Yet all these factions' reactions seemed insignificant compared with the true storm that was about to arrive.
Deep within the Warp, in that realm built from pure violence and savagery, two unparalleled, colossal wills were enraged by the sudden change in Realspace.
Gork, god of cunning and treachery. Mork, god of brutality and savagery.
They sensed that the immense psychic power generated by every Ork battle, every cry of "Waaagh!", which should have flowed endlessly into their divine realms, had suddenly grown thin and chaotic. An unfamiliar power was stealing the offerings that rightfully belonged to them.
WAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!
A roar in no language of Realspace, mingling Gork's sinister fury with Mork's boundless brutality, became a bolt of green lightning. It tore through material reality and immaterial illusion, pouring straight into the mind of an Ork warlord who was admiring his countless collected skulls in his vast asteroid base.
His name was Bonecrusher Mag Uruk Saraka.
The strongest, cruelest, and most "Orky" Ork in the galaxy.
And now, he heard an unmistakably clear, furious decree from his twin gods.
The Gretchin's independence was "the greatest blasphemy."
This blasphemy had to be utterly erased.
Saraka's eyes instantly filled with emerald flames of divine power. He rose, his body larger than a Chimera armored vehicle, radiating suffocating pressure.
He left his Skull Hall and went to the base's Broadcast Center. Grabbing the enormous broadcasting megaphone, he issued his declaration to the entire Milky Way Galaxy in a voice powerful enough to shatter stars.
"I'm Saraka! I heard Gork and Mork roar!"
"Some little runts, some slugs, forgot their place! They think they can stand up! They think they can have dignity!"
"WAAAAAGH! That's the biggest joke ever! That's an insult to us Orks!"
"**Now! Listen up! All you Ork Boyz! Wherever you are!