Buzz ~

Under Ron's manipulation, the Roggo idol, representing the Greenskins and the power of 'I fink so,' expanded even further.

The cruel and cunning light in his eyes flashed violently, and the Greenskin blood and flesh remaining between his teeth were even more terrifying.

Enough to make the Greenskins tremble with fear.

The image of the deity formed by the Greenskin belief was further activated, creating fluctuations in the Warp and affecting more Greenskins who had heard the legend of Roggo.

In recent years, the Steel Teeth Greenskin Empire army dispatched by Ron has been challenging other Greenskins everywhere, with both wins and losses.

But that doesn't matter.

What matters is that he spread the legend of Greenskin Roggo on a large scale through this method, slowly forming a belief.

Those Greenskins who believe in Roggo's existence are constantly gathering and strengthening his 'I fink so' power, or the authority over Greenskins.

Now Ron is actively exerting influence in the image of Roggo.

He uses the power of the Warp to ignore time and space, transmitting this influence to all Greenskins in the galactic Warp, whether they have heard of Roggo or not.

In order to draw more power.

At the same time.

On a primitive planet in the Taiping Star Region.

A Greenskin tribe ended their afternoon nap, though they had actually planned to attack the neighboring Greenskin tribe in the morning.

But they overslept.

Fortunately, the neighboring Greenskin tribe was the same, and both sides postponed the battle to tomorrow morning.

The Greenskins woke up with a clatter and a commotion, and began to enjoy the delicious lunch prepared by the Grots.

Lunch also included some unlucky Grots themselves.

Those Greenskin Boyz, because they ate too fast, would often accidentally bite off the hands of the Grots carrying food, or swallow them whole.

After the Greenskins were full, they lay down on the ground in disarray and began a new round of rest.

But some clever Greenskins began their daily intellectual debate, the topic of which was an eternal question—who is stronger, Gork or Mork?

"Waaagh—

I know, Gork... Gork is brutal and cunning, and can fight very well!"

The red-painted Hard Boy banged his chest, with an expression that said, 'I'm right, whoever opposes me will be beaten.'

"No, you idiot, Mork is cunning and brutal, and can fight even better!"

The yellow-painted Loota Boy, holding a simple slingshot, retorted without giving in.

Both sides stared at each other fiercely, as if a fierce battle would break out at any moment.

At this time, the nearby drowsy one-eyed Greenskin Nob seemed to sense something.

He glared with his only small eye and uttered a word he had never spoken before:

"Rog... Roggo!"

???

The one-eyed Greenskin Nob's words silenced the surroundings, and the Greenskins who were arguing, fighting, and lying down all looked at him.

With a puzzled look.

"Roggo is the strongest, Roggo is fierce and cunning... and brutal!"

The description of Roggo was longer than the description of Gork and Mork, and it sounded even more powerful to the Greenskins.

But the supporters of Gork and Mork looked unconvinced, and their eyes became even more fierce.

The Hard Boy raised his hard club and waved it: "Gork... Gork is fierce and will smash your face with a club when you see him!"

"Mork is the most cunning, and will knock you on the back of the head with a club when you don't see him."

The Loota Boy showed a cunning smile, describing Mork's cunning and terror in an insidious tone.

The description of Mork made some Greenskins awe-stricken, and they took a step back and praised him, while others covered the back of their heads, fearing that Mork would suddenly appear and knock them on the head.

The supporters of Gork and Mork looked at the one-eyed Greenskin Nob with some pride.

They wanted to know what kind of fierce and cunning tricks the so-called Roggo had.

But no matter what, that Roggo could not be compared to Gork and Mork.

These Greenskins unknowingly accepted Roggo's existence and began to compare him with Gork and Mork.

From the perspective of the Greenskins' intelligence, this is also a normal phenomenon. It is difficult for them to tell when they have gained another belief.

But in the galaxy, only Roggo can do this besides Gork and Mork.

The one-eyed Greenskin Nob was stunned, trying hard to think about what kind of tricks Roggo had.

He didn't want his idol Roggo to lose to Gork and Mork, and he didn't want to lose this debate and be despised by other Greenskins.

His stuttering appearance made the supporters of Gork and Mork even more disdainful, and they laughed.

Perhaps Roggo is not worthy of appearing in the Greenskin legends.

At this time, due to the influence actively exerted by Ron.

The image of the Roggo deity expanded even further, and even the bulging muscles on his body shone.

The one-eyed Greenskin Nob's mind clearly showed the wild and brutal image of Roggo, and more stories about Roggo appeared in his memory.

"Roggo is the same!"

He couldn't help but tremble and looked at all the Greenskins: "Roggo will smash your face with a hammer when you see him, and he will knock you on the back of the head with a hammer when you don't see him..."

When the Greenskins heard this, they buzzed and became even more frightened.

Roggo is cunning, fierce, and brutal, and also has the tricks of Gork and Mork at the same time, which sounds even more mighty and powerful.

It's frightening.

For a time, the Greenskins didn't know whether to block their faces or cover the back of their heads.

When encountering Gork and Mork, there is still a possibility of defense. When encountering Gork, block your face, and when encountering Mork, cover the back of your head.

But when encountering Roggo, you will be knocked on the head no matter what you do!

The Greenskins thought carefully that Roggo was simply too scary, even scarier than Gork and Mork.

They had more awe of Roggo in their minds, providing more faith or 'I fink so' power to that being.

After that, the one-eyed Greenskin Nob said even more terrifying words: "Roggo... is brutal, and will eat all disobedient Greenskins!"

As soon as these words came out, even the supporters of Gork and Mork were a little awed by Roggo.

After all, Gork and Mork do not eat Greenskins, so they are obviously not as scary as Roggo.

Greenskins are a race of warriors, and they naturally worship the stronger, especially Roggo, who can eat them.

They dared not say bad things about Roggo, for fear that after encountering Roggo, they would be eaten alive for being disobedient.

This also leads to Roggo's supporters often having the upper hand in the debate about who is stronger, Gork, Mork, or Roggo.

Soon, a large number of Roggo supporters appeared in this Greenskin tribe, overwhelming the supporters of Gork and Mork in number and power.

Not only this Greenskin tribe, but also many other Greenskin tribes have more legends about Roggo, which have also triggered a large number of struggles and even wars.

In the Greenskin race, the belief in Gork and Mork is still deeply rooted.

The new belief like Roggo needs to go through more struggles and wars before it can be completely left in the Greenskin race and passed down.

Truly become a deity of the Greenskin faith.

...

Twilight Star Region.

The fallen Necron tomb world.

In this tomb world covered with steel wreckage and woodlands, many green traces can be seen.

That was a green disaster in the galaxy.

A Greenskin empire was born here. The Greenskins smashed all the awakened Necrons, hollowed out the entire tomb, and used this to develop a powerful technology.

Waaagh—

The Greenskin Warboss roared to the sky, summoning all the Greenskin armies.

Just a few days ago, the giant space fortress built by the Greenskin Mekboy was completed, which meant that they could fight in space.

More importantly, the Greenskin Warboss felt the call of a great being, guiding him to wage a very Waaagh war.

"Roggo!"

He roared with the entire planet of Greenskins, calling out the name of that being.

This Greenskin empire will launch a war across the star region in the name of Roggo, spreading the belief about Him to other Greenskin empires.

All Greenskins who refuse to obey Roggo will be beaten down, or even eaten!

Rumble!

A crack in the mountains on the surface of the planet revealed the hideous corner of the giant space fortress.

Under normal circumstances, such a huge space fortress needs to be built in foreign orbit, otherwise it will be difficult to get rid of the gravity of the Earth's core, and it will also cause a large amount of structural damage during takeoff.

But the Greenskins built it like this, and it was built in the belly of the mountain.

They thought it would be better to take off this way.

After the Greenskin Warboss issued the order, many Warbosses led one Greenskin army after another into the space fortress.

They will abandon this planet and enter a state of long-term war.

All the Greenskins were very excited, and nothing made them happier than a never-ending war.

Buzz ~

At this time, spatial fluctuations appeared in the sky above the tomb world.

The huge space fortress ended its voyage and crashed out of the veil between the Warp and reality.

That is the Rock, also known as the Tower of Angels.

It is the home and monastery of the Dark Angels, a super fortress built from the remaining fragments of the planet Caliban after its explosion, and its combat power is extremely amazing.

It once destroyed a powerful Eldar fleet in a war.

On the fortress terrace of the Rock.

"The Greenskin aliens seem to be making moves, prepare for orbital strikes immediately!"

Wearing a lion helmet and green armor, the Lion Prince Azrael gazed at the Necron tomb world and issued the order to attack.

He is Azrael.

Azrael is the Chapter Master of the Dark Angels, the Supreme Grand Master, and one of the most mysterious members of the Inner Circle, wielding the Sword of Secrets.

He guards the Dark Angels and the countless secrets within the fortress-monastery of The Rock.

Not long ago, the Dark Angels observed anomalies in this Necron tomb world, a burgeoning Ork empire quietly developing within this sector.

This threatened the safety of numerous Imperial worlds.

Therefore, Azrael made a decisive move, destroying a Fallen Angels base before bringing The Rock directly to this Necron tomb world.

His intention was to obliterate the Necron world and the Ork empire with a high-intensity orbital bombardment.

However, as The Rock's numerous orbital cannons warmed up, the terrain of the Necron world shifted, and a colossal Ork space fortress rose from the horizon.

Mechanical debris and Orks could be seen falling from the sky.

"What… is that?!"

Azrael and the other Inner Circle warriors' pupils constricted, their faces displaying shock.

The shape of the Ork space fortress was too bizarre, carrying a faint sense of familiarity.

It felt as though they had seen it somewhere before.

As the Ork space fortress drew closer,

the sense of familiarity deepened, for the fortress was shaped like a half-body statue, complete with large cannons resembling those of the Imperium.

Unbeknownst to them, this Ork empire was supported by Rog, and had constructed the space fortress in the image of Rog the Warboss.

This was done to wage war and spread his faith.

Boom boom boom—

The Rock's orbital weaponry failed to complete its warm-up, with only a few of the massive cannons firing, inflicting minimal damage on the Ork space fortress.

Rumble rumble ~

The Ork space fortress moved at incredible speed, skimming past The Rock before entering the warp.

It vanished from sight.

"By the Emperor, it seems we were a step too late."

Azrael received news from the bridge that the Ork space fortress was navigating randomly, making it impossible to track.

He felt a sense of regret.

Afterward, he turned to the Inner Circle warrior beside him and inquired, "How goes it? Have you found any image data on that Ork space fortress?"

The Chapter Master and Supreme Grand Master hoped to discover the true nature of that image.

The Inner Circle warrior looked up, somewhat incredulous: "My lord, the image of the Ork space fortress bears a striking resemblance to a certain figure within the Imperium."

"Who?"

Azrael frowned slightly, and then received the answer from the Inner Circle warrior – Hope, the Primarch Savior.

After a moment's contemplation, he decided to seek out Hope, the Primarch Savior.

In order to unravel this mysterious enigma.

While the Dark Angels puzzled over the Orks' strange space fortress, the Orks had already provided Rog with sufficient Waaagh! energy.

Legend said that a fusion with Gork and Mork could defeat any Chaos God.

And Rog's power was slowly approaching theirs.

—

At this moment, in the Black Throne Room.

"Faster, faster…"

Ron gazed at the two terrifying Chaos Assassins approaching, his heart pounding wildly.

He could clearly see the mutated limbs and twisted tentacles on the Chaos Assassins, as well as their unstoppable power.

These were powerful cloned bodies controlled by two Chaos Gods, who had invested unimaginable resources in their attack on the Emperor.

This made their strength even greater than that of a Primarch, and they even suppressed his psychic abilities.

Without the power of the Blessing,

he would soon be cut down by them, and they would be able to harm the Emperor's clone without hindrance, even destroying the Black Throne!

The Lord of Pleasure and the Changer of Ways, lurking behind the scenes and controlling the Chaos Assassins, also revealed expressions of excitement.

They had invested too much power for this moment.

But it was a worthwhile investment. This time, they would not only be able to destroy the Savior but also severely wound the Emperor.

Undoubtedly, it would be Chaos' greatest victory since the Horus Heresy.

Waaagh—

Just as the Chaos Assassins approached the Black Throne, a strange roar suddenly erupted from the void in this area, followed by the fleeting image of a muscular tough guy.

Waaagh! energy… had arrived!

It was the terrifying power gathered by the Orks.

In their minds, Rog was the most cunning, ferocious, and brutal being.

No one was stronger than him!

In an instant, Ron felt a massive amount of power being poured into his body, rapidly transforming it.

Pure strength, fury, and reckless cunning!

His muscles began to bulge, his gaze became sinister and bloodthirsty, and this transformation continued, his size constantly increasing.

His already damaged power armor was nearing its breaking point.

Ah!!!

Ron suddenly clenched his fists, and an unparalleled force surged forth, the shockwave spreading outwards.

Bang—

The golden power armor on his body shattered under the pressure of his muscles and the shockwave, fragments flying everywhere in a burst of electrical arcs.

Hope, the Primarch Savior… had burst his armor!

"Emperor…"

The Custodes who had arrived to provide support were dumbfounded at the sight.

What power was this?!

"Brother Ron… how did you do it?"

The White Scars Primarch, just getting up from the rubble, witnessed this astonishing scene.

He swallowed hard, in disbelief.

Even when the Emperor was alive, there was no such power that could directly burst armor, right?

Afterward, these warriors of the Imperium were even more envious when they saw the Savior Primarch's metallic, glistening muscles.

Those layered, angular muscles were the limit of what a human could achieve!

At this moment, the power armor on Ron's upper body had completely shattered, his muscles gleaming with a dazzling light, his aura incredibly imposing.

It was as if all the military force present was insignificant.

He adapted to this terrifying power, his gaze locked onto the Chaos Assassins.

At the same time, the Chaos Assassin controlled by Khorne shattered the defenses of the White Scars Primarch and the Custodes commander, crashing heavily before the Throne.

Which meant he had to deal with three Chaos Assassins above the level of a Primarch simultaneously.

This was a lineup that would make any Imperial warrior despair.

However, Ron showed no fear, even raising his hand to stop the struggling White Scars Primarch and Custodes Commander from coming forward to provide support.

Lest these two wounded warriors fall in this terrible battle.

There was no need.

Ron stood alone before the three Chaos Gods controlling the Chaos Assassins, their cloned avatars.

His heart was filled with a strange confidence: "I reckon… these guys aren't that strong, are they?!"

The burly Chaos Assassin controlled by Khorne, resembling a pile of flesh, let out a hoarse laugh. Although the power displayed by the Savior was great, it was not enough to deal with the assassins they had sent.

"Ah~ Arrogant Savior, you…"

Duang!

Before Khorne could finish speaking, the Savior's figure vanished, and the Chaos Assassin he controlled was struck in the face with a hammer.

Sending him flying.

Such a sudden attack was incomprehensible to the three Chaos Gods, who had no idea how he had done it.

This was one of Rog's abilities!

When enemies see Rog, they are easily hit in the face with a hammer.

Ron casually pulled out a hammer-like alloy component from the mechanical wreckage and slammed it into the face of the Khorne Chaos Assassin.

Knocking him away.

At this time, the other two Chaos Gods also reacted, immediately manipulating the Chaos Assassins to pounce on the Black Throne.

Their target was the Emperor. Entangling with the Savior was meaningless.

However, just as the Chaos Assassin controlled by Tzeentch bypassed the Savior, losing sight of him.

The back of his head was suddenly struck by a hammer, knocking him to the ground.

"How is this possible?!"

Tzeentch was extremely angry. The Savior's speed was too fast, and even the trajectory of fate was too cunning to grasp.

It seemed that every time he attacked, he was bound to strike the enemy from the most insidious angle.

He quickly realized:

"That is a special psychic field similar to that of the Ork Boyz, involving the power of causality!"

Ron switched targets.

He punched the pink, twisted clone body, sending it flying, and then unleashed a series of jabs in the air.

It was so wild.

Causing Slaanesh to scream repeatedly.

He could feel that fierce and powerful force through this Chaos clone body, the damage even transmitted to his own body!

However, the Savior was not satisfied, mounting the Chaos Assassin controlled by Slaanesh… and throwing punches.

He sweated profusely in the pounding, fierce and wild to the extreme.

That was the galaxy's most explosive body, without a doubt.

At this moment, within the Slaaneshi Pleasure Palace in the warp.

That infinitely gorgeous, supremely beautiful figure, every inch of its curves filled with allure, was trembling uncontrollably.