I will collect his battle banner, and remember fighting side-by-side

Years

The Alicians roared as one, beams of vengeance lancing toward the Ork warlord.

Crackle...

"Waaagh!" the beast bellowed, its roar drowning out the dense thunder of explosions.

His body shuddered. Amid a flash of ghostly green light, a pitch-black shell shot out and slammed into the Twenty-Fifth Regiment commander's Taurus.

Bang!

The vehicle blew apart into a cloud of black smoke.

Flesh and blood splashed everywhere.

"Waaagh!"

The green tide surged in, armor-plated Orks charging with howls, guns and cannons firing wildly.

The Alicians did not give an inch. Every shot they fired struck the enemy with precision.

The Ork warlord roared as he plunged into the thickest part of the enemy formation, twin saws whining as they spun, sending a spray of blood mist into the sky.

The terrifying Ork warlord slaughtered with abandon, and Alicians died in swathes.

Mourinho drew his Necromunda-pattern las-pistol and fired at the beast in fury.

Puff, puff, puff...

The beams struck the crude armor, leaving only specks of charred black.

Roar!

A chill ran through Mourinho's body. The beast's scarlet glow locked dead onto him.

It came striding toward him.

Mourinho retreated as he fired, but the distance closed mercilessly.

A trace of despair rose in Mourinho's eyes.

A blinding red light filled his vision.

Boom!

The ground shook violently.

The screeching iron saw that had been bearing down on him stopped short.

Mourinho saw the only organic thing visible on the beast—its eyes—bulging as if they were about to burst.

Stinking pus-blood dripped down.

The Ork warlord turned in fury and looked at the black-armored humie.

Veteran "Inquisitor" Howard Fender, the moment he used "Psychic Piercing" to save the Alician, sensed a thick stench and evil.

He checked the tactical interface, and his obsidian eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Alicia Airborne" regimental commander