"Rumble..."
Amid deafening roars, a steel torrent of one hundred thousand Apocalypse Tanks charged toward the Ork space hulk's landing site like unbridled wild horses.
Their massive, imposing forms stood out starkly across this desolate battlefield, like moving fortresses.
At the same time, the Chaos Space Marines of the Bloodhand Warband were rapidly closing in on this Apocalypse Tank force. The distance between the two sides kept shrinking, though neither had yet discovered the other.
Beside the surging steel torrent of Apocalypse Tanks, countless Astra Militarum soldiers were running with all their strength, trying to keep pace with the tanks.
One soldier was already panting from exhaustion. As he gulped down breaths and looked at the combat robots riding atop the Apocalypse Tanks, he could not help but sigh.
"Pant, pant, pant! I'm exhausted... I really want to just park my ass on top of one of those tanks. Then I could follow them around without breaking a sweat."
Hearing this, another Astra Militarum soldier running beside him could not help but sneer.
"Hmph, keep dreaming! Do you think those damned heretics would kindly let us ride their tanks? It's already a blessing that they allow us to move with them without attacking us."
After saying that, the soldier picked up his pace, seemingly eager to get away from those dangerous heavy tanks.
The first Astra Militarum soldier looked disdainfully at his comrade's retreating back. "Can't I even think about it?"
But speeding up was futile. Human legs simply could not match a tank's speed. If the Apocalypse Tank force had not deliberately slowed down, these Astra Militarum soldiers would never have been able to keep up.
Only Astartes Space Marines, Chimera armored personnel carriers, and the mechs of House Storm Knights could barely match the Apocalypse Tanks' pace.
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