When Vulkan appeared before the Beast, the Ork warlord's mind instantly crashed, leaving him blank.
His eyes nearly burst from their sockets as he stared in utter disbelief at the so-called "Ork Emperor" before him.
What Ork Emperor? This was clearly Vulkan, the big green human primarch they hated with a blood-deep vengeance and wanted to devour alive.
Humans might struggle to distinguish the subtle differences between Orks, but Orks knew humanity's key figures inside and out.
The Beast naturally knew all about heavyweights like Guilliman and Vulkan.
But now, by Gork and Mork, what the fuck was going on?!
Why did a human radiate such a pure, powerful aura of the Ork Emperor?
Unwilling to accept it, the Beast closed his eyes and desperately squeezed his eyeballs with his powerful eye muscles, trying to see through this terrible illusion.
Yes, it had to be those despicable humans using some method to deceive their senses and imitate the Ork Emperor's aura.
Yet when the Beast opened his eyes again, he found Vulkan standing a little closer.
The Beast could even see the extremely fine hairs on Vulkan's skin, his tiny pores, and, of course, that distinctive dark-green complexion.
Ordinary Greenskin Boyz were often light green when first born. As they grew larger and stronger, their skin gradually darkened.
Orks at the level of a mega-armored boss were almost entirely dark green—a symbol of health and strength.
The Beast had never seen a skin color like Vulkan's before: deep emerald green with a translucent quality, like an enormous piece of divinely crafted imperial jade.
By Ork standards of beauty, it was simply the finest, most WAAAGH complexion imaginable. Perhaps only the legendary Gork and Mork deserved such a noble color.
The Beast was just about to curse Vulkan and humanity, but