The Ork battle moon's brutal intrusion was like tossing a lit bomb into a pot of already boiling oil.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!"
The deafening war cry passed through the primal WAAAGH! field like a tangible sonic weapon, battering the eardrums and nerves of every living being on the battlefield.
Like a frenzy of sharks scenting blood, the greenskin fleet utterly ignored the state of the battle, friend-or-foe identification, and even the basic laws of physics, madly pouncing on anything that appeared to be moving, firing, or sufficiently "big" and "shiny"!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Shells, rockets, and energy beams with no accuracy whatsoever but terrifyingly vast numbers rained across the entire battlefield like a storm!
The wreckage of the Chaos fleet, the void shields of the Imperium fleet, even The Rock's outer armor—all became targets for that wild firepower! Explosions flared one after another, turning the cold void into a chaotic palette of colors.
"Damn it! Greenskins! Their numbers are enormous!" the commander of the Imperium fleet roared in fury and helplessness.
The carefully arranged encirclement was shattered in an instant by that savage force.
They had no choice but to divert massive firepower to deal with those disorganized, fearless Ork ships, and their plan to annihilate Chaos's main force was forcibly interrupted.
Even more deadly was that immense battle moon. Under the frenzied commands of the Ork warlord, it barreled toward The Rock like an out-of-control steel planet, carrying the berserk momentum to crush everything in its path!
Countless Ork landing craft and drop pods sprayed from the battle moon's surface like locusts, heading straight for the fortress!
Inside the fortress, the situation instantly deteriorated beyond all measure.
Endless Ork Boyz wielding crude yet devastating choppas, shootas, and rocket launchers poured madly through blasted breaches, torn-open passageways, and even ventilation ducts like