Storm Clouds over the Western Front (II)

Quick, pull out that razor-sharp choppa~?

Thump thump, ding ding, thump~

There's an unbelievable glow around me~?

Thump thump, ding ding, thump~

My armor's polished bright, it'll hurt your eyes~?

My bike is my mount, it'll chase you down~?

Thump thump, ding ding, thump~

No matter what kind of weird humie you are

It's easy to chop your head off, ha~?

Ha~!

Every one of us Boyz can fight real good~?

You'd better hurry up and find somewhere to lie down, ha~?

Ha~!

Amid dazzling multicolored lights, an Ork death metal band swayed and jerked about onstage, howling out a tune that other races would have considered pure noise.

Every member of the metal band wore some bizarre Squig hairstyle. Their black leather jackets gleamed with grease and bristled with spikes, while their baggy leather pants were full of holes.

Calling the instruments in their hands weapons would not have been an exaggeration. They were mostly modified guns and axes, especially the enormous guitar held by the bandleader, which was obviously converted from a double-bladed axe.

They sang as they stomped their feet, and when they got fired up, they even used their instruments to pound the floor wildly.

The band had gone utterly mad, and the Boyz below followed suit.

They roared along, jumped along, and occasionally slapped the lads beside them.

Ever since the concert had begun, the brawling had never stopped. Some lads even picked up guns and sprayed the crowd, as if they wanted to make the celebration livelier.

Naturally, such lads were immediately dragged away by the vicious guards and given a savage beating.

"Hmm, kinda interesting."

In his private box, unarmored Guk leaned back in a thick leather-covered seat. His fingers lightly tapped the table beside him in time with the piercing heavy metal