If he actually carried out a task given to him by someone like that, wouldn't he be digging his own grave?
Boss Slick was utterly unwilling. Blessings and power meant nothing; he was already powerful enough. Freedom was the foundation of happiness.
He struggled against the concept within his soul for half an hour, but still achieved nothing...
Boss Slick began praying to Gork and Mork. They said there was nothing they could do. Unless he abandoned his human soul, there was no way out.
A concept bound to an entire race was immensely powerful, a concept of the highest order, just like the Orks' unbreakable bond with Gork and Mork.
What should I do? Even the Orks' king of bright ideas was stumped.
I can't erase the concept the Emperor engraved... but could I stop it from affecting me? Boss Slick approached the problem from another angle.
The black vambrace on his right arm gave Boss Slick his answer. The machine spirit told him that this armor could shield him from hostile psychic influences. Just as it finished conveying its meaning, images appeared in Boss Slick's mind.
A colossal rift appeared in the pitch-black universe, its crimson hue like a scar across the cosmos. Around it gathered warships of a design Boss Slick had never seen. They were pure white, their graceful curves seemingly resembling Aeldari warships.
But even from a distance, he could tell that their material was entirely different: a layer of rippling energy. These warships were composed of pure energy, and through their viewports, he could see that their pilots were indistinct energy forms as well.
"The Old Ones?!" Once again, memories recorded in Boss Slick's Ork genes awakened. He, too, was stunned by them.
"Our war has ravaged the galaxy to this extent. If the