Liu Zhipeng—or rather, Toofjaw Big Chompa, now nearly six meters tall and respectfully addressed by every Ork as Boss "Tooth Puller"—stood atop the command tower built from the expanded Scrap Fortress. His massive body cast a vast shadow in the howling wind, while his new armor, pieced together from the carapaces of defeated Tyranid Beasts and the wreckage of the Red Comet, reflected a ferocious yet glorious dark crimson gleam in the dim light.
Beneath his feet, the ultimate defensive system he had named the "Three-Layer Meat Grinder" was rapidly unfolding in a chaotic yet efficient fashion.
"Move faster! You legless Gretchin!" A loud-voiced boss lashed the ground with a thick whip, roaring at a group of grumbling Gretchin carrying a massive gun barrel. "If you don't get this big fella mounted on the wall before nightfall, I'll stuff every last one of you into the barrel and fire you out as the next shell!"
This was the first line of defense—the Meat Grinder's "blades." Across a battlefield stretching for thousands of miles, tens of millions of Ork Boyz and bosses were turning the land into a death maze of steel and artillery. The trenches were bottomless, deep enough for a Carnifex to fall in and never crawl back out. Bunkers stood thick as a forest, each bristling with dozens of black gun barrels. Between those fortifications, Mekboyz cheerfully planted all kinds of mines and traps filled with I Fink Cannon wisdom—some sprang up with hundreds of sharpened bone spears when stepped on, some sprayed highly corrosive Squig saliva, and there was even one supposedly dreamed up by Mekboyz after studying Tyranid Spore Mines: the "Squig Mine," which exploded and released countless hungry little winged Squigs.
Behind the first line was the second—the Meat Grinder's "conveyor belt." There were no