The air was thick with smoke, and artillery fire thundered across the battlefield. The Shadowmoon Wolves of the XVI Legion, part of the Terran Imperium's Second Fleet on the Great Crusade, were still locked in fierce combat with the Orks.
The war against the Orks had been raging for nearly half a day, but there was still no sign of it letting up.
The reason was that, for some unfathomable reason, even though the Shadowmoon Wolves' landing force had already slaughtered hundreds of thousands of Orks with heavy firepower, their numbers showed no sign of dwindling. They continued to pour in from the distance toward the Shadowmoon Wolves' landing zone and positions, gathering on the outskirts to prepare for another human-wave assault.
As commander, the First Company captain Abaddon the Despoiler had no good solution.
He had just called in the fleet for support, allowing the two ships in orbit to briefly break free from the small fleet made up of the Star Sector humans' handful of ships. Risking fire from the planet's orbital defense platforms, they had boldly launched an orbital bombardment against the vast Ork army on the ground, but the results seemed less than impressive.
"..."
Now, standing atop a rise and drenched in blood, Abaddon stared intently at the endless Ork army before him. No one knew what was going through his mind.
Behind him stood a freshly rotated-in Chapter's Space Marines.
They wore power armor of various patterns and weights. Each carried a power blade or chainsword in one hand and gripped a Bolter in the other, standing in neat formation with imposing presence.
Meanwhile, the Astra Militarum and other Imperialis Militia were busy nearby, fortifying their positions and hauling ammunition as they made their final preparations for the next battle.
Whooo—
Suddenly!
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