Soon, a Mekboy scurried inside, gabbling about something.
Steelclaw sneered cruelly and left his hut—the new gear had arrived.
Roar!
Outside, a few bulky Orks were dragging a six-meter-high, more than ten-meter-long Ssglo Beast.
It wore thick plating salvaged from construction gear, faint energy pulses running through cables.
If Eden were here, he'd surely exclaim: "That's the 'armored T-rex' I was picturing!"Indeed, Ork technology was uncanny.
Boom, boom—
The Ssglo Beast let out a fiery breath, incinerating a hapless Ork into a human torch, the poor wretch flailing around.
The beast quickly broke free, charging forward.
Steelclaw snorted, rushing up alone to face the huge Ssglo Beast head-on.
With one yank of his massive claw, he pulled the beast's harness, slamming its head to the ground.
Rooooar!!!
Steelclaw roared back, spraying spit everywhere. His overwhelming presence terrified the beast into submission.
It didn't dare move.
Seeing this, the surrounding Orks cheered loudly.
Steelclaw had just subdued the armored warbeast. He climbed on its back, raised his giant claw, and roared:
"War! War! War!"
In that instant, the entire Ork-occupied forest echoed with howls of excitement.
"Waaaagh—!"
It was the call to war.
Steelclaw tugged the reins, and the armored warbeast carried him out of the forest.
The Orks grabbed their weapons and followed their boss, flooding out of the woods like a green tsunami.
War had begun!
...
Aboard the Dreamweaver, Savior's Quarters
Beep, beep, beep—
A shrill alarm resounded.
Eden snapped awake. That was the call to arms—they had arrived at Kanda Star?
He pressed the bedside button.
"Savior, sir~"
Linda, the head maid, hurried in with several attendants. While helping him change into his electro-weave attire, she reported the current situation:
According to the report, the Dreamweaver had reached Kanda's upper atmosphere.
Right now, Ore City was besieged by a swarm of Orks, and things looked grim.
It was estimated that nearly a million Orks were attacking!
Hearing that, Eden frowned.
A million Orks was no joke. They possessed terrifying resilience and combat unarmored, wielding clubs, they could crush typical armored troopers.
Linda added, "But don't worry, Commander A'Rey has already led the troops into battle."
Eden nodded without further comment.
He had relinquished full command to A'Rey.
He wouldn't issue any orders during the fight, lest it disrupt that "Yarrick-style berserker" approach.
His main job was to stay in the rear and look for a chance to invade and seize control of the Orks' psychic network.
Before long, Eden was in the armory, suiting up in power armor.
This time, the armor was again something of a showpiece, hastily modified.
In simple terms, it was Ork-themed.
Thanks to internal stilts, once fully donned, Eden stood nearly four meters tall—towering, fierce, intimidating.
It had some unique exterior add-ons:
A super-bright, crimson cyclopean visor to blind opponents, and a massive claw two meters long on his left arm.
The outer layer bristled with spikes and toothy decorations.
The paint job? Primarily green, with red and yellow stripes.
It was the typical Ork "loud and proud" color scheme.