The enemy rout continued for a long time, until the last remnants of the Emperor's Psyker Power dissipated from Kazhaniv.
The Krork retreat slowly ground to a halt, and the psychic boss's biological energy field once again enveloped what little remained of his tribe.
Confusion and bewilderment appeared on the Orks' faces, and the same expressions appeared on Cancero and the warriors.
Orks: Why were we runnin' again?
Astartes: Their boss died, but these Orks still haven't lost their nerve? Is there an even bigger one?
The Orks seemed to have lost their leader. The surviving, hulking members of the boss's guard began shoving one another. Whenever an impatient Ork at the back pushed the one ahead, the Ork in front retaliated with his fists without hesitation.
There was no notion of setting aside internal disputes to face an external enemy. This would continue for a long time, until they decided on a new boss.
They were only down one boss, after all.
Scattered and disorganized, the Orks fought individually, but still attacked the warriors with undiminished ferocity.
Once this battle ended, another boss would probably emerge.
The Astartes had no intention of giving them that chance.
The entire Chapter was stretched like a taut bowstring. If they could not destroy the enemy in one final push, the warriors' morale would collapse completely.
Everyone was nearing their limit, but Evan was not.
Chapter Master Evan had already begun considering something when Cancero said he could not draw in the metal outside. When Kazhaniv reported that even his psychic connection to the Emperor disappeared upon entering this enclosed world, this hulking Son of the White Scars, this Chapter leader who had spent years sitting idle beside a Blank, could finally get up.
Time to mount my beloved new bike. Ina was