Fighting Orks, We Valhallans Are Most Familiar

954.M30.

Cyclops Cluster, Mill World.

Jeremy, Chaplain of the Sixth Legion's 13th Company, stood atop the city wall with his crozius in hand, staring solemnly toward the sky.

Since the end of the Rangdan War, the Cyclops Cluster had developed vigorously under the Lord of Fate's grand plan.

One hundred worlds had been designated industrial worlds, and Mill World was one of them.

The world beneath Jeremy's feet had earned the name Mill World because of its fifteen large-scale agricultural processing complexes and thirty-one artificial food complexes.

The fruit produced on Zavarich, the agricultural world the Primarch had awarded to the Rogue Trader Lewis von Valerius, would be processed here into salads, then shipped to restaurants on worlds such as Abyss Port and Manachia.

Aside from light agricultural industry, Mill World had also developed Lasgun and Belik tank manufacturing over the past fifteen years.

This had come from Mill World's mutual-aid treaty with Valhalla, the exclusive recruiting world of the Fourth Legion, to supply the Auxilia the Primarch had named the "Valhallan Ice Warriors."

Jeremy looked up at the sky. Ugly landers pierced the dawn clouds, plunging into the atmosphere and carving streaks of fire.

Now, he was immensely grateful for that mutual-aid treaty.

The Shadow of Order under his command numbered only two hundred, far too few to withstand the oncoming beast tide.

But thirty-six regiments of "Valhallan Ice Warriors" were a mighty force.

Jeremy looked down over the anti-aircraft artillery arrays. The Fourth Artillery Regiment of the "Valhallan Ice Warriors" had taken over from the Planetary Defense Force.

They adjusted the strength and caliber of the barrels and gun mounts, setting the optimal firing arcs.

Even with Jeremy's superhuman mind running battle simulations, he could not find a single point to correct.

The ground-based defensive turrets roared, firing