In the setting, the Imperium of Man had always been written as a half-dead giant. It might be unable to achieve victory amid the threats of xenos and Chaos, but if forced into a fight to the death, this civilization possessed the ability to drag its enemies into hell with it.
If they truly became enemies, the Necrontyr would have the God-Emperor to fear most. The weaker Aeldari would be burned to ash by the wrath of the Imperium of Man's armies. As for the T'au Empire, it would be lucky not to be shattered by the aftershocks of the war.
A concentrated force of Space Marines was not to be underestimated. Now that they had a Primarch leading them, both their strength and morale had surged.
This broad battle line was also highly favorable for the Astra Militarum. Combined tank-and-infantry battle groups stood ready in strict formation.
Amid the all-encompassing bombardment, Jaghatai led the White Scars in a surprise assault. The entire legion split into hundreds of agile forces, advancing under the cover of explosions.
The iron steeds beneath them had been replaced with hovering combat bikes equipped with anti-gravity generators. The old wheeled combat bikes were sturdy and reliable, but slightly lacking in their ability to adapt to terrain.
Wind howled past their ears, while Perturabo's precisely calculated blast points lay ahead. The White Scars did not dare blink, afraid of missing the constantly updating information streaming in.
"We're almost there." Jaghatai's voice rang in the White Scars' ears. They activated the weapons mounted on their hovering combat bikes, ready to begin slaughter the moment they leaped into the Ork lines.
Through the thick smoke and blazing flames, they saw Ork-style constructions. Massive, towering walls worked in tandem with deep, broad trenches, using the simplest methods to make