"That's perfect! With Orks, you don't need any kind of mobilization—just tell them there's a fight, and they're happy as children!" said Rhodes.
Zett smiled and immediately shifted into his Reionic form.
He raised the Battlenizer high, and somewhere on the planet, the Ork Superbeast warlord was instantly summoned.
Minutes later, an eighty-meter-tall, green-skinned Ork in heavy armor, wielding a massive power axe, strode over.
The Ork warlord Superbeast radiated a wild, powerful, and fierce aura.
As he approached, his form rapidly shrank, instantly becoming a five-meter-tall green-skinned Ork.
"Master! What are your orders?" The Ork warlord ignored Rhodes and knelt before the Zett.
His attitude was extremely defiant. Though engineered by Yapool, the true control lay with Zett.
He was clearly unfriendly toward Rhodes and the others.
"Mind your manners, Gromm Hell Roar. The man before you is your true creator—our great master. You must serve Lord Rhodes as loyally as you serve me," Zett said with a frown.
Gromm was a name given by Rhodes when the Ork warlord was born.
Rhodes valued this Superbeast warlord highly, and the Ork had not disappointed.
After his Superbeast transformation, he displayed terrifying potential. With just two hundred million Orks, he had already reached unimaginable strength.
If there were a billion, two billion, or even ten billion Orks, what would his limit be?
As his power grew, the Ork warlord's personality became more violent and warlike, but there was no one on the planet to satisfy his thirst for battle.
Now Zett could only control him by force with the Battlenizer.
"I serve you only because you have that thing that forces me to obey. If you didn't, I'd tear you apart right now," Gromm Hell Roar growled.
He had immense strength—far greater than his so-called master—so why should he be controlled?
The warlord's attitude was embarrassing for Zett, who had just assured Rhodes he had total control.
Zett snorted, and his Battlenizer flashed with light, forcing the warlord to his knees, clutching his head and rolling on the ground.
"Ah! Ah!"
"How dare you defy my orders!" roared Zett.
"I haven't defied you, Master! I'll obey all your orders, but I'll never bow to anyone else, no matter who they are! Even if it means death!" Gromm said in pain.
He made it clear: he could serve Zett, but never the man before him.
"I'm sorry, Master. This Ork still needs more training, but don't worry, I'll get him in line," Zett said.
"No, let me handle this myself," Rhodes interrupted with a wave, smiling as he approached Gromm.
"You're proud, I can see that. The Battlenizer forces you to listen to my subordinate's orders, but you only obey him.
As for my orders, you don't give a damn, right?" Rhodes said.
"You're right—I don't give a damn, even if you kill me," Gromm snorted.
"You're stubborn—I like that. Here's your chance.
A chance to challenge me. If you win, I'll set you free—truly free.
I'll have Zett lift your control, and you'll be a free warlord, able to WAAAGH! across the galaxy," Rhodes said.
This Ork warlord Superbeast was strong.
Even a non-Superbeast Ork warlord nearly killed the Emperor, and the Beast perished alongside Vulkan. The Superbeast warlord's power…
Only Tartarus and the Dark Giant Daram could guarantee victory against him.
Mefilas might handle him with psychic powers, but not in melee.
After his Superbeast transformation, the Ork warlord's power was terrifying—he didn't even need to obey the Ork gods anymore.
"If I beat you, you still won't set me free," Gromm sneered.
Orks weren't stupid—they were savage, cunning, brave, and treacherous warriors. If the other party cheated, there was nothing he could do.
"I never go back on my word. If you defeat me, you'll be free," Rhodes said.
"Master, that's too dangerous!" Zett exclaimed.
"No need to say more!" Rhodes replied. His body rapidly expanded, transforming into a sixty-meter-tall giant in crimson armor, wielding a black blade.
The crimson armor was the cosmic fire phoenix Baton's transformation, and the sword was the Empera Blade—now fully unsealed for Rhodes' use.
"Come on, then! WAAAGH!" Gromm roared, swinging his massive power axe at Rhodes' head.
His strike was swift and forceful, but Rhodes blocked it with the black blade, instantly slicing the power axe in two.
The Empera Blade's weapon was no ordinary blade, and the warlord's axe, forged from local materials, was no match—its size came from Superbeast power, but it was no artifact.
Seeing his weapon destroyed, Gromm roared again, a strange energy coating the axe and instantly restoring it.
"I think my weapon can match your sword," he said, swinging at Rhodes again.
This time, the axe didn't break but clashed fiercely—the axe was now enveloped in a mysterious force field.
Rhodes was stunned.
This was the Orks' most broken ability—the WAAAGH field.
If enough Orks strongly believed in something, it became real. If they thought a junk car could run, it would; if they believed purple made you invisible, painting armor purple would actually hide you; if they believed their guns had bullets, they'd never run out.
This Ork warlord could wield the power to an uncanny degree.
"Careful, Master! Gromm's special power even lets him alter reality to a degree," Zett warned.
Rhodes didn't dare underestimate him. He unleashed his powerful psychic ability, instantly immobilizing the Ork.
"I think I can break free of your psychic prison, ah!" Gromm bellowed, breaking free with a green glow and swinging at Rhodes again.
Damn—how broken was this guy?
Rhodes used teleportation, darting around the battlefield, occasionally striking Gromm's back.
Green blood splattered to the ground.
"I reckon I have terrifying regeneration!" Gromm grunted.
Sure enough, his wounds healed instantly—super-fast regeneration.
"Not bad—your powers are crazy!
Now brace yourself!" Rhodes growled, muscles bulging, red steam rising from his body.
He activated Gomora's berserk transformation and Red King's super strength.
His raw stats were even with Gromm, but in berserk and super strength modes, Rhodes outclassed him.
A single blow sent Gromm flying a thousand meters.
"I reckon my strength matches yours!" Gromm roared, bulking up even more.
Rhodes, in berserk mode, coated his sword with Baton's red flames.
The two clashed violently.
Clang! Bang!
The sounds of battle filled the air, and every Ork on the planet erupted in excitement.
"WAAAGH! WAAAGH!" countless Orks howled.
"This Ork warlord's power is incredible—can anything he imagines come true?" Mefilas asked, frowning.
"That's not quite it. He can only boost or change things to a certain extent. If Master ups the power, he can't keep up," Zett explained.
The Ork's power was strong, but not unlimited—he couldn't use it to break free of the Zett's control, for example.
"If Master is at risk of losing, we'll step in," Mefilas said.
"No need. Trust Master—he's not as weak as you think. He'll win. The Ork is already spent," Tartarus snorted.
Rhodes' stats were nearly equal to the Ork's, plus the powers of the cosmic phantom beasts, shapeshifting, psychic powers, teleportation, and barriers—he could easily crush the Ork.
Among all summoned monsters, only Tartarus could beat Rhodes; even the Dark Giant Daram might not match him.
As Tartarus predicted, after a brutal exchange, Gromm began to tire, unable to use his strange powers anymore.
"What's wrong—tired already? I'm just getting warmed up," Rhodes sneered, sheathing his sword and delivering a devastating punch.
A hundred-meter red bull's-head phantom smashed Gromm, shattering his armor and weapons, and his wounds no longer regenerated.
The WAAAGH! power was strong, but it had limits—otherwise, the Orks would have conquered the galaxy long ago.
This Ork could use the power to this extent, which amazed Rhodes.
"Roar!" Gromm bellowed, charging again, unwilling to let go of freedom.
Rhodes smirked, folded his arms, and activated Zetton's barrier.
Bang! Bang!
Gromm's fists hammered the shield, even as his hands were reduced to bloody bone, but the barrier held.
"Enough of this boring game—take this! Super Shockwave!"
Rhodes unleashed a golden-red energy blast, blowing half of Gromm's body away.
This time, the Ork warlord lay defeated, barely alive.