"Glug, glug..."
The sound of the broth boiling was exceptionally clear in the silent bridge.
The Goffs man " Pangdun," who was in charge of the cruiser, was holding a machete and preparing to lead his men out to compete with the Orks of other tribes for the leadership position.
When he smelled that familiar aroma of braised pork that haunted his dreams...
His movements stopped abruptly.
His eyes became empty and lifeless, as if they had been bewitched.
After throwing away his machete, he walked step by step toward the throne cauldron.
"Mengzi, delicious menzi..."
The Pangdun muttered to himself, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.
He completely forgot about the internal strife and his position as the leader.
All that remained in his mind was that pot of steaming hot stew.
He walked up to the large pot, stretched out his huge palm, and began frantically scooping out the stew inside.
The scalding hot broth burned his hands, but he didn't care at all.
He swallowed it in large gulps, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
"Delicious, so delicious!"
He ate faster and faster, and ate more and more.
Finally, he actually threw himself into the pot.
With a "thump".
The Pangdun fell into the boiling broth.
He did not let out any screams.
It didn't even struggle.
He seemed to melt into the pot.
Soon, it disappeared into the boiling broth.
The other Orks soldiers on the bridge stared Daidai at the scene.
No one dared to step forward.
Their faces all showed expressions of awe.
After Pangdun completely disappeared.
The broth and stew in the large pot began to rapidly reduce.
Golden light burst forth from the cauldron.
The broth kept bubbling and solidifying.
It gradually took on the outline of a humanoid creature.
A few minutes later.
The light faded.
A completely new Ragnar emerged from the cauldron.
His size is much smaller than before.
He's only two meters tall, about the same height as an average Ork Boyz.
But his belly remained enormous.
It almost reached his knees.
The giant mouth above opened and closed, dripping with dark green saliva.
His skin was no longer the dark green it used to be.
Instead, it turned into a strange, dark reddish-brown color, like that of a roast suckling pig.
After a while, it gradually cooled down, turned green, and emitted a rich meaty aroma.
Although his size has shrunk, the Waaagh Field emanating from him is purer and more concentrated than before.
The moment Ragnar stepped out of the cauldron.
Within the entire Orks fleet, the previously scattered Waaagh Field, as if summoned, began to converge frantically towards the " Flatbread Meat Roll ".
In space, a green "barrier" has been re-formed.
The Orks that were fighting each other all stopped what they were doing at the same time.
They looked up and gazed in the direction of " Flatbread Meat Roll ".
His eyes were filled with fervor and awe.
"Boss!"
"It's the boss! The boss isn't dead!"
"The boss is back!!!"
A deafening roar of cheers erupted from every single Orks warship.
Those Warboss were originally prepared to fight amongst themselves all laid down their weapons.
They sighed in the direction of " Flatbread Meat Roll," then bowed their heads respectfully.
A bloody internal conflict that was about to erupt was averted by Ragnar's return.
This is the logic of the Orks.
As long as the leader is strong enough, and as long as the leader is alive, they will obey unconditionally.
Ragnar stood at the window of the bridge, watching the fleet outside regain its order.
There was not a trace of joy on his face.
Only a deep-seated fear.
He could clearly feel the resolute killing intent emanating from the man and the insect.
Even now that he's back at the heart of the fleet, even with hundreds of warships and tens of millions of Ork Boyz by his side.
He felt no sense of security whatsoever.
That purple figure and that terrifying insect-like creature.
It had become his nightmare.
He never wanted to face them again.
I never want to again.
"Boss, what do we do now?"
A burly man from the Deffskull Clan cautiously approached Ragnar and respectfully inquired.
"The remnants of the Goffs Clan, along with the vanguard fleets of the Bad Moons Clan and the Deathskulls Clan, are almost upon the Carl II."
"Should we follow up immediately and take over that space station in one fell swoop?"
"Follow up my ass!"
Ragnar whirled around and roared at the big man.
He tried to keep his voice calm, but his body trembled slightly with fear.
"Retreat! The entire army retreats!"
"Now, immediately, right now!"
"Huh?" The big guy was stunned.
He wondered if he had misheard.
"Boss, what did you say? Retreat?"
"But we're about to capture Carl II. If we retreat now, wouldn't all the damage we've taken have been for nothing?"
The other big guys present also looked puzzled.
They didn't understand why the boss would order a retreat as soon as he returned.
"I said retreat!!!"
Ragnar slammed his hand on the table, the force of which dented the rim of the metal pot.
"We can't worry about that now, let's retreat!"
He naturally couldn't reveal his true feelings of weakness.
"All warships, turn around immediately and return to Dorito!"
"Anyone who dares to disobey orders, I'll throw them into a pot and stew them!"
Ragnar's eyes were bloodshot.
He doesn't care about anything anymore.
What Carl II, what Calixis System?
What kind of "ultimate braised meat" is this?
None of them are as important as his life.
Now, the further away from those two ominous stars the better.
Let's wait until he's recovered enough to protect himself.
I saw that Ragnar was truly enraged.
None of the Warboss dared to speak again.
Although they were puzzled, they obediently carried out the order.
"Yes, boss!"
Soon, the order to retreat spread throughout the entire Orks Fleet.
The massive Orks main fleet began to slowly turn around.
One by one, the warships changed course and flew towards the planet Dorito.
Only the few warships at the very front, due to communication delays, did not receive the order to retreat.
Perhaps they received orders, or perhaps they were blinded by the battle.
They continued flying towards the Carl II Space Station as planned.
They then began deploying landing craft one after another.
Ragnar stood by the window, watching the warships sail away.
His eyes were cold.
He didn't care whether those Orks lived or died.
As long as he can get back alive.
As long as he can avoid Dorito.
One day, he will return with even more Orks to seek revenge.
He would throw the purple shrimp and the worm into the pot together and stew them into the most fragrant stew.
"Just you wait..."
Ragnar murmured softly, and the giant mouth on its belly emitted a strange hoarse sound.
I will definitely come back!