Above Dorito orbit, the battle is drawing to a close.
The battle lasted for three days and three nights.
Countless wrecked warships and rotting monster corpses float in space.
Although the Orks warships were rudimentary, they unleashed astonishing combat power under the enhancement of the Waaagh Field.
They rampaged wildly, smashing the hull of the Blight Ark with their rams and bombarding the surging plague monsters with deafening Big Shoota.
The monsters on the Nurgle Blight Ark are numerous and inexhaustible, but they have no tactics, no reason, and only know how to charge based on instinct.
For the Orks, this is the perfect prey. They don't need to think about tactics or worry about ambushes; they just need to rush in and hack and slash.
Ragnar personally led the charge at the forefront.
He piloted his Battle Barge, smashed through the hull of the Blight Ark, and led his lads to board and fight.
As the Waaagh! Field continued to increase during the battle, his body also recovered rapidly.
Three days ago he was only three meters tall, but now he has grown to four meters.
Although my belly hasn't returned to its peak size yet, it will fully recover in less than a week if I eat a few more good meals.
More importantly, this battle completely ignited the morale of the Orks.
The Waaagh Field, which had been depressed due to the crushing defeat of Carl II, was re-coalesced during the three days of carnage.
A green light enveloped the entire fleet, growing brighter and brighter until it finally returned to half of its peak strength.
The Ork Boyz howled and vented all their resentment on the plague monster, fighting with increasing ferocity.
When the last Blight Ark was blown into a giant fireball by the Orks, the entire fleet erupted in deafening cheers.
"Waaaaagh!!!"
"Boss is awesome!"
"It's so satisfying to chop up this rotten meat!"
Ragnar, holding his cleaver stained with pus aloft, accepted the cheers of the boys.
A satisfied smile appeared on his face, and the giant mouth on his stomach opened and closed, emitting a hoarse laugh.
" Ragnar's voice boomed like thunder.
"Back in Dorito, I'm going to stew a huge pot of stew to celebrate our victory!"
Anyway, we still won!
"Yes, boss!"
Brevis, at the top of Saint Garus Castle.
Luna sat behind her desk, the gold mask on the right side of her face reflecting an eerie light in the candlelight.
The mask's edges are engraved with intricate runes, which seem to come alive and swirl across the mask's surface as the candlelight flickers.
Her fingers gently traced the crystal ball on the table, which clearly reflected the battle scene above the Dorito orbit.
A ghostly blue light danced in her deep blue eyes, reflecting the flames of the explosion and the splattered flesh and blood, yet it did not stir a ripple in her gaze.
When Luna saw the last Blight Ark explode into a huge fireball under the Orks ' cannon fire, her fingertips paused slightly.
The image inside the crystal ball vanished instantly, leaving only a swirling cloud of blue mist.
"The vanguard of the Nurgle fell at the hands of the Orks." Her voice was like a cold wind sweeping across a lake in winter, devoid of any emotion.
A week ago, the Lord of Change, while punishing her, also gave her a revelation.
The revelation was vague and fragmented, but she could see that a tide of decay would surge toward Brevis, chaos would tear away the facade of calm, and this would be her chance to rewrite her destiny.
She had already made thorough preparations based on the revelation, mobilizing her subordinates and planting hidden agents at various key points.
We're just waiting for that "tide of decay" to arrive.
But now, the anticipated start has been inexplicably blocked by the Orks.
The wizard standing behind her bowed and asked, " Your Lord Regent, shall we continue with our previous plans?"
His voice was filled with worry.
Everyone knows that Luna has been a completely different person ever since she woke up from her coma last time.
Her personality changed from impetuous to calm and reserved, but at the same time she became more cold-blooded.
In order to weave that grand plan that would change the entire galaxy, she could not allow any mistakes.
Therefore, countless colleagues have already become mindless, Chaos Spawn.
Luna did not answer immediately.
She stood up and walked to the window.
The night breeze blew in through the open window, caressing her face.
But the cool, gentle breeze could no longer be felt on that half of her face; only a faint burning sensation remained.
After a long silence, she finally spoke, her voice calm. "No adjustments are needed."
"But..." The wizard looked up, his eyes full of doubt.
" Nurgle's vanguard has been destroyed; the chaos we await will not come."
"If we act now, we don't have enough confidence to dethrone Lynn's rule."
"Chaos never fails to arrive, it just arrives late," Luna interrupted him, a glint of something unreadable flashing in her blue eyes.
"Change is the only truth in the world."
"Nothing ever goes exactly as planned, and the true masters can always find their opportunities in change."
She reached out, trying to grasp that wisp of breeze.
" Lynn is too cautious," she said slowly.
"His swarm of insects, I believe, has already spread to every corner around Brevis; no unusual fluctuation can escape his notice."
"If Nurgle's Blight Ark arrives on time, he will immediately sense the presence of Chaos and mobilize his forces to be on guard."
"In that case, we'll be the ones he's prepared for."
"But things are different now." A faint smile appeared on her lips.
" The Orks destroyed those eerie, abandoned Blight Ark; he'll focus all his attention on Dorito's Orks."
"He will mobilize his troops, formulate offensive plans, and then devote himself to the great battle to come."
"Therefore, he will lower his guard."
"And that's enough."
The wizard fell silent.
He still didn't understand Luna's plans; he just felt that Luna was becoming increasingly difficult to understand.
"Understood, sir. What should we do now?"
"You don't need to do anything." Luna turned around and went back behind her desk.
"Continue to monitor Lynn and Dorito the Orks's movements. Do not act rashly, and do not leave any trace."
Her fingers traced the crystal ball again, but this time, no image appeared inside; only a deep darkness remained.
"Wait."
We are ready anytime, anywhere.
"Waiting for the next tide to come."
"Yes, Your Lord Regent."
The wizard turned and left the room, the heavy door closing with a dull thud.
Silence fell over the room once again.
Luna sat behind her desk, quietly gazing at the crystal ball in front of her.
The candlelight flickered on her face, and the golden mask completely concealed her expression, revealing only a deep blue eye that gleamed in the darkness.
"Everything is going according to plan..."