The applause was like an avalanche, like a tsunami, sweeping across the entire Ork Divine Realm. Even Nyx himself had never imagined the day would come when he would stand face to face with the Ork gods — and fight them.
He clearly felt the WAAAGH! energy field — born from the seething battle‑lust of Orks across the universe — continuously permeating his body. At this moment, deep within every greenskin soul, this unprecedented battle was being reflected. This was a 'sacred livestream', belonging exclusively to the Ork race, destined to be witnessed by all Orks for eternity.
"GOLDEN BOY! YA READY?!" Gork's voice was like a thunderous bell. "ONE AGAINST TWO — YER CHOICE! DON'T GO CRYIN' WHEN YA LOSE!"
Though he spoke thus, he did not truly believe Nyx could defeat both brothers in simultaneous combat. This did not, however, diminish his admiration for Nyx's audacity — it only grew.
"Hmph." Nyx's fists slowly clenched; his armoured joints crackled. "Win or lose — a fight's a fight!"
"WELL SAID!!" Gork grinned, his massive jaws gaping, his sharp tusks seemingly capable of biting through stars. "DEN I'LL GO FIRST —"
"—AN' KRUMP YA TOGETHER WIV ME BROTHER!!"
Gork had indeed seized the moment of Mork's distraction to make the first move! His colossal green fist — the size of a meteor, wreathed in pure, unadulterated power — descended in a simple, brutal strike that nevertheless sealed off every possible evasion trajectory.
"GLADLY!"
Nyx did not dodge. He did not evade. At this level, shouting the 'name of your attack' would not cause an opponent to take precautions in advance — and Gork's strike possessed no weakness to exploit.
Only a true clash of force remained. He planted his stance, twisted his body, and met it head‑on —
BOOM!!
The instant their fists collided, the entire arena space erupted in a deafening explosion! What shocked every watching Ork — and even the divine Mork himself — was that the 'God‑Gork Fist', hitherto invincible, had been solidly caught by Nyx. Golden and green energies writhed, frenziedly tearing and rending each other, faintly displaying a tendency toward parity!
The fierce light in Gork's eyes blazed brighter. A near‑ecstatic battle‑lust surged through his skull. DIS FEELIN'... YEAH! DAT'S RIGHT!
"YA USELESS GIT! MOVE OVER!" Seeing this, Mork shoved aside the still‑enthralled Gork and pressed his colossal frame forward. "GOLDEN BOY! TASTE ME BROTHER MORK'S GOD‑FIST!!"
His momentum was equally tremendous; his giant fist hurtled toward Nyx's face! Yet just as the two fists were about to collide —
Mork's other hand, without warning, delivered an additional giant strike wreathed in WAAAGH! energy. Green light corkscrewed, slashing diagonally from an unexpected angle, aiming directly for Nyx's throat!
This trick was so treacherous, so cunning, that even many Ork Boyz in the audience who had been cheering for Nyx shut their eyes in terror.
CLANG——!!!
A thunderous crash of metal against metal erupted.
The anticipated scene of a severed head did not occur. A colossal great‑blade, blazing with pure white flame, had materialised at Nyx's flank — as though preordained — and met Mork's strike head‑on!
"As expected of Mork..." Nyx's voice emerged through the shower of sparks from their crossed weapons. "Cunning enough."
Mork's feint had been sudden and vicious. Had Nyx's reactions not vastly exceeded the ordinary, he would surely have been deceived. For other Primarchs, even if their consciousness could process the threat, it would be extremely difficult to arm themselves and complete a parry in that lightning‑fast interval.
But Nyx was different. He possessed a pocket dimension, accessible at any moment to retrieve his belongings. The instant the blade approached, his signature weapon was already in hand.
"GRRR... RAAAAGH!! GOLDEN BOY! YA AIN'T 'ALF BAD!!" Mork trembled with excitement. He finally understood why Gork had just worn that drunken, almost‑purple‑deviant expression — the enjoyment derived from fighting Nyx was far beyond the eternal, reciprocal bickering between the brothers.
Gork and Mork exchanged glances. Both saw the same fervour reflected in each other's eyes. After countless millennia of combat, though victories and defeats alternated, a trace of weariness had inevitably settled in their hearts.
But Nyx was different — he was an entirely new storm. A 'third pole' capable of filling their bottomless desire. In this brief exchange, the two gods had experienced a shivering pleasure far beyond anything in their past.
...OI RECKON... DIS IS GOLDEN BOY'S REAL FORM! ×2
This thought flashed simultaneously through both Ork gods' minds, followed by an even more ferocious and joyful war cry. The arena boiled over into a true feast.
"GOLDEN BOY! WE'Z GETTIN' SERIOUS NOW!"
Before Gork's roar had faded, his form had already launched forward like a cannonball. His arms were spread wide; his muscular green body was like a moving wall, charging at Nyx with howling wind. Nyx attempted to evade — but was promptly seized in a pair of iron‑like, vice‑grip arms. This was not an embrace; it was a beast's clinch, designed to instantly conclude the hunt.
"CUM TO PAPA!" Gork bellowed, channelling force into Nyx's waist and abdomen, lifting him bodily off the ground. Golden armour traced an arc through the air; Nyx struggled, but Gork's grip was utterly irrational.
At that moment, Mork had already leaped into the air. His body was colossal yet extraordinarily agile; he caught the airborne Nyx as precisely as though they had rehearsed this a thousand times. "ME TURN NOW!" Mork roared with laughter, seizing Nyx by the arms and violently twisting his waist and hips with the momentum of his descent —
CRASH!
Nyx slammed down head‑first. His skull struck the arena floor with a thunderous crack. A great crater appeared in the ring; spider‑web fissures radiated from the point of impact. Amid the dust and smoke, Mork still gripped the inverted Nyx, while Gork had already approached — the ground trembling beneath his footsteps.
The entire manoeuvre had been executed with lightning speed — a brutal, precise takedown. This was why Gork and Mork were so confident: against the coordinated assault of both brothers, a lone combatant like Nyx could only be overwhelmed.
But... was that truly the case?
His head buried deep in the arena crater, Nyx's skull cavity rang with reverberations; his vision blurred.
...These two really are ruthless!
Had he not, at the very last moment, twisted and dispersed the majority of the fall's impact, this piledriver would have been sufficient to snap his neck.
Outside the pit, Gork and Mork stood side by side. Their four bell‑sized eyes stared down at the smoke‑shrouded crater. Those capable of receiving their signature move — the 'Twin Brothers Bearhug Piledriver' — could be counted on one hand.
Every Ork Boy in the arena held their breath, tusks and fists clenched. All watched to see whether Nyx could still rise.
There was only one answer — YES!
Gravel rolled downward. A hand clad in golden armour abruptly seized the crater's edge. With a surge of strength, relying solely on arm power, he 'dragged' his upper body from the great pit. He shook his head; his vision was still blurred, but his thoughts were extraordinarily clear.
Fighting Gork and Mork simultaneously? With my current limits, I can barely lock down one of them.
But in that moment when my skull rattled and my consciousness teetered on the brink of dissolution — some barrier seemed to have been breached.
...Since 'I' alone cannot do it —
He slowly straightened up, wiped the blood from his lips, and the corners of his mouth curved upward.
Then I'll split myself in two!
"DUAL EMPEROR—"
Nyx inhaled deeply. His entire body swelled, like an oncoming tempest.
"—COME FORTH WITH ME!!"