Ork Emperor Kork da Vinci fell.
From the moment he abandoned the blessings of Gork and Mork, retaining only his own power, Kork had lost any chance of victory.
The blessings of Warp gods were never without a price. Accepting their gifts naturally meant accepting their assimilation; even one's free will would be subject to the gods' influence.
Kork did not want to become a savage existence like the Orks, fighting purely for battle's sake. The proud bloodline of the ancient Orks ran through his bones.
Without the blessings of the Warp, Kork still possessed a powerful body, but relying on that and the enhancements of his equipment to defeat two primarchs, a humanoid C'tan, and an Omnissiah walking the mortal realm was nothing but wishful thinking.
Under Lox's psychic influence, the highly advanced ancient power armor on Kork's body was stripped away intact, floating in the air as it awaited more thorough dismantling and study.
His inertia hammer and power claw were directly warped into intangibility by Dantioch's C'tan power.
In the blink of an eye, the once high-spirited Ork Emperor could rely only on his flesh and blood to face humanity's ultimate lineup.
A creation of Old One genetic technology collided with creations of the Emperor's genetic technology.
Judging solely by size, Vulkan, standing roughly five meters tall, was at an absolute disadvantage against Kork, who exceeded ten meters.
Yet the outcome was precisely the opposite. In their duel, Vulkan suffered little, trading blows evenly with the Ork Emperor.
Perhaps Vulkan was slightly inferior in brute strength, but his technique was superior, and with the support and cover of his teammates, Kork found himself in an exceptionally miserable position.
The shockwaves from the battle between primarch and Ork Emperor swiftly turned the resplendent throne hall into ruins. Towering