Lynn's voice turned somber.
"This is really not right."
Even the Imperium's most elite Astra Militarum needs at least an hour to rebuild its command structure after its commander is suddenly killed.
Not to mention the Orks, who are inherently chaotic and glorify violence.
Historically, countless Orks invasions have collapsed due to the unexpected death of the Warboss.
Some even turn on each other and kill each other until only one person remains.
No Orks tribe has ever been able to regain composure and continue its combat mission within ten minutes of a warboss's death.
This completely contradicts the biological characteristics of Orks.
"The data is correct." Rena's voice remained calm, but a hint of doubt lingered.
"Observations of the swarm show that the Orks fleet's Waaagh Field did indeed experience violent fluctuations and collapse."
"But just now, the collapsed Waaagh Field is reforming."
"Although the intensity is only half of what it was before, it is indeed steadily increasing."
"Re-coagulation?"
Lynn's pupils contracted slightly.
The Waaagh Field is a product of the collective unconscious of the Orks. It can only be formed when a sufficiently powerful Warboss appears and unifies the scattered will of the Orks.
Ragnar is dead.
Who has the ability to reunite the entire Deffskull Clan's Waaagh Field in such a short time?
Even if there is a number two who has long coveted the top position, it is impossible for him to subdue all the Warboss so quickly.
The transfer of power among the Orks has always been accompanied by bloody battles and countless deaths.
Without days and nights of infighting, it would be impossible to determine a winner.
A thought that was both utterly absurd and the only logical one flashed through Lynn's mind.
Just then, Rena's voice rang out again, uttering the guess he dared not delve into.
"Could it be that Ragnar is still alive?"
Lynn's body stiffened abruptly.
He was startled by the idea.
"That's impossible!" Lynn retorted instinctively.
"We witnessed him being completely Annihilation the Psychic Power collapse."
" Rena, you also underwent a genetic scan, and no residual life signals were detected."
"Even his genetic fragments have been reduced to dust, how could he possibly still be alive?"
"I know that's unlikely," Rena said calmly.
"But now all signs point to this outcome."
"Apart from Ragnar himself, no one else could re-establish the Deffskull Clan's Waaagh Field in such a short time."
"And no one's prestige can stop those unruly Orks warlords from fighting amongst themselves."
Having followed Lynn for so long, Rena's understanding of the Orks has reached an unimaginable level.
Lynn remained silent.
What Rena said is most likely true.
Orks only obey the strong.
Only a war boss who personally subdues them and leads them to victory can make them willingly obey orders.
A new leader must prove his strength with his fists.
Three minutes isn't even enough time for a fight.
Lynn's gaze gradually sharpened.
He remembered the eerie, gigantic mouth on Ragnar's stomach.
I recalled his extraordinary vitality.
I remembered the name he shouted before he was hit by the Psychic Power spear.
" The Stew God..."
Lynn uttered those three words in a low voice.
A chill rose from the depths of his heart.
At first, he thought it sounded like the title of some kind of evil god, and was just the nonsense Ragnar uttered before his death.
But now it seems things may not be as simple as he imagined.
" Rena."
Lynn suddenly stood up.
"Change course."
"We need to go to the Orks Fleet."
"Are you sure?" Rena asked.
" Carl II's defenses are weak; without your command, it might not be able to hold out."
"We can't worry about that now." Lynn's tone was resolute.
"If Ragnar is truly not dead, then the battle on Carl II is meaningless."
"We must find him and kill him completely before he fully recovers."
"No matter what, we cannot let the tiger return to the mountain!"
"Understood, then I'll activate the backup plan." Rena didn't ask any further questions.
"Um!"
The shuttle's engine roared and it abruptly changed direction.
The silver figure, which was originally flying towards Carl II, suddenly changed direction and rushed towards the Orks fleet.
Let's rewind ten minutes.
In the center of the ruins of the banquet hall.
The purplish-gold sphere of Psychic Power energy was expanding rapidly, its terrifying energy distorting the surrounding space.
Ragnar's body had begun to decompose; his dark green flesh and blood turned to ash under the onslaught of energy.
The intense pain made his remaining consciousness tremble.
The shadow of death had already loomed over him.
" Stew God! Help me!!!"
Ragnar screamed wildly in his heart.
This was his last hope.
From their first encounter, whenever he faced an insurmountable crisis, he would always be able to turn danger into safety by praying to the Stew God.
This time, it was also the Stew God who gave him a warship capable of devouring all attacks, as well as an immortal body.
The Stew God is his only salvation.
It was his last trump card.
But this time...
The enormous mouth on his stomach, however, did not respond at all, which was unusual.
The Psychic Power energy had spread to his head.
His vision began to blur.
" Stew God, please! Save me!"
Ragnar wept bitterly.
He was no longer as arrogant and brutal as before.
All that remained was a deep-seated fear and despair.
"I'll give you the remaining two-thirds of the Premium Stew, all of it, please help me!!!"
The finest jelly is Ragnar's most precious treasure.
It was made by him using the flesh and blood of countless powerful enemies, plus the most precious Orks material from Planet Dorito.
He regarded it as his life.
Now, he's willing to give anything to truly survive.
There was still no response.
Psychic Power had already consumed half of his body.
He could feel his soul being torn apart.
"No! I don't want to die!"
"I'll do anything, just save me. I'll give you everything I have!"
"My fleet, my planet, all my treasures, are yours!!!"
Just a moment before his consciousness completely faded away.
A greasy, heavy sound, filled with the bubbling of rich meat broth, finally resonated deep within his soul.
It's a deal.
"Buzz!!!"
An indescribable power suddenly erupted from the giant mouth on Ragnar's stomach.
This force actually managed to withstand the erosion of the collapsing Psychic Power.
Immediately afterwards, a dark green light shot out from the giant maw, enveloping the last remaining trace of Ragnar's soul.
Before the Psychic Power energy completely consumed his body.
That dark green light, carrying his soul, vanished into the void in an instant.
No one noticed what happened.
Even Lynn and Rena didn't notice.
They believed that Ragnar had been completely Annihilation.
In the instant that Ragnar's physical body dissipated.
The entire planet Dorito, and the area surrounding the Orks fleet in front of the Carl II System.
The Waaagh Field, which was originally so dense that it could alter the laws of physics, began to shatter instantly.
Like a piece of shattered glass.
"Clang!"
The most direct impact is on the colossal ships that those Orks people cobbled together from garbage and scrap.
Without the support of the Waaagh Field, these sturdy warships began to disintegrate in space.
Large sections of armor plating were torn off, some unfortunate warships suffered engine explosions, and some hulls were blown in two.
Hundreds of thousands of Orks soldiers screamed as they were thrown into the cold vacuum.
An inexplicable panic arose deep within the hearts of every Orks.
They could sense that their leader, who had led them to conquer all corners of the world, had vanished.
"The boss is dead!"
I don't know who shouted it.
The entire Orks fleet instantly erupted into chaos.
"The boss is dead, now I'm the boss!"
"Bullshit! I'm the boss!"
"Get out of my way, all of you! Anyone who disagrees will be killed!"
The various Warboss and underlings all drew their weapons.
They began to gather their men, preparing to decide who would be the new leader by force.
A bloody internal power struggle engulfing the entire fleet is about to erupt.
Some cowardly Orks have already begun piloting their warships, preparing to flee.
The entire Orks fleet was plunged into unprecedented chaos.
But at that moment...
In the core area of Orks Fleet.
On the " Flatbread Meat Roll," a heavy cruiser belonging to the Deffskull Clan.
In the center of the bridge, the enormous throne cauldron that had appeared out of nowhere suddenly underwent a strange change.
This large cauldron is Ragnar's throne and the only creation of the Stew God.
Normally, Ragnar would sit on the stove, eating stew while directing the fleet in battle.
At that moment, boiling hot bubbles suddenly began to rise from the previously empty pot.
The rich aroma of meat and spices wafted from the large pot.
A pool of golden, glistening stewed meat soup appeared out of thin air in the pot.
Boiling and tumbling in the scalding hot broth.
"Glug, glug..."