Liu Zhipeng-or rather, Toothy Big Chomper, who now stood nearly six meters tall and was revered by every Ork as Boss "Tooth Puller"-stood atop the command tower built during the Scrap Fortress's expansion. His enormous body cast a vast shadow in the raging wind. His new armor, pieced together from the carapaces of defeated Tyranid Behemoths and the wreckage of the Red Comet, reflected a savage yet glorious dark-red gleam in the dim light.
Below him, the ultimate defensive system he had named the "Three-Layer Meat Grinder" was rapidly taking shape in a chaotic yet efficient fashion.
"Move faster, you legless Gretchin!" A thunderous-voiced Boss lashed the ground with a thick whip, roaring at a group of grumbling Gretchin carrying an enormous gun barrel. "If you don't get this Big Gun mounted on the wall before dark, I'll stuff the lot of you down the barrel and fire you off as the next shell!"
This was the first defensive line, the Meat Grinder's "blades." Across positions stretching thousands of kilometers, tens of millions of Ork Boyz and Bosses were turning the place into a death maze of steel and artillery. The trenches were so deep that even a Flesh Eater could fall in and never climb out; bunkers stood as thick as trees in a forest, each bristling with dozens of dark gun barrels. Between these fortifications, Mekboys gleefully planted all manner of mines and traps imbued with Ork know-wotz ingenuity—some launched hundreds of sharpened bone spears when stepped on, others sprayed highly corrosive Squig spit. There was even a type called a "Squig Mine," supposedly dreamed up by the Mekboys after studying Tyranid Spore Mines, which exploded and released countless hungry little winged Squigs.
Behind the first defensive line lay the second, the Meat Grinder's "conveyor belt." There were