Half a month flew by, and everything remained quiet. Tyranid fleets were still arriving, but both their numbers and the intensity of their attacks had dropped considerably.
On the one hand, the Great Devourer was deliberately pulling more fleets away to keep them from being lost for nothing in the Tarrok System. On the other, since Sneaky Boss had awakened, the Screw Clan's Greenskins had become much stronger in battle. They could now take down ordinary Tyranid Bio-ships without much effort.
In the Tarrok System, by the time repairs to Sneaky Boss's Ship were complete, Rottooth had also finished his task, assembling the strongest fifty thousand Ork warships and three billion Orks.
Inside Sneaky Boss's Ship, beside a huge Krakka Teleporter, Sneaky Boss was saying goodbye to Kuka and his Psyker Boys.
"Kuka, me plan's counting on you lot. To unite all the Orks, for the Great Waaagh that'll Waaagh! right across the Galaxy."
Sneaky Boss spoke with heartfelt earnestness.
"I'm the Divine Messenger of Gork and Mork. I'm yer bridge to Gork and Mork. They told me to launch the biggest Waaagh! ever alongside you. This is me path, me mission.
Leave it to us. In the name of Gork and Mork, we'll get it done." Kuka sounded both mature and resolute.
"Be careful. Don't rush things. Don't die. I don't want to have to bring you back again."
"Sneaky Boss, why're you fussing so much? It ain't that big a deal."
Sneaky Boss grinned broadly. He really had changed from the way he used to be, when he would throw himself into any fight and do whatever he pleased. He knew he was walking the path to godhood, and he understood more clearly just how difficult that path was and how much it would cost.
Slaanesh had devoured