Gork and Mork are the two most brutal and dominant Ork gods in the Warp. According to ancient greenskin legend, when Father Nurgle consumed all the essences, an enraged Gork and Mork united and beat him until he vomited forth every last essence he had swallowed.
Though this tale is heavily mythological and may not reflect actual events, it suffices to demonstrate the immense power of Gork and Mork.
The fanatical faith of countless Orks across the galaxy coalesces into the colossal WAAAGH! energy field, elevating them to unimaginable heights. When these two brothers — eternally locked in combat with each other — rarely achieve unity, even the Four Gods of the Empyrean must weigh their actions carefully.
As to why these two gods had set their sights on Nyx — Nyx had once assumed it was because he ate Orks. In truth, his actions had merely awakened the pure, primal interest of Gork and Mork.
The shocking battle between Nyx and Khorne's incarnation had already been deeply imprinted upon the minds of these two cunning and brutal Ork gods, transmitted through the WAAAGH! energy field. Clearly, Gork and Mork also wished to seize this opportunity to conduct a serious, proper contest with this extraordinary mortal!
The majestic WAAAGH! energy field swept through the Warp like a tsunami. Vast quantities of green lightning continuously discharged across the immaterium. The crude green hue — belonging to the Orks, saturated with savagery and vitality — had now become the sole background colour.
"...This is... a bit excessive."
Standing at the prow of the Typhon, Nyx faced two Ork gods the size of galactic continents. Their muscles were knotted like mountain ranges; the tusks jutting from their jaws were comparable to the Typhon itself in scale — perhaps the ultimate form the Ork race could attain.
*This is fucking cool! *
Even Nyx had to admit that Gork and Mork's appearance could be described, in Ork aesthetics, as absolute 'pretty boys'. That domineering, arrogant bearing — saturated with raw, primal power — also kindled a boiling battle‑lust within his heart.
He appreciated this purity. Unlike in his previous life... the Orks on those obscure websites, rarely opened late at night, left only filthy impressions in his mind... Wait. Would Gork and Mork... Stop. This train of thought was getting disturbing.
Though Gork and Mork appeared almost identical, Nyx could still distinguish them at a glance: one was brutal but cunning, the other cunning but brutal. Though this was merely a reversal of descriptors, that distinctive temperament was perfectly embodied between them.
At the feet of these two 'mountains', countless greenskin Boyz from the Ork Divine Realm joyfully fought amongst themselves. At this moment, however, the overwhelming majority of Orks followed their gods' gaze and fixed their attention upon Nyx.
"GOLDEN BOY! YOU KRUMPED DAT BIG RED GIT — I LOIKE YA! CUM FIGHT ME!"
Gork's roar was thunderous with excitement, detonating continuously and echoing through the Warp. In an instant, the concentration of the surrounding WAAAGH! energy field skyrocketed once more.
"GOLDEN BOY! MY BROTHER MORK LOIKES YA TOO! YA GOTTA FIGHT ME AS WELL!"
As Nyx had expected, Gork and Mork cared nothing for his consumption of Orks — greenskins themselves frequently engaged in such behaviour. To Orks, fighting is the most important and joyful activity in the universe.
Gork and Mork gazed at Nyx. Seeing that he displayed not the slightest trace of fear, even when confronted by both brothers together, their excitement only grew — if Nyx were a greenskin rather than a golden tin‑can, they would have immediately elevated him to 'Divine Chosen'.
"Gork. Mork." Nyx's voice cut through the raging WAAAGH! energy field. "I also look forward to fighting you. But if you descend in your true god‑forms, you probably won't be able to enjoy this, right? Besides... which of you should I fight first?"
His words caused Gork and Mork to fall silent simultaneously. The two Ork gods always acted on hot‑headed impulse; they had never once considered such trivialities.
"NO WORRIES, GOLDEN BOY!" Gork took the lead in roaring, his fists pounding his chest with booming thuds. "WE'LL SQUISH OURSELVES DOWN TO YER LEVEL! AN' WHO YA FIGHT FIRST — OBVIOUSLY ME, GORK, I'M DA BRUTALLEST AN' CUNNIN'EST!"
*DON——! *
"PFFT! DA BRUTALLEST AN' CUNNIN'EST IS MORK!" Mork, enraged, threw a sudden punch that sent Gork seeing golden stars.
This absurd scene inexplicably eased the tension of the XI Legion soldiers aboard the Typhon, who had initially been on edge. They were witnessing, for the first time, the incarnation of Warp gods... yet these two behemoths didn't seem quite as terrifying and dreadful as one might imagine?
*BOOM——! *
The punched Gork was utterly furious. His reflexive response was a bear hug capable of shattering mountains. The two Ork gods once again tumbled into a tangled brawl, and the pure WAAAGH! energy from their clash swept through the Warp like a tempest. Frenzied psychic lightning erupted from their struggle, overwhelming the Void Shields of the Typhonand its escort frigates; the hull armour groaned under the oppressive acoustic pressure.
"ENOUGH!"
Nyx's cry was like a blade, lacerating the storm. He had planned to quietly retreat to the bridge and initiate a jump while the two gods fought — but he hadn't anticipated that mere battle‑spill would nearly annihilate his Legion's assets. If this continued, the XI Legion would likely become the first unfortunate force to lose a Queen‑class battleship in the Warp due to spectating a divine bout.
"You two are bickering over a fight that hasn't even started yet." Nyx's tone was openly derisive. "Bickering and squabbling — what kind of gods act like this?!"
"WOT DID YOU SAY?! GOLDEN BOY, HOW DARE YOU CALL ME AN' MY BROTHER (GORK/MORK) —?!" Both gods halted simultaneously, their four blazing eyes fixed upon Nyx.
"Is it not true?" Nyx raised his chin; his power armour rippled with bright golden arcs under the torrent of WAAAGH! energy. "If you want to fight — then fight. Why all the chatter? Since you can't decide the order —"
He raised his hand and pointed, one after the other, at the two colossal gods.
"Then I'll fight you both. At the same time."
In an instant, the entire Ork Divine Realm was submerged in deathly silence.
Immediately thereafter, an unprecedented, almost solid WAAAGH!! energy eruption exploded forth — this was ecstasy and shock unseen for millennia: a being who dared to challenge both Gork and Mork simultaneously! Even with their power suppressed to the same level, this audacity alone was enough to earn the most instinctive admiration of every greenskin.
*DIS GOLDEN BOY... 'E'Z PROPA 'ARD! 'E'Z WORTHY! 'E AIN'T NO LESS DAN GORK AN' MORK! *
The souls of countless Ork Boyz within the Divine Realm began to seethe and roar, cheering for Nyx. In this moment, in their eyes, this golden figure was already a 'Jin‑ba' existence — equal to their own gods — deserving of full applause.
*Whoa... The energy... it's pouring in endlessly! *
Nyx clearly felt the WAAAGH! energy field — originally exclusive to greenskins — coiling around and merging with him. This was the most primal recognition: his battle‑lust had become part of this feast.
"GOLDEN BOY!" Gork and Mork grinned simultaneously, their smiles grotesque yet pure. "CUM TO OUR WRESTLIN' ARENA — PROPA SCRAP!"
The two gods parted to either side. Their colossal hands abruptly reached into the void — and they physically tore forth a gargantuan 'ring', its boundaries shimmering with blinding light and distorted Warp energies. This was the incarnation of pure martial will. It had only one rule:
Fight with everything you have.
"Father! You can't —" Arthas's urgent transmission crackled through the channel.
"It's fine." Nyx cut him off, his gaze never leaving the seething Divine Realm. "Trust me."
His voice was calm as stone. It echoed through every son's comm‑channel.
The next instant —
Nyx spread the wings upon his back. A pure white torrent of light pierced the raging Warp storm, transforming into a meteor — and plunged directly into the gods' arena, born for battle alone.