2nd Primarch

It turned out that Saraka was quite talented as a great preacher. With his marketing (crossed out) and speeches, he unified the orc army in just a few weeks and solidified their faith in Dugo. Across this world, red lines forming overlapping heavy wheels appeared on the shoulders of every living orc.

As for those orcs who refused to acknowledge Gemoge and Maoge—where did they go? Naturally, they died.

Orcs are like that. If they disagree, they fight. Simple and brutal.

However, what surprised Dukel was the mark's unexpected reception. Originally intended to identify Dugo's followers and prevent friendly fire, the red symbol of overlapping heavy wheels became a revered totem. The orcs believed it to be a sign of Dugo's favor, ensuring their invincibility in battle. And remarkably, their belief made it so.

The symbol bestowed an invisible protective force field on its bearers during combat. This field functioned similarly to Dukel's mental force field but relied on entirely different principles.

The orcs enthusiastically painted the red symbol on their armor, weapons, and even their vehicles, granting the entire army a powerful defensive advantage.

From that point onward, the orc belief system evolved. Gaoge's paint enhanced attack, Maoge's paint increased speed, and Dugo's paint fortified defense. These concepts became deeply ingrained in every orc.

They became a terrifying force—a race capable of unlocking three major enhancements simply by spraying paint.

"It's truly absurd," Dukel muttered, watching this phenomenon. Even he, a Primarch, found himself marveling at the power of the ancient war technologies that had influenced the orcs.

This absurdity was cemented further when Bonebreaker united the orc legion and launched their fleet into orbit.

The orc warships resembled massive garbage heaps, cobbled together from mismatched scraps and debris. Despite their appearance, they functioned as a fleet capable of rivaling the Imperial Navy.

The Great Mechanical Sage Gris, still residing in the servitor's body, nearly had his circuits fried at the sight of the orc fleet.

"How is this possible?!" he sputtered. "How can such... such junk become a fleet?!"

The fleet departed, and the Imperial Navy followed closely behind. Their destination: the embattled Euro World.

On the Euro World battlefield, the war between the Imperium and the orcs had reached a fever pitch.

Efilar moved through the chaos like a divine scourge, the chainsword in her hands reaping countless orc lives.

She burned with the unmistakable aura of a Living Saint. Wings of spiritual fire blazed behind her, and the brilliance made her skin seem translucent, like white porcelain. Streams of psychic energy poured from her eyes, glowing like a pale mist.

Her display of power was so awe-inspiring that even the fiercest orc warriors faltered in her presence.

Meanwhile, less than fifty kilometers away, a warlord fled with his guards, frequently looking back over his shoulder.

"Damn it! What kind of monster is that bird-woman?!" he bellowed. "Where is Boss Bonebreaker? If he doesn't show up soon, we're finished!"

Despite the orcs' infamous resilience, the Imperial forces had gained a solid advantage. Yet this advantage wasn't insurmountable.

Suddenly, a technician boy cried out, "Boss Bonebreaker's fleet is here!"

Holographic displays lit up, showing the orc warships closing in on Euro World's orbit.

The warlord's despair shifted to excitement. "Tell the boys! Reinforcements are here! Waaagh!"

"WAAAGH!!!"

The green-skinned warriors roared, their morale soaring. They surged forward, charging the Imperial lines with reckless abandon.

The Imperials, however, had also noticed the arrival of the Bonebreaker fleet.

"What's happening?"

"Why is the Bonebreaker Legion here?"

"Has His Highness failed?"

"Impossible!"

"Could the Bonebreaker fleet have a new weapon?"

"Is the Primarch in danger?"

The think tanks erupted into frantic debate. Concern for Dukel's safety overshadowed the battle itself.

"Enough!" the Chief Thinker barked, silencing the room. "Prepare the Inner Fire weapon system. We will intercept the Bonebreaker fleet. If His Highness has truly fallen... we must ensure we don't survive to witness it."

A grim silence fell over the room as the strategists nodded grimly. They prepared for what could be their final act of resistance.

Just then, a voice crackled through their communication channels.

"This is Battleship 22-24-1. I'm Dukel. Do not attack the Bonebreaker fleet."

"Repeat: do not attack."

"...What?!"

The strategists were stunned. Confusion turned to elation as they realized what the message meant: His Highness was alive.

On the ground, both sides of the battlefield watched as the Bonebreaker fleet hovered in orbit. The massive orc warships loomed, their jagged hulls catching the dim light.

"Boss Bonebreaker is here! WAAAGH!"

"WAAAGH!!!"

The orcs surged with renewed vigor.

Imperial soldiers, unaware of Dukel's survival, stared in despair at the incoming tide.

Then, a black dot appeared in the sky.

Falling fast, it streaked toward the battlefield like a meteor.

Both sides hesitated. The orcs believed it was a weapon from Bonebreaker; the Imperials assumed it was part of Dukel's plan.

The entire battlefield stilled, holding its collective breath.

The black dot struck the ground, kicking up a massive cloud of dust.

Orc boys cheered as they surrounded the impact site.

"Waaagh! That must be one of Boss Bonebreaker's secret weapons!"

"What is it? Looks fun!"

The dust began to settle.

From within the haze, a towering figure emerged.

It moved with deliberate power, crushing an orc boy beneath its feet as it strode forward.

It was Dukel.

"Surprise," he said, smiling.

The Imperial soldiers cheered, relief and joy washing over them.

The orcs, however, stared in horror.

"Monster!!!"

As Dukel advanced, the waaagh force fields surrounding him swelled to unimaginable levels. The sheer magnitude of his power turned even the most hardened orc warriors into cowering wretches.

The tide of battle had turned.