Chapter 179: King of the Orks
Massive Waaagh! Energy surrounded the Ork planet.
Suddenly—
Woooooo!
Several enormous Attack Moons materialized in orbit. Each resembled a giant mechanical monster haphazardly welded together, its surface bristling with weapon turrets that clicked and swiveled. Gouts of flame erupted from hull breaches across their pitted armor.
"Dis is it! Lookz proppa good! Let's go!" On the command deck of the lead Attack Moon, a Warboss with a fortress-like build roared. His iron jaw gleamed coldly as he brandished a massive warhammer, its head stained with dried blood and engine grease.
His Boyz erupted in a deafening "Waaagh!" Each shout was punctuated by fists hammering the metal deck, making the entire structure groan and shudder.
Massive landing craft swarmed down from the Attack Moons as several Warbosses led their mobs planetside.
Their ships plummeted through the atmosphere like a meteor shower, crashing into mountains, plains, and the vast ruins dotting the Ork world's surface.
BOOM!
Francis stood atop the planet's highest peak, overlooking everything.
He spoke with absolute calm. "There are only two things in my life that I cannot accept: one is when others prevent me from claiming my prize, and the other is when others claim MY prize! You've already chosen the path to your death!"
He grinned, revealing sharp fangs, his eyes filled with hostility.
As the landing capsule door swung open, several Warbosses were the first to emerge. They were burly figures, clad in ramshackle metal armor, each carrying their own unique weapon: one wielded a massive chain axe, another carried a dakkagun that still spat sparks, and yet another hauled a rokkit launcha and a serrated shield.
"Dis planet belongs to us! 'Oo are ya, ya blind git, darin' ta try an' take it from us?" The chain-axe Warboss brandished his weapon and bellowed, his voice drowning out the roar of the kannons.
Francis laughed heartily, then leaped off the mountaintop, his footsteps thundering across the land. He raised his fist and slammed it into the ground with a resounding thud, sending dust and pebbles flying.
"All of you come at me together, but if you get beaten up, don't go crying to your mothers!"
The Ork Boyz behind Francis roared excitedly, "Waaagh!"
These words were like a spark igniting explosives, and the Warbosses immediately roared in fury.
"Wot klan are ya from, actin' so flash!" one bellowed.
"Brothers, charge!" another commanded.
Countless Ork warriors, led by their Warbosses, surged toward Francis like a tidal wave.
Just then, Francis pulled a vial of silver potion from his waist, his eyes darting around, and roared, "We are the Blackrock Clan!"
He drank it all in one gulp. In an instant, his skin transformed into flowing silver metal, radiating a cold light.
"Even if ya change yer skin, we're not afraid of ya! Take dis 'ammer from me!" The first Warboss to charge forward roared as he swung his spiked warhammer at Francis's head.
However, the moment the warhammer touched Francis's silver skin, it emitted a piercing metallic clang and bounced back. The immense recoil caused the Warboss to stumble back several steps, screaming in shock.
"Me giant 'ammer! Da 'ammer that's been wiv me for years! Ya owe me teef!"
"Wot's goin' on?" roared a Warboss from the Evil Sunz klan, then brandished his chain axe and joined the battle.
But Francis blocked every attack from the chain axe, sending countless sparks flying!
"I wasn't this weak when I was eight years old! You guys are pathetic!" Francis snorted coldly, then suddenly raised his fist and delivered a straight punch directly to the Warboss's chest.
The enormous figure flew out as if hit by a cannonball, crashing heavily to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.
Then, Francis charged into the Orks like a silver whirlwind, roaring, "Tornado destroys parking lot!"
He sent an Ork flying with a single punch and kicked a Warboss to the ground.
Every attack he made was filled with devastating power. Iron armor was torn apart, weapons were shattered, and even Ork bones, as hard as rock, could not withstand his heavy blows.
Francis, invulnerable to swords and spears, became the embodiment of these Orks' nightmare. Neither the cunning raid from the Snakebites klan nor the ferocious attack from the Evil Sunz could shake him in the slightest.
Even with his vulnerable buttocks, Francis could use his sphincter muscles to clamp a blade tightly and then snap it off!
He even grabbed a giant axe that was being hurled at him with both hands, snapped it in two, and then threw the Ork wielding it away.
Just as he was catching his breath, a huge black shadow appeared.
"Great opportunity! Seize 'im!" The iron-jawed Warboss charged forward atop a Squiggoth. Just as the over twenty-meter-long behemoth was about to bite its opponent, it suddenly stopped.
The Warboss lashed out, whipping the giant beast and roaring furiously, "Bite 'im to death! Wot are ya standin' dere for! Give me... Ah!"
Before he could finish speaking, the Squiggoth suddenly kicked off with both legs, throwing the Warboss off, and then kicked him away in an instant.
Before Francis could even throw a punch, he saw the Squiggoth rubbing its head against him and frantically circling around him, its tail wagging like a propeller.
"Woof woof woof~"
Hearing the familiar voice, Francis recalled a frail figure from the depths of his memory, and he called out softly, "Gugu, is that you?"
Upon hearing its name, the Squiggoth was as happy as a several-ton child.
"Goodness, this brat's eating well! He's growing so fast! He wasn't even as big as my toes back then, but now he's twice my size!" Francis rubbed Gugu's massive head, and the creature opened its mouth and licked him all over with saliva, humming and moaning.
"Woof woof woof~"
"Brother Gork's head" was shaking wildly, as if it had come to life.
The other Warbosses were even more bewildered by this scene. They exchanged confused glances.
Francis mounted Gugu, and the two of them let out a huge roar at the same time.
"Waaagh!"
The resulting hurricane even blew away quite a few of the smaller Orks, while the Warbosses standing opposite had blood streaming from both ears. Some fainted, some groaned, and they were completely unable to fight anymore.
The defeated Warbosses looked at each other in bewilderment. Suddenly, one of the wounded Warbosses raised his fist and shouted in a weak voice, "Waaagh! Yer da bravest Ork ever!"
This sound ignited the remaining fervor among all the Orks. Despite having just been beaten to a pulp, they all raised their weapons and let out a deafening roar.
"Waaagh! King!" "Waaagh! King!" "Waaagh! King!"
Watching this scene from afar on Cadia, Curze and Magnus scratched their heads repeatedly.
"Francis wouldn't rebel, would he?" Magnus said.
"Hard to say!" Curze replied.
It seemed the other side was about to be crowned emperor, and right here in an Ork stronghold...
On the central plains of the Ork planet, tens of thousands of Ork Boyz were busy building a colossal statue. They excitedly circled a massive skeletal structure, waving tools and shouting fanatical slogans.
The main figure of the statue was a majestic Ork—their "King" Francis—while below the statue was a huge Squiggoth, baring its fangs and claws, looking majestic.
Every Ork Boy was full of energy. Some carried huge metal plates, some sprayed sparks with welding torches, and some even bit off excess metal pieces with their teeth. They had no concept of design, but their passion and imagination made up for it all.
"'Ey you ladz! Move dat piece of iron a bit to da right, don't block King Francis's face!" A green-skinned foreman Ork shouted commands, brandishing a huge wrench and sporting a fanatical grin.
A group of Ork Boyz carried a gleaming metal plate and carefully placed it on the statue's chest—it was clearly part of the silver metal skin representing Francis.
Meanwhile, other Orks were adding more decorations to the tusks of the Squiggoth. Each tusk was painted a dazzling red, and some Orks were even trying to carve the rough words "Waaagh!" on them.
Not far away, a clever Ork installed a huge megaphone on the base of the statue. He announced excitedly, "Once da statue is finished, we're gonna make it shout 'Waaagh!' over an' over! So dat every corner of our planet can 'ear it!"
Francis, who was sitting on the mountaintop, suddenly wondered what would happen if he used Blackrock Fortress to amplify his psionic energy. Without hesitation, he immediately ordered the Soul Drinkers to open up Blackrock Fortress!
After taking out the amplification device, he took a deep breath and then roared, "Waaagh!"
With this roar, a colossal creature emerged from space—a phantom of an Ork larger than a planet. It roared to the sky, emitting a deafening "Waaagh!" The sound waves spread in the vacuum in the form of psychic energy.
In that moment, on the Alpha system, all the Orks on the moons stopped what they were doing and turned to look in the direction of the phantom.
"Wot da zog?! Dat's much more excitin'!" A Warboss roared and brandished his huge axe, leading the charge toward the warships docked in the harbor.
"Quick, boyz! Get our toughest warships up an' runnin'!"
In some corner of the battle moon, a greenskin Warboss danced with excitement, leading a mob of Orks toward their battle fleet.
The Raven Guard warriors were all stunned, their fingers, which were about to pull the trigger, frozen in mid-air. Even the most experienced soldiers had never seen such a strange scene!
A seasoned veteran peered at the sky through the visor of his helmet and muttered under his breath, "Looks like someone's in for trouble! The only thing that can stop Orks from fighting is something even more disastrous!"
The warriors peeked out from behind their bunkers, watching the Orks swarm toward a certain direction, some even arguing and fighting, all for the chance to seize a warship that could take them off the planet.
One of the new recruits couldn't help but ask, "Is that all?"
Seeing the cowardly look on the other's face, the veteran went up and punched him. "If you can't speak, you don't have to!"
Even Corax looked completely bewildered. He blinked twice. "We've won?!"
[End of Chapter]
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