Twenty days after the Civic Temple's great fortress fell, once it had been confirmed that the Wanderers fleet had left orbit, Guk was finally able to carry out the plan he had long awaited.
"Hah! Now that's more like it!"
Gazing at the towering behemoth in the desert, Guk could not help but voice his admiration, while the warlords surrounding him echoed their approval.
It was a colossal space warship with a distinctly Ork style. Its entire body was oval, its prow an Ork grinning face with an iron jaw. It stood like a club planted in the endless sea of sand, with four rockets as large as itself strapped around it.
Today, Guk intended to send the restored Green Prophet back into the void.
"You sure you got it all figured out?"
Faced with Guk's questioning, Euclid hurriedly nodded.
"I checked every bolt myself. Nothing's gonna go wrong! I swear it on my head and my wrench!"
His words earned a chorus of jeers from the warlords, among whom was Ur, who had only recently been an ordinary boss.
To reward him for his many past achievements, Guk had promoted him to warlord and established an exceptionally special legion.
This legion had the fewest boyz of all the legions, but its composition was highly unusual. It was formed from the most elite Stormboyz paired with Totem Warriors who had survived the previous great war.
This legion specialized in fighting demons. Information regarding its garrison, its boss, and even its equipment was known only to Guk and Ur. It could be called the most mysterious force in the Ork Empire.
"Enough blabbering. We'll know whether it's good or bad once we use it."
There was nothing left on this planet worth Guk's personal attention, nor would there ever again be