At that moment, Gork and Mork had no inclination whatsoever to pay attention to the mockery and covetous gazes of the Three Gods of Chaos.
They felt panic. It was an emotion they had never experienced before-the terror of being uprooted entirely!
"What in blazes is going on?!"
The two enormous green gods hurriedly closed their savage eyes, each larger than a star. They sent their vast, chaotic perceptions, brimming with berserk will, surging down the "WAAAGH! conduit" that connected them to the material universe, woven from the souls and faith of billions of Orks.
They wanted to see which Orks had stopped fighting properly and dared to neglect their "offerings" to the gods.
But when their perceptions crossed the dimensional barrier and descended upon the material universe...
The sight that greeted them sent a bone-deep chill through these ancient gods, who had never known the meaning of fear!
Within the vast sea of stars in the material universe, Ullanor, Octarius, Karadorn... tens of thousands of worlds once occupied by Orks should have been engulfed in war, filled with smoke and roaring.
Yet now, all of them had fallen into an eerie, deathly silence!
There were no deafening cries of "WAAAGH!", no bloody clashes between tribes over a few scraps of sheet metal, no crude Gargants charging around belching black smoke, and not a single Ork fanatically smashing another's skull in the name of "Gork and Mork."
It was as though some irresistible power had pressed the mute button on every Ork in the Milky Way Galaxy!
Gork and Mork's perceptions trembled as they focused on a Scrap World.
There, they witnessed a horrifying scene that threatened to shatter their entire divine worldview.
The mountains of junk that had once covered the planet were gone. In their place stood colossal