Warhammer: Do Not Call Me the God of All Machines
Chapter 836

Ork Emperor Vulkan

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The enraged Gork paid no heed to Mork's excuses. His massive body lunged forward again, carrying a howling gale of destruction.

His enormous fist, wrapped in pure, unreasonable violence, smashed viciously into Mork's hastily raised arms. The dull impact sounded like two planets colliding.

"Oi'm Gork!"

"Oi'm the one!"

"You miserable git!"

The roars shook the green tide across the entire Ork divine realm into a boil. Gork's heavy fists fell like rain, battering Mork back step by step. Mork could only shield his vital points with his thick arms as sparks flew from his dark-green, hardened skin.

At last, Mork found an opening. His crafty eyes abruptly flared with blinding crimson light as Mork's eye beams activated at full force.

Two thick heat rays blasted hard into Gork's chest, sending his immense body staggering and flying backward.

"You muscle-brained idiot, didn't you notice? That new big lad was fooling you."

Countless foul droplets of saliva splattered from Mork's huge mouth. When they landed on the surrounding Orks watching the spectacle, the green tide immediately erupted. Many Orks scrambled to smear Mork's spit all over themselves.

Something miraculous happened. The Ork boys splashed by Mork's bodily fluids swelled as though they had been inflated.

Their once dull, muddy eyes instantly shone with intelligence. Psychic runes appeared on some Orks' skin, evolving them into Weirdboyz; others became surrounded by primordial shamanic energy and turned into Ork shamans.

Even a flake of skin or a drop of saliva from Mork was a supreme holy relic to ordinary Orks. The more they got on themselves, the faster they evolved and the stronger they became.

Hearing Mork's furious rebuke, Gork suddenly slammed his huge fist into his mountain-sized head, producing a deafening THUD.

"Oi reckon Oi got tricked!"

"Got some nerve, tricking me!"

Gork's

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