Although Boomblasta said nothing, a nameless fury rose inside him. The Weirdbosses at his shoulders trembled as vast amounts of Psyker Power poured unstoppably into their minds. All they could do was channel it into the devices with everything they had.
Gork's Gaze and Mork's Gaze lit up. Every Ork knew trouble was coming. Even the Orks from Boomblasta's own clan fled, trampling countless Gretchin to death along the way.
The Assault Squad wanted to retreat, but beneath that overwhelming pressure, the Weirdboss did not even think he could escape.
I reckon nobody can stop him.
Powerful beams of destruction tore through dozens of the warship's decks from top to bottom. The tremendous tremors left even the Orks on the main battlefield struggling to stand.
"What happened? Why ain't there any word from my Assault Squad?" Crazy Tim sensed a hint of danger. A chill had just run across his skin. That was definitely unusual-a warning from the waaaaaaagh energy.
Impossible. I'm invincible.
Waaaaaaaagh.
Boomblasta's troops suffered devastating losses. They were often ambushed and killed by the Blood Axes while transporting ammunition or heading out to reinforce the front lines.
Of course, their opponents were not just Blood Axes. They had underlings too, though most of those came from the Snakebites.
Getting wounded was practically routine for these mercenaries. Among all the clans, the Snakebites, who had maxed out their talent for growing things, had fairly respectable medical skills, though they kept mixing up their homegrown poisons and adding them to surgeries.
These ancient Ork clans, skilled at cultivation, had special techniques for growing plenty of delicious mushrooms, along with fragrant plants that could lure exceptionally tasty Squigs into traps.
Now, these Snakebite reinforcements, practically a chemical warfare unit, finally arrived. They threw their homemade poison-gas bottles into the enemy