On the surface of Mill's planet, all was barren and ruined. A dilapidated cluster of buildings stood alone, as if recounting its former glory and the passage of time.
At this moment, a harrowing, brutal, and bloody battle was unfolding here.
"Waaaaaagh!"
A savage roar shattered the silence—the Orks' battle cry.
The sound rolled through the air like thunder, making ears ring. Then more Orks joined the cry, their passion and frenzy utterly ignited.
"Waaaaaagh!"
The roar echoed throughout the entire building complex, as if it would completely drown the ruins.
As the Orks drew nearer, the ground began to quake violently, as though unable to withstand their footsteps. Like a green tide, they surged toward the buildings with boundless strength and fury.
The Genestealers within the building complex watched the enemy tensely. They gripped their weapons tight, their eyes gleaming with determination and resolve. For the great Four-Armed Emperor, they would wipe out these monsters who dared invade the Imperium of Man.
A high-ranking Genestealer stood at the front of the formation. He calmly observed the Orks' movements before loudly issuing his orders. "Stay alert. The Orks' next attack is about to begin."
The Orks came closer, their figures gradually becoming clear. Every Ork was huge and powerfully built, clad in crude but sturdy armor. They carried all manner of sharp weapons, as well as thick firearms welded together from scrap.
Their eyes burned with bloodlust, filled with a fanatical hunger for battle.
At last, the Orks entered weapon range. The high-ranking Genestealer shouted again, "Open fire! Wipe out these green monsters!"
Before his words had even faded, the Genestealers in the building complex pulled their triggers. Gunfire erupted at once, and bullets poured down like rain toward the Orks.
The Orks did not retreat before the assault. Instead,