"Damn Boss Slick! Damn Orks! Why did you have to oppose me? Why couldn't you just be content as a conceptual god? Why insist on fighting me for a Chaos divine throne in the Warp?"
Vashtorr had never hated another being this much since the moment he first gained consciousness.
There was still some time before the explosion. While working to bring it forward, Vashtorr also tried to use his divine authority to interfere with the machinery aboard Mork's Grin.
On the equator of Mork's Grin, three C'tan Shard Cannons were ready to fire. They were equally spaced, their positions forming a perfect equilateral triangle if connected by lines.
The three cannons operated at low power, each firing a slender green beam that struck Evil Dragon Forest precisely. Then their muzzles and Mork's Grin began rotating to trace a circle.
This first step was relatively easy. The C'tan Shard Cannons had extraordinary penetrating power, piercing straight through the entire planet in an instant. Once the circle was complete, they could cut away the internal blast zone so the subsequent shock waves would not affect the planet's doughnut-shaped outer shell.
In a dimension invisible to the C'tan Shard Cannon operators, Vashtorr's divine authority was interfering with the weapons' effects. The Orks noticed the problem too, as anomalies appeared in the readings and on the monitors.
Unfortunately, the Gretchin and living metal handled damage control better than Vashtorr had expected. They quickly repaired the faults, while another force of divine authority from Boss Slick neutralized Vashtorr's interference.
In the end, the C'tan Shard Cannons maintained their beams and completed their task, though the intended circle became an ellipse.
They only needed to cut it free anyway. It was no great problem.
Evil Dragon Forest's planetary core was severed. The long column with