The Drop Pod's tightly sealed armoured doors unfolded outward with the elegance of a lotus. The sight that greeted Urrak sent a rare chill through the arrogant Ork Overlord.
Those who emerged from the Drop Pod were not the laughably weak kin he had expected. Every one of them stood over an astonishing three metres tall, without a single hunched back or malformed muscle among them. Their bodies stood straight as swords, perfect biological weapons seemingly cast in the most precise moulds.
They wore jet-black Monomolecular Power Armour, its surfaces shimmering with the faint glow of Energy Shields. There were no exaggerated spikes, no ridiculous skull ornaments, only the ultimate simplicity of something made to kill. The Super Plasma Rifles in their hands radiated an unnerving blue glow. Not a single barrel was bent, nor was there any trace of tape holding them together.
The instant the Krork Army landed, it automatically formed a flawless tactical defensive formation with no blind spots. There was no shoving, no shouting. The only sound was the wind blowing through the ruins.
This was absolutely not how Orks were supposed to look!
Urrak felt his understanding of the world being ground into the dirt all over again. Forcing down the inexplicable shudder in his heart, he raised the enormous Power Claw on his right arm and unleashed an earth-shaking battle cry: "WAAAGH!!! Crush these heretics! Strip off their black hides!"
Tens of millions of frenzied Ullanor Orks surged like a flood bursting through a dam. With enough momentum to overturn the earth, they launched a chaotic, suicidal charge at the silent black formation.
Faced with this overwhelming onslaught, the Krork Officer in the front rank coldly raised an arm. A brief tactical command passed instantly to every soldier through the flawless WAAAGH Psychic Network.