The final lesson before graduation was taught to them personally by Lady Oedmeir.
Though it was merely a prerecorded video, it was enough to send the trainees into a frenzy.
"Do not forget your original intentions. Do not become the kind of people you despise most. If one day you rely on your abilities and authority to become damned masters, I will come to your door and clean house myself."
"Who would have thought that an orphan who scavenged for scraps in a hole in the ground could be lucky enough to take part in such a great expedition?"
Anjeflod muttered to himself. His resolute eyes held nothing but boundless longing for the future.
"All warships, follow my command! We will wipe out these Orks and bugs completely!"
The entire fleet answered Anjeflod's command and launched an attack on the intertwined Tyranid and Ork fleets.
The planet's orbit had once been protected by a formidable cluster of void fortresses, but they had now been battered into ruins by the Tyranids and Orks.
The void fortresses occupied by the Orks had been rebuilt, their hideous metal faces aimed at the shrieking Tyranid swarm.
The void fortresses occupied by the Tyranids had been filled with Tyranid living structures, resembling hives riddled with holes that spewed out black swarms.
Living warships tangled with Ork vessels. Hive escort ships with enormous ram-bones and berserk ramships fitted with gigantic iron spikes paired off in brutal combat.
The Tyranids rammed enemy ships to capture prey, but the Orks rammed ships because they thought it was great fun.
Tyranid tactics had given the Orks considerable inspiration. Even the massive Devourer bio-ships now had matching Ork warships.
Metal giant faces symbolizing Gork and Mork were mounted at the prow, with an enormous scrap grinder set in their throats.