Then more blue suns lit up in windows throughout the ruins.
The cries of "For the Big Boss!" rose one after another, becoming the only anthem of heroes in this burning city.
Yet all this resistance seemed utterly insignificant in this farce directed by gods.
The green tide swallowed everything.
Just as the City of Hope was about to be devoured completely.
Suddenly, every Ork rampaging across the planet stopped moving.
Their fanatical eyes, filled with the divinity of WAAAGH!, turned in the same direction-the center of the City of Hope, toward the Imperial Palace that had been warped beyond recognition.
Slowly, reverently, they knelt.
As though welcoming their god-king.
A vast opening tore through the thick green clouds overhead.
An emerald meteor trailing a long tail plummeted with thunderous force straight toward Central Plaza before the Imperial Palace.
BOOOOOM!!!!
The entire planet shuddered violently.
A visible shock wave leveled every warped building around the plaza.
The dust cleared.
An enormous Drop Pod, covered in impact scars and crude welds, stood silently in the center of the plaza.
The plaza was deserted. Except for... the lone golden figure standing directly before the Drop Pod.
Liu Zhipeng.
He had already sent away his last Imperial Guards, dispatching them to every corner of the city to organize the final resistance.
He knew the outcome of this war did not depend on how many Orks he could kill.
It depended on... his confrontation with the gods.
With a piercing scrape, the Drop Pod's massive doors slowly slid apart.
Emerald divine energy, so dense it was almost tangible, surged out like thick fog.
An immense figure, whose oppressive presence defied description, slowly emerged from the shadows.
Bonecrusher Saraka.
The incarnation of Gork and Mork in Realspace.
He stood there, his nearly thirty-meter body almost