March of Destruction (III)

Ava had never imagined that she would witness the largest mass migration in Pacha World's history.

Yes, she called this behavior a migration, not an expedition.

As the first ray of sunlight pierced the dawn, the enormous silver Guk Gargant began striding eastward, and behind it, nearly ten million Orks noisily set out on their journey.

Ava had once seen sea turtles return to the coast to lay their eggs. Tens of thousands of turtles crawled ashore, scrambling toward their nesting grounds, and for hundreds of kilometers along the coast, the land was covered in shifting shells.

That sight had deeply shocked Ava at the time.

But now, that scene from her memories was not even one ten-thousandth as spectacular as what lay before her.

She could hardly believe that an army numbering over ten million could march three thousand kilometers on foot. For any army she knew of, that would be an almost impossible task. The terrifying logistical burden alone would be enough to drive a commander mad.

But Orks were born war machines. They needed no logistics!

Mountains turned to dust beneath their feet, rivers were drained by their greedy mouths, forests became fuel for the advancing machines, and every living thing in their path became a snack.

Ava felt as if she were witnessing the birth of a desert.

The formation, more than sixty kilometers wide, was like a massive rake, gouging a deep scar across the earth.

Ava seriously doubted that anything would remain after they passed through.

Yet despite this, the loose formation showed no sign of falling apart. Like a school of fish drifting through the sea, it looked utterly disorderly, yet remained clustered together around a single core.

And that core was the Guk Gargant at the very front of the column.

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