"Have you ever counted how many Boyz we have?" Cheng Mingrui asked Dio.
"No. How could we possibly count them all? There are more Boyz every day. Still, when I was helping Boss Copperhead build his Gargant, I did count his Boyz for him. Come to think of it, he was still a choppa boy when he joined you on the Waaagh! against that first Ribz tomb. Now he's a Nob."
"Based on samples from different areas, Copperhead has a million Boyz under him. If the same density holds for all the bosses, we probably have three to four hundred million Boyz, not counting the Gretchin..."
That many Ork Boyz and Gretchin... ten years without a fight, without infighting. How was that possible? Cheng Mingrui didn't think even he could stand ten years of it.
I really want a fight. Ribz, Aeldari, Tyranids, any of them will do. Humies... Guilliman would have to come in person, or they'd have to send a few more First Founding Chapters. Otherwise, fighting them wouldn't be satisfying enough.
There was definitely no chance of that on this planet. They had already finished their Waaagh! against the Ribz. The only practical option was the Gargants. Even flying into the Warp to fight Daemons would do.
It all came back to the same problem... the Gargants couldn't fit all the Orks. They would have to kill some of them through infighting first, then take off.
No, wait! He had another idea... sometimes Cheng Mingrui felt as though an idea machine had sprouted inside his head. All he had to do was think, and a solution appeared.
He thought of that Dimensional Space with an interior as large as Luna. Building an Ork Battle Moon would take even longer, but stuffing a moon inside a Gargant would