Stripped clean by the devouring swarm, Ork V at least had a stable climate. If dust shrouded the planet and acid rain became the norm, putting Ork V to use would become much harder.
By the time he heard Boss Slick's voice, it was too late for Dio to pull up the lever. He hurriedly stamped on the pedal beside his foot.
His flagship began raising its bow while still firing. The golden beam struck Ork V, but instead of boring through the crust with sustained fire, it carved a long furrow across the surface, clearly visible even from space.
Fortunately, Dio's Dio Cannon had only slashed the planet once. The furrow his bombardment carved was so long and deep that the entire planet looked as though it had opened a great red mouth in a sinister grin.
The wound looked terrifying, but it had not pierced the crust. Once the magma cooled, Ork V might even become easier to mine. Thankfully, Dio's impulsiveness had not caused any truly serious consequences. Instead, he had done some good-a lucky accident.
After the World Devourer died, the battlefield fell briefly, unusually silent. Then the Ork Fleet erupted in cries of "Waaagh!" With Boss Slick leading them and Dio wielding such a fearsome Dio Cannon, every Ork felt invincible.
With Dio's ten thousand ships joining them, the Ork Fleet now fielded a hundred and forty thousand vessels against the Tyranid Fleet's three hundred thousand. Thanks to their superior quality and the Waaagh! field, the Orks held a commanding advantage.
This time, the Great Devourer was not particularly surprised. Boss Slick's Screw Clan had sprung so many surprises that the Great Devourer had grown accustomed to them. After calmly assessing how the battle would unfold, the Great Devourer meticulously micromanaged every Tyranid warship into