The corpse slammed onto the deck, shaking the entire upper level of Ironfang Fortress.
All of Ironfang Fortress, a symbol of violence and oppression that had stood for decades, fell into an eerie, deathly silence.
Millions of Ork Boyz still stubbornly resisting on the walls and behind barricades stopped what they were doing at the same time. They raised their heads, bewilderment filling their crimson eyes. Their Warboss, the strongest being they knew, the one with the most "WAAAGH!" in him, was just... gone?
The WAAAGH! Field, that savage energy formed from their collective will, fluctuated violently the instant its central pillar collapsed, rapidly weakening like a punctured balloon.
In stark contrast stood the green ocean of tens of millions of Gretchin.
After a brief silence, fanatical cheers erupted from the depths of their souls like a volcanic explosion, soaring skyward and merging into a wave of sound powerful enough to tear the heavens apart.
"Long live the Big Boss!!!"
Liu Zhipeng stood at the highest point of Ironfang Fortress, looking down over the mountain range of steel below, which had utterly lost the will to resist. His cold will flooded into the mind of every Gretchin warrior:
"The war is not over yet."
"Go. Occupy it, cleanse it, and make it the first foundation stone of our new homeland!"
"Yes, Big Boss!"
A torrent of tens of millions of Gretchin poured into Ironfang Fortress from every direction amid stirring war songs. The Youth Edition Gauss Rifles in their hands hummed continuously, and any Orks who still tried to resist were silently disintegrated by dense volleys of green beams. More Orks collapsed completely under the shock of their boss's death. They threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground. Some even tried to imitate the Gretchin, prostrating themselves before