The Orks' roars were completely drowned out by the enormous Waaagh! explosion they were so proud of.
A huge section of the city wall collapsed, and the Orks surged forward like a tide. Evil Sunz Boyz drove their smoke-belching wrecks of armoured vehicles toward the breach.
The Khorne Daemons promptly leapt down from the battlements and formed tight ranks at the breach, eagerly awaiting their opponents.
Evan was equally eager... to start stuffing his face.
This was all good stuff. Just eat it.
Even after Evan had devoured more than half a cabinet's contents, the hunger in his soul showed no sign of easing.
He had swallowed almost all the treasures his soul deeply craved. Some of the others... inspired a rather dubious kind of craving, and Evan did not dare eat them indiscriminately.
His body brimmed with strength, countless chaotic currents of energy surging through him. The price of swallowing one precious treasure after another before he could digest them was...
An upset stomach.
Evan really wanted to fart.
Uh, he did not trust... that it would only be a fart.
He quietly opened the door and tried to slip out with his buttocks clenched. His condition was extremely unstable, but he was far stronger than before.
He might not beat a Greater Daemon in a head-on fight, but stealing a few "smokes" should be no problem.
The moment he pushed the door open a crack, he sensed that there were no Daemons outside. He crept into their Command Headquarters.
Footsteps outside were a chaotic jumble. The Orks seemed to be making excellent progress and had already broken into the city. The "Farmers" had joined the battle, and the huge, fat Daemons had begun fighting too.
He could see a broad-backed figure directing the battle at the courtyard gate.