"Waaagh..."
A low syllable, unlike any sound a living creature could produce, rolled from his throat. It was quiet, yet it rang clearly throughout the universe, deep within the soul of every living being.
As that syllable left his lips, the rules of the entire battlefield were rewritten.
The Ork Boyz, who had fallen into confusion and looked around blankly after the WAAAGH! Field collapsed, suddenly shuddered. The bewilderment in their eyes vanished, replaced by green flames more fanatical and purer than ever before.
Their bodies began to undergo bizarre changes. Green runes surfaced on the barrel of an ordinary Ork Boy's Shoota, cobbled together from scrap metal and pipes. When he pulled the trigger again, it no longer spat crude solid rounds, but screaming bursts of green energy!
A Gretchin soldier raised his shield, its energy barrier flickering blue. Yet the moment a green burst struck it, the energy passed straight through without resistance and hit the soldier behind it.
The instant the energy touched the soldier's Power Armour, it disintegrated into a puddle of green, bubbling slime.
The Orks' weapons had been empowered on a conceptual level.
Under the blessing of this new WAAAGH! divinity, an ordinary Choppa no longer struck to "cleave" an object, but to "forcibly define" the struck part as "separate" from the whole. A Gretchin mech pilot tried to block the advance in a four-meter-tall Vanguard mech. An Ork Boy slashed its leg, and the massive alloy limb was not severed. Instead, it abruptly "fell" from the mech's torso, completely intact, as though it had always been meant to be separate.
The entire battlefield became an absurd, horrifying nightmare.
The technology, tactics, and discipline the Gretchin took such pride in became fragile and helpless before the Orks' attacks, which defied all reason. Their defensive