Not long after, several green shadows emerged from the swamp. They were green-skinned Orks, but these were clearly more formidable, clad in tattered iron armor. With small, beady eyes, they sized up Emrys.
"The great Bonebreaka wants to see you, little shrimp. Come with us!"
Excellent, it seems the first step was a success.
Emrys nodded and, with his guards, stepped into the swamp, following the green-skinned Orks.
Soon, deep within the swamp, was a tribal-style camp cobbled together from discarded steel and other wreckage.
The air was thick like congealed engine oil, and countless thick cables, like dying giant snakes, coiled around the twisted metal structures. From broken points, dangerous electrical sparks occasionally flared.
On these dilapidated-looking buildings, crude welding marks and characteristic green-skinned graffiti were visible in many places. Underfoot, besides the muddy swamp, there was thick oil, each step sinking into it with an unpleasant, sticky sound.
Emrys' splendid robes were already soaked with oil and mud, but he still held his back straight, walking step by step under the curious, predatory, or greedy gazes of the surrounding Orks, as if he were not walking through a filthy Ork camp, but rather through a magnificent Imperial palace.
Meanwhile, his guard gripped his bolter tightly. In the bird's-eye view displayed on his visor, blood-red targets pulsed wildly, locking onto the massive green figures hidden in the shadows.
Finally, after traversing this muddy, foul-smelling camp, a massive, open-domed hall, roughly welded together from mechanical wreckage, came into their view.
Thick cables and various world Eaters power armor, chainaxes, and other items decorated this crude hall.
And their target for this trip, Bonebreaka Salaka, was seated on a "Throne" crudely welded from heavy armor plating and giant engine parts.
Its massive body almost filled the throne. A snarling metal jaw replaced its original mouth, and with every breath, it spewed scorching steam laced with sparks and a greasy, fishy smell smell, emitting a hiss like a venomous snake.
Its sole remaining eye was bloodshot, yet held an absolutely savage and cunning glint. It stared fixedly at Emrys, while the massive power claw covering its entire right arm rubbed together as if ravenously hungry, producing an unsettling sound.
Under its foot, it crushed the head of a 'Hellbeast.' This daemonic Dreadnought's head had been completely hollowed out, transformed into a trophy!
"Is that you? Little runt!"
The Bonebreaka leaned forward slightly, its murky and tyrannical eyes, like churning blood and boiling killing intent, fell upon Emrys.
"You dare to come to my territory, you've got some guts! Tell me—do I twist you into a pretzel, or do I take all the bones from your body and use them as my decorations?"
Its voice, passing through the gaps in its metal jaw, came with a teeth-grinding friction, like waves crashing against rocks, making the entire metal hall groan!
Boom!
And the massive power claw tightened abruptly, its decomposition field emitting a sharp shriek. The air seemed to explode, rushing out from between its fingers, stirring up waves of air.
But unfortunately, this pressure meant nothing to Emrys. He didn't fear even Daemon Primarchs, let alone a Warboss?
Emrys forced a smile, a unique blend of humility and calculation typical of a merchant. His gaze met the Bonebreaka's single eye, filled with destructive desire, and he bowed slightly.
"Great Bonebreaka Salaka, hurricane of the war-torn galaxy, supreme overlord of the Ork clans, your prestige, like a supernova explosion, is celebrated even in the most distant star systems."
Flattery gets you everywhere.
Even the Bonebreaka enjoyed such praise, and Emrys' choice of words, every phrase, pleased it greatly. A hint of enjoyment and pride appeared in its tyrannical eyes.
Emrys struck while the iron was hot, continuing.
"I, Merlin Emrys, a humble Rogue Trader, have brought you an opportunity that will make your name resound throughout the entire galaxy, making all beings tremble before your power—a bigger, more Waaagh, stronger, and more dominant war!"
"War?"
The Bonebreaka narrowed its eyes, revealing a cunning and ferocious glint. A low gurgle, like a rusty engine struggling to start, emanated from its throat.
Its massive body leaned slightly forward on the throne, casting a huge shadow that completely enveloped Emrys and his guards, releasing a dangerous aura. Cunning as it was, it detected a hint of conspiracy in the empty flattery.
"You have the smell of deceit on you—you are deceiving the great Bonebreaka!!!"
"No, I would not dare to deceive the great Bonebreaka. I come with sincerity; we both have common enemies!" Emrys, completely unafraid of its dangerous gaze, raised his voice even higher.
"Chaos, those daemons, are our common enemies.
Great Bonebreaka Salaka, do you not wish to crush their bones, to cut off the head of that guy who only knows how to chop, chop, chop, that bigger, redder bastard, Angron, and make it a trophy on your great path of conquest?!"
"Angron?!"
That name, of course, was still fresh in the Bonebreaka's memory. After all, not long ago, he had almost been killed by that guy. Hearing the name now, he was even more furious, roaring.
"I remember him! I'm going to smash him!"
"Of course, we are willing to help you!"
Emrys stepped forward, smiling under the Bonebreaka's enraged gaze.
"Imagine, if you could cut off his head as a trophy, I'm sure not only other Warbosses, but even the great 'Gork and Mork,' would cast their eyes upon you, and you—you would become the most powerful, most Waaagh, the War King who sweeps across the entire galaxy! Wouldn't you?"
Even the cunning Bonebreaka, after hearing these words, couldn't help but begin to fantasize.
"Exactly! Angron!" Emrys' voice suddenly rose, carrying an almost fanatical Incitement, "Think about it! A war! A war that sweeps the galaxy, sending countless daemons flying, making every world burn! A war that makes daemons fear you!"
"Crush those red big cans!"
"Cut off Angron's head!"
"Smash their warships! These broken warships are enough to expand your scrap fleet a hundredfold! Enough for you to conquer Armageddon again, to take revenge on that damn Yarrick, the black can!"
"This is a war worthy of you, great Bonebreaka Salaka! This is the ultimate WAAAGH that will make Gork and Mork take notice!"
""WAAAGH!!!"
This word was like lighting a fuse.
The surrounding Warboyz could no longer hold back. They frantically beat their chests, clanged their weapons, and let out deafening roars, making the entire hall tremble in a huge, frenzied roar!
The Bonebreaka suddenly stood up from the throne!
Its massive body, like a moving mountain of steel, cast a shadow that swallowed a large portion of the light. Its metal jaw spread into a huge, contorted arc, letting out a deafening, wild laugh. The laughter was like countless engines exploding from overload, drowning out the shouts of all the Warboyz.
"Hahahahaha! Ultimate WAAAGH!!! You're right! This war is big enough! Strong enough! Enough for us to fight to our heart's content! We green-skins, we love this stuff! Let's smash everything upside down!!!"
"Then let's form an alliance, great Bonebreaka!"
Emrys narrowed his eyes, extending an olive branch at this moment.
"I, Merlin Emrys, representing the Dark Angels, am willing to form an alliance with you. Together, we will make those festering daemons tremble, and ignite a wonderful, even greater war!!!"