In another remote dimension of the Warp, perpetually filled with deafening battle cries and crude laughter, two sleeping behemoths were instantly jolted awake by that undisguised fighting spirit.
Gork and Mork.
These two ancient gods, embodiments of the fervent faith of every Ork in the galaxy, had lately been bored out of their minds. The scattered Ork Empires in the Milky Way Galaxy were still fighting, but those were all petty little scraps. For Gork and Mork, going without a super WAAAGH! exciting enough to blow the tops of their skulls off was worse than death.
Just then, the psychic tsunami Liu Zhipeng unleashed slammed squarely into their faces.
Gork and Mork froze.
To their simple, brutal senses, formed from pure violence and the power of Ork know-wotz, this surge was not grating at all. Instead, it sounded like heavenly music.
It was as though someone had suddenly kicked open the doors of the biggest, rowdiest space tavern in the galaxy and shouted, "All your drinks are on me, and I'm going to beat every last one of you to death!"
"WAAAGH!!!"
Gork let out a wild laugh powerful enough to shatter countless star systems. He turned to glance at Mork, and the two green gods, so immense that physical laws could not measure them, simultaneously extended their enormous green arms, as thick as galactic spiral arms. They seized the edges of the Warp dimension before them and tore with all their strength!
Riiip-
With a teeth-grinding crack of splintering dimensions, the Warp was ripped open by utterly unreasonable brute force. Like two berserk giants leaping into a mud pit, Gork and Mork plunged headfirst into the battlefield belonging to Liu Zhipeng and the Three Gods of Chaos, laughing wildly as though they meant to overturn everything.
The situation spiraled