The war between the Necrons and the Men of Iron, raging across the Milky Way, had not drawn Khorne's arrival.
Instead.
As the Milky Way was torn apart by the struggle between ancient metal behemoths, cold logic and eternal hatred were not the only forces colliding.
Another race had also caught the intense scent of WAAAGH permeating the sea of stars.
The destructive war between the Men of Iron and the Necrons, sweeping across the Milky Way, was like an incendiary bomb dropped into a forest carpeted with dry tinder.
Countless Ork tribes scraping by on the fringes of the Imperium, in lost star regions, and even near the slumbering grounds of Necron Dynasties were irresistibly drawn to the earth-shattering energy fluctuations, the Warp ripples generated by the movement of those immense constructs, and the sheer destructive power inherent in the war itself.
"Big fight! Boss! Big, big, big, BIG fight!"
The Ork Boyz excitedly waved crude choppas and shootas, their green faces brimming with a pure hunger for destruction.
Waves of "WAAAGH!!!" erupted across the Milky Way, one after another.
The Orks piloted ramshackle ships cobbled together from scrap and slathered in red paint, or simply hitched rides on enormous asteroids, following the roar of battle and flashes of energy toward the battlefields like sharks scenting blood.
Yet for most of these Ork forces, encounters with substantial Men of Iron formations or awakened Necron Dynasty fleets usually ended in tragedy.
The cold calculations and absolute firepower superiority of the Men of Iron turned the numbers and melee charges the Orks took such pride in into suicidal attrition.
Dense plasma barrages and precise missile storms could turn Ork fleets into burning heaps of rubbish among the stars before they could even close in.
Even when small bands of Orks managed