Crooked Mouth could only activate the communications device in the cockpit and ask his Boss Guards, "How badly are your meks damaged?"
"Boss, only half of my mek is still intact. The other half's gone somewhere else."
"Boss, my mek's got no lower half anymore. Boohoohoo."
The Boss Guards kept crying to Crooked Mouth about how their powerful meks had been reduced to wreckage by a single teleportation. How could the Greenskin bosses not feel heartbroken?
Listening to the Greenskin bosses' complaints gave Crooked Mouth a headache. He could only tell his Boss Guards, "Let me check how badly your meks are damaged before deciding what to do."
Crooked Mouth activated the cockpit's scanning function and quietly waited for the scanner to return its data. After three minutes, he received the damage reports for every mek.
More than a dozen Greenskin bosses had already died. The remaining bosses' meks had suffered around sixty percent damage and would take a great deal of time to repair.
Crooked Mouth could only helplessly climb out of his cockpit and head to the planet's surface, where he slowly repaired the meks alongside his Boss Guards.
"Master, another massive number of Orks have arrived on Hive World Two aboard landing craft," Gaia reported to the Art Student, who was still chatting with Gray and the other two.
"Oh? How many?" the Art Student asked curiously.
"In just one hour, over ten million Orks have landed on this planet." As Gaia made her report, she projected the Orks' movements into the center of the bridge, allowing the Art Student to observe more clearly.
The Art Student looked at the projection screen. Vast numbers of Orks rode crude landing craft to Hive World Two. After dropping off one batch of Orks, the craft immediately flew away from