One day after Dominic arrived at Carl II Carl II, three hours away in space.
A bizarrely shaped giant warship, leading a massive Orks fleet, was sailing majestically toward the Carl II.
This warship is the flagship of the Ragnar — the Anna.
Its shape resembles a giant squid with its mouth wide open, or rather, a huge iron pot with countless tentacles growing from its bottom.
The ship's hull was covered in rust and patches, and everywhere was crooked graffiti and slogans such as "waaaagh!", " Goffs!", and "Ber noodles~".
The most striking feature is the huge, steaming funnel in the center of the ship.
Unlike other Orks warships, the Anna's power source is not a reactor, but a stoker.
A voyage of millions of kilometers only requires ten thousand tons of stew.
This is Ragnar's most prized spaceship, a powerful creation embodying his ideals.
He often said that there was no problem that a pot of stew couldn't solve.
If so, then two pots.
The bridge of the Anna was filled with smoke and chaos.
Countless Ork Boyz and Gretchin were running around and making a ruckus inside.
The air was filled with the rich aroma of braised meat and mushrooms.
Ragnar sat on his iconic throne made of a large cauldron, devouring mung bean jelly.
Several Gretchin stood beside him, constantly scooping the stew from the pot into his mouth with huge spoons.
Grease dripped down his chin, onto his round belly, and was then casually wiped away.
"Boss! Boss!"
A burly, Evil Sunz man covered in red tattoos scrambled up to Ragnar and shouted excitedly:
"We've arrived at Carl II! Those little devils are all hiding inside the planet, too scared to come out!"
"All they do is sneak up on us with those crappy stone fortresses. They're so cowardly and weak!"
"Yeah, boss!" another Evil Sunz guy chimed in.
"Those shrimps are utterly vulnerable. Just give the order, and we'll storm in and take back Carl II."
The other Orks guys also joined in the commotion, shouting "waaaagh!", eager to rush up and wreak havoc.
Ragnar swallowed a large spoonful of stew and let out a deafening burp.
He raised his head, glanced at the bosses below with his small eyes, and said nothing.
Although he looks simple-minded, like a fat man who only knows how to eat, he is definitely not stupid to become the most powerful Orks warlord in Dorito.
Ragnar was certain that things weren't as simple as they seemed.
If the shrimp were truly so easily defeated, those guys from Evil Sunz would have shot down Carl II long ago. Why would they have waited until now?
Those stone fortresses, though unremarkable, effectively contained the Evil Sunz's high-speed fleet.
This shows that the shrimp has a very skilled commander.
but...
Ragnar looked down at his round belly, then at the vast Orks fleet outside the window.
So what?
He had over a hundred warships, including thirty cruisers.
His Anna was no less impressive than Shrimp's battleship.
As for the Carl II, it had long been in a terrible state after being ravaged by Chandler.
It's simply impossible for the shrimps to repair all the fortifications in such a short time.
In the face of absolute power, any scheme is futile.
The faster you go, the more opportunities you have.
This is the most valuable experience he has gained from fighting hundreds of battles.
"Shut up, all of you!"
Ragnar slammed his hand on the cauldron throne, making a loud "bang".
The entire bridge fell silent instantly.
All the Orks shut their mouths and stared at him expectantly.
Ragnar picked up a huge pork knuckle, took a big bite, and mumbled:
"Pass on my order: all fleets, full speed ahead!"
"Upon arrival at Carl II, launch a full-scale attack immediately!"
" Goffs Clan, at the forefront, crush those shabby stone fortresses!"
" Evil Sunz and Blood Axes, flank them from the left and right sides and ambush Shrimp's flanks!"
" Deathskulls and Bad Moons, stand with me in the center and bombard it relentlessly! Blow the defenses of Carl II to smithereens!"
"Waaaaagh!!!"
All the Orks leaders shouted excitedly, their eyes filled with bloodlust.
The frenzied Waaagh! Energy surged through the bridge as if it were a tangible substance.
Ragnar nodded in satisfaction, then scooped up another large spoonful of the stew and stuffed it into his mouth.
He looked at the approaching Carl II through the porthole and a sinister smile appeared on his face.
Carl II.
I'm back.
This time, I'm going to make you completely mine!
Three hours later.
When the first rays of starlight shone on the cold, metallic surface of Carl II.
Ragnar's main fleet finally arrived at the Carl II System.
That was a real steel monster.
Hundreds of Orks warships of all kinds were lined up densely, blotting out the sky.
There were killing cruisers as big as small mountains, cumbersome iron-headed ships, and countless destroyers and fighters.
Their hulls were brightly colored and dilapidated, yet they exuded the reckless, wild spirit of the Orks.
Compared to this massive fleet, the Carl II was like a dying elephant, while the Orks Fleet was a pack of hungry lions.
By any measure, there's no chance of winning.
"Attack!!!"
With Ragnar's command...
The Orks fleet didn't stop for a moment and charged straight towards the Carl II.
The black warships of the Goffs Clan truly lived up to their reputation.
Although the ships were basically unarmed, they had the thickest hulls and the toughest armor, resembling giant iron lumps at the front.
Their philosophy was simple: use their muscular physique to crash into the enemy's face, then board them and that was it.
They absorbed the majority of the firepower, creating space for the Deathskulls and Bad Moons fleets behind them to deal damage.
Countless lasers and missiles were fired from the rear fleet; the dense firepower made it impossible to distinguish between asteroids and fortresses.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Deafening explosions echoed continuously throughout the universe.
Those temporary fortresses that could effectively counter the Evil Sunz Fleet were utterly helpless against the overwhelming firepower of the Orks main fleet.
Hundreds of asteroids were blasted into fragments; the soldiers inside the fortress didn't even have time to scream before they were reduced to cosmic dust along with the fortress.
No special targeting is needed; wherever the steel torrent passes, everything is crushed to dust.
In just ten minutes, more than fifty temporary fortifications were destroyed.
A huge gap has appeared in the asteroid belt's " Iron Thorns " defense line.
The fleets of Evil Sunz and Blood Axes immediately seized the opportunity, rushed in through the gap, and pounced on Carl II.
The fleets of Deathskulls and Bad Moons followed behind the Goffs Clan, continuing to bombard the orbital defenses of the Carl II with their main guns.
Those already crippled defense platforms disintegrated under the gunfire, turning into debris floating in space.
The main defensive line of the Carl II offered almost no effective resistance.
Everything went as smoothly as Ragnar had anticipated.
He sat on the throne of the giant cauldron, eating braised meat while watching the constant stream of good news on the screen, a smug smile on his face.
He knew all along that the shrimps were utterly vulnerable.
Before long, Carl II will fall into his hands again.
Next up is Brevis.
He wants to turn the entire Calixis System into his stew pot!
Just as he was envisioning a bright future, behind Carl II, points of light suddenly lit up like a sea of stars.
"What?"