Size alone did not make an Ork warship useful. Ork Roks—warships made by hollowing out asteroids—were huge too, but their combat performance was poor.
Just as that thought crossed Kester's mind, something happened that shattered his understanding of the world. The Orks' colossal warship began crushing, destroying, and slaughtering the Tyranid Fleet that had filled even Kester with utter despair...
"Emperor above... what in the world am I looking at..." Kester could not help exclaiming. He did not know whether the Imperium's War Fortress, the Phalanx, could match this enormous Ork warship in combat. Its performance was simply staggering.
The battle seemed to have left both sides badly hurt. The Tyranid Fleet had damaged the Ork warship, leaving it unable to move. But the Tyranid Swarm no longer had the strength to wage war on Euronia IV either, which was why it was heading toward Euronia III.
In a few days, those terrifying xenos would arrive above Euronia III and drop a despair-inducing number of spore sacs.
There was no time to lose. Kester switched off the recording and ordered his staff officers to arrange an emergency meeting, with General Hanks and every ship's captain required to attend.
With an emergency underway, everyone worked efficiently.
A simple holographic conference convened in Kester's command room. As he had requested, Hanks and all the captains attended. Some were a little disheveled from rushing over.
That did not matter. War was no place to fuss over clothing. Worrying about lateness, attendance, and attire was for balls.
Everyone attending was a senior commander. Kester simply played the footage he had just watched again. Just as he had expected, everyone's eyes widened as they exclaimed that it was impossible. Cries of "Emperor preserve us" rose one after another.
At that moment, this group of high-ranking