The Orks men were brave, but these zombies were just too monstrous.
They are not afraid of pain, nor are they afraid of death.
Even after being chopped into pieces, the bits of flesh continued to wriggle, trying to piece themselves back together.
Moreover, there are far too many of them.
Kill one, and ten more crawl out of the ground.
After killing ten, another hundred surged forward.
The Orks soldiers were killing so many zombies they were exhausted, only to find that the number of zombies was not decreasing, but rather increasing.
Soon, this small tribe was overwhelmed by the zombie horde.
All the Orks was torn into pieces.
And wherever they went, the native creatures and humans buried in the ground all stood up again and joined the ranks of the zombies.
This terrible phenomenon, like a plague, quickly swept across the entire planet Dorito.
Whether in bustling city ruins or remote rural fields, zombies roam everywhere.
The billions of humans who were killed by the Orks have now risen from their graves and launched an indiscriminate attack on all living things.
The Orks initially dismissed it, thinking these "dead shrimps" were no match for them.
Armed with weapons, they took the initiative to attack, wanting to kill all the zombies.
But they soon realized they were wrong.
These zombies, though slow-moving and not very destructive, are extremely resilient.
Ordinary physical attacks are unlikely to kill them completely.
Only fire or high temperatures can burn them to ashes.
Moreover, there are simply too many of them.
On the planet Dorito, billions of humans have died.
Now, these humans have all turned into zombies.
They emerge from the soil even faster than the Orks reproduce.
Many Orks tribes were overrun by zombie hordes while they slept, resulting in their complete annihilation.
A terrible rumor also spread rapidly.
"This is Dorito's Avenger on us!"
"We killed too many shrimp, and now they've all come back to life!"
"They're going to kill us all and take back this planet!"
" Gork and Mork is furious! We're going to be abandoned!"
The oblivious Orks found this somewhat absurd for the first time.
As they watched the endless stream of green-skinned zombies crawling out of the ground, they even began to wonder who the real Orks were.
However, this doesn't mean they're afraid. In fact, these zombies are giving these Orks, who have been living in peace for too long, a grand war.
The entire Dorito descended into chaos within a single day!
Of course, some Orks leaders also tried to send people to contact Ragnar.
In one of the tunnels of the Gemstone.
Ragnar led his Wrecking Ball Brigade, rampaging towards the bridge.
"Hahaha! Charge! Kill all these shrimps!"
Ragnar's excited shouts came from inside the huge iron sphere.
He felt he had never been so powerful.
The power bestowed upon him by the Stew God surged within him relentlessly.
His iron ball was indestructible.
Nothing could stand in his way.
"Boss, the gate leading to the upper deck is just ahead!"
"After passing through this passage and turning two more corners, you'll reach the bridge!" a burly man with Goffs reported excitedly.
"Very good!" Ragnar laughed heartily.
"Hurry up, let's twist the heads off those shrimps and boil them into stew!"
"Waaaagh!!!"
The Wrecking Ball Brigade's speed has increased once again.
They rushed into the main passageway leading to the upper deck.
The passageway was deserted and eerily quiet.
The only sound was the thunderous boom as their iron balls rolled.
"Hmm?" Ragnar frowned. "Something's not right."
Where did all the shrimp go? There's not a single one here.
Beneath his rugged exterior lies a meticulous mind.
This unusual silence made him sense a hint of danger.
"Boss, those shrimps must have been scared out of their wits by us, they all ran away!" a burly man said nonchalantly.
"Yeah, boss, we're so powerful, they definitely wouldn't dare fight us!"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Ragnar snapped. "Be careful, it might be a trap! Slow down and be on your guard!"
Just then...
"Hiss~~~"
A slight hissing sound of gas leaking echoed in the passageway.
Colorless and odorless nerve gas began to spread in the air.
What was that sound?
A burly man said in confusion.
The next second, he felt dizzy and weak in his limbs.
His iron ball also began to wobble and slow down.
"Oh no, it's poison gas!" Ragnar's expression changed drastically. "Hold your breath, rush over there!"
But it was too late.
The nerve gas had already entered the interior through the vents in the iron ball.
Most of the Wrecking Balls were affected, their speed noticeably reduced.
Several of the larger men with weaker immune Goffs even fainted.
Their iron balls also stopped in place, motionless.
It's important to know that the Orks members of the Deffskull Clan have superior digestive and immune systems compared to ordinary Orks.
Unfortunately, the cost of sampling these neurotoxins came from Catachan.
"Damn shrimp, you actually resorted to underhanded tactics!" Ragnar roared angrily.
Just then...
"Boom!!!"
A deafening explosion rang out in the middle of the passage.
Hundreds of Melta Bomb detonated simultaneously.
The temperature, hundreds of thousands of degrees Celsius, instantly engulfed the entire passage.
A stream of scorching plasma erupted toward the Wrecking Ball Brigade.
"Ah!!!"
The Wrecking Balls that had been knocked down by the poison gas were instantly melted by the high temperature.
The iron ball's armor turned into molten iron, Goffs the big guy inside, before he could even wake up, was reduced to ashes.
"Damn it, retreat!" Ragnar immediately ordered.
These shrimps are so cunning!
The remaining Wrecking Balls quickly smashed through the walls and hid in the compartments on either side.
As soon as they entered the cabin, countless Imperium soldiers suddenly rushed out from the branch corridors on both sides.
Heavy Bolter, plasma cannons, and Multi-melta guns all fire simultaneously.
The intense firepower instantly filled the narrow space.
"Beat them! Beat them hard!"
"Avenge our fallen comrades!"
The soldiers roared, unleashing all their fury upon the Orks.
However, these conventional attacks always inflict limited damage on the destroyer.
Once they recovered, Ragnar and the others immediately launched a counterattack.
"Damn shrimps! I'm going to kill you all!!!"
He roared and, ignoring the high temperature and firepower, accelerated sharply, rushing towards the intersection at the end of the passage.
He wanted to tear these cunning shrimp apart with his own hands.
He wanted to show them what would happen if they angered him, the Ragnar!
Dominic stood in front of the main control screen on the bridge, his eyes cold as he looked at the Wrecking Ball Brigade that had been ambushed.
"The game has only just begun, Ragnar."