Several missiles also struck the Iron Blood, setting alarms blaring throughout the Gloriana-class Battleship.
Now that he had been targeted, Perturabo grew even more furious. First he hated Vashtorr for dragging him into this quagmire, then he hated the Greenskins for showing him so little respect that they dared attack his Steel Legion like this!
Perturabo slammed his palm onto the pact and signed his agreement with Vashtorr.
Besides the Ork fleet launching like rockets to fight the Steel Legion, Ork vessels kept taking off from other areas of Mork's Grin. The Boss had said everyone should join in the Waaagh! for some fun, and naturally, none of the Greenskins across the Battle Moon wanted to be left behind.
The Battle Moon held over a hundred billion Orks, with two hundred thousand fleet vessels in reserve. If necessary, the manufacturing facilities inside it could keep churning out more Ork vessels.
This was a lesson learned from the Octaria Campaign. The possibility of scarce supplies had been taken into account when the Battle Moon was built.
If they fought the Tyranids again, the Orks could also recover Tyranid corpses and toss them into the Matter Generator inside Mork's Grin, recycling battlefield losses to sustain a prolonged meat-grinder battle.
If all two hundred thousand Ork vessels launched, they could easily encircle and annihilate every human and daemon fleet present. The launch process simply needed some time.
Perturabo's ten thousand vessels were the first to enter battle, and the first to fall into danger.
Half the warships were boarded by Orks. The rest were surrounded by Ork warships, bombarded by their large-caliber guns, blown apart, and sunk.
It was not just the battle in space. In the boarding actions, the Orks leaping out of their boarding missiles were unimaginably powerful. Not only the