Gork and Mork.
Liu Zhipeng's soul froze completely.
"Lemme have a look!"
Gork's enormous head instantly appeared before Liu Zhipeng. His eyes, blazing with green fire like two enormous suns, studied him curiously.
"This boy..." Gork rubbed his enormous chin, which was made from an entire continental plate, and let out a thoughtful rumble. "...has stuff in his head that ain't quite like the other Boyz. He don't just use his fists. He also uses... uses that... what's it called?"
Then Mork's equally enormous face crowded in. He looked at Liu Zhipeng with appreciation, like a cunning old mob boss sizing up a promising newcomer.
"Boy," Mork said, his voice just as thunderous but carrying an irresistible, persuasive edge, "you fought good. You ran rings around them bugs that only know how to eat. Me and Gork saw it all."
"But..." Mork changed tack, an expression best described as "bored" appearing on his enormous face. "...just fighting them brainless bugs ain't exciting enough."
"That's right!" Gork nodded emphatically beside him. "Them gits that only go 'eat, eat, eat' ain't any fun to fight! We wanna see something louder!"
The two true gods of the Orks took turns delivering their final verdict on the "battle of the ages" at Octarius: boring.
Then Mork extended his thick finger and gently tapped the air before Liu Zhipeng's already stupefied soul.
The churning green ocean around them instantly transformed into crystal-clear, three-dimensional tableaux filled with blood and glory.
Liu Zhipeng saw it.
On one side of the star map lay an immense rift, like a scar across the universe, constantly oozing purple pus. Deep within it, he saw four masses of chaotic energy that filled him with instinctive revulsion. One was blood-red, like an ocean of blood filled with endless fury and the sounds