Arc's Multiverse

Bosses of the WAAAGH!: Nazdreg

After that, they immediately took a break and settled down.

Afterwards, Cato and Jaune had a long conversation.

"You must sign the declaration of war, for the good of humanity. There will be lives lost."

"I know that there always lives lost. But launching our forces blindly at the enemy..."

"Brings forth unimaginable consequences, yes. But you must have the will to carry it out, as they have. Allow me to tell you the legend of one of the most powerful Warlords. Nazdreg."

They settled down to see how powerful this Nazdreg was.

The scene shows out a yellow heavily armored Ork, larger than a Meganob gorging on a barrel of fungus beer while sitting on a throne in a dinner table with his fellow Orks.

Everyone, even Tyrian, was grossed out by the looks of this Ork drinking like a thirsty beggar dumping a bucket of water on himself.

"Disgusting creature." Glynda and Raven said.

"Nazdreg was as vicious as he was cunning. Yes, he is greedy and overindulgent of his own spoils, but he has proven time and again that he could prove a dangerously cunning foe to the Imperium. Many Imperial worlds burned at his might, for his clan has been renowned for their excessive use of firepower stronger than the most powerful Baneblade ever known."

Nazdreg then shows up in an orange flash attacking a panicking Imperial garrison, guns piercing through even the thickest of Imperial steel and the hardest of Guardsman carapace armor, tearing apart Imperial Guardsmen like meat and stumps and leaving holes the size of cannonballs at several Guardsmen lying as corpses at Nazdreg's feet.

Everyone but Tyrian felt their stomachs churning at the carnage seen on screen.

"But one day, Nazdreg and his warband struck at the Abisus Sector and coerced the inhabitants with a speech that surprised them."

"Hahaha! Tell you what, humans! You work for us, you make our weapons and we will gladly pay you in return!"

"The people in the sector were shocked, this Ork talked flawlessly in Low Gothic. Very few Orks talked perfectly since the Beast."

Even the audience was stunned but decided not to say anything.

"Within a matter of moments, Nazdreg, with aid from Ghazghkull, developed technology capable of sending the most vicious greenskin right into the heat of battle without requiring traveling. This was their own version of teleportation. Crude. Imperfect. But efficient. Despite being flawed in terms of improper function and gravitational reverses, their version of teleportation worked. This was tested in the Imperial World of Piscina IV."

Then there was an army of Orks pillaging and looting Piscina, with Nazdreg picking up a helpless Guardsman and smashed him to paste on the ground.

Everyone was stunned, but Tyrian had none of it and simply enjoyed the carnage.

Neo frowned in jealousy since she assumed those green freaks had copied her Semblance.

Then, in a flash, armored men arrived, firing a hail of bolter shells right at the attacking Orks.

"Whoa... who are those big metal guys?" Mercury asked.

"They are known as the Adeptus Astartes, or commonly, the Space Marines. The name is seemingly bland, yes, but these are the most powerful soldiers of the Imperium of Man, capable in all sorts of warfare, depending on which chapter they are on."