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Ullanor underwent earth-shaking changes in a short span of time. The Ork world, once covered in stinking lairs and filthy camps, was reshaped into a grand stage by the terraforming machinery carried by four industrial fleets of the Adeptus Mechanicus.
Mountains were leveled and shattered, dark canyons were filled in, and rolling hills were smoothed flat.
Millions of Servitors, industrial robots, and penal laborers flattened the ground and built a smooth granite surface.
The blood and sweat they shed forged a road five hundred meters wide and five hundred kilometers long.
On both sides of the road, towering spires were hung with Ork skulls.
All around, fuel-filled fire pits burned fiercely with the Ork corpses piled up by the Luna Wolves, sending billowing black smoke straight into the sky.
Eight million soldiers of the Imperium gathered on Ullanor, countless banners snapping in the wind.
Aside from the Eternity Gate, nowhere else held such a dazzling, multicolored sea.
Tens of thousands of armored vehicles roared with engine thunder.
Hundreds of Titans strode forward with heavy steps.
Fifteen Astartes Legions answered The Emperor's summons, and one hundred and twenty thousand superhuman warriors arrived.
Upon the mirror-smooth land built of granite, the only remnant of the old terrain was the lair of the Ork warlord Urrlak Urg.
Most of the mountain had been erased, leaving behind a flat, iron-covered base to serve as the radiant stage for The Emperor and his sons.
Ten Primarchs stood on either side of The Emperor.
Horus Lupercal stood close by The Emperor's right shoulder. Beside him were his close friend Sanguinius, Fulgrim with the proud double-headed eagle engraved upon him, the hood-shrouded Mortarion, and the restless Angron.
Nimrod stood to The Emperor's left. Beside him were Lorgar Aurelian, whose achievements had