Champion of the Ghoul Stars Battle Royale Tournament

In the northeastern reaches of the galaxy lay the Ghoul Stars, where even the Emperor's Astronomican could barely cast its light.

This ancient star region, chaotic and divided for countless ages, had finally been united once more through the efforts of a rising Greenskin empire.

To Krork da Vinci, wiping out the Ashen Claws, who had intended to extinguish the green tide before the Great Waaagh had taken shape, was no great matter.

It was merely an insignificant beginning.

Since fate had allowed him to survive from the War in Heaven until now, he would surely make the Greenskin Orks the strongest race in the universe once again.

With the mightiest Waaagh, he would shatter the vile curse branded into their genes.

And those Necrons, bound by deep-rooted hatred, would become the cornerstone upon which the Greenskin Orks' glorious future was built.

Greenskin Orks should not have been like this. They should have been rational, wise, disciplined armies, not the chaotic, stinking barbarians they were now.

After spending years among the Orks, even the Krork had inevitably been influenced by these degenerate descendants. His speech and behavior had become much cruder.

He could often commune with the two Ork gods in the Warp. Gork and Mork liked Krork very much, far more than they valued those so-called chosen prophets.

Gork made Krork stronger and more savage, while Mork made him smarter and more cunning.

The Krork had no reason to be polite about accepting this aid from the Warp.

Having one's own gods as backers in The Empyrean was an immense invisible advantage for any race.

Aside from soulless beings like the Necrons, every race that became a galactic hegemon needed its own support and backing in the Warp. Otherwise, they could only become playthings of the Warp.

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