Parade Review (Part Two)

Tyre had undergone earth-shaking changes.

In human hands, it had been an exquisite yet fragile work of craftsmanship, a palace carrying countless cultures and beauties.

But the dreadful fury of war had swept everything away, washing its once-prosperous facade clean.

From humanity's current perspective, it had become a crude beast's den filled with stinking nests and filthy camps. But from the Orks' perspective, it was being transformed into a sturdy and magnificent fortress and stronghold.

Countless Mekboy mobs loaded with reconstruction machinery worked amid the shattered streets. This had once been the domain of those so-called nobles, the very heart of Tyre. Now, it was being remade into a grand stage worthy of the Lord of the Orks.

More than a hundred thousand surviving residents of Tyre had been drafted as laborers for the construction, leveling and crushing their former homes before using the rubble to fill the ravines.

Under the Orks' efficient efforts, work that should have taken months was completed in only two weeks. When scouting formations of Harpies passed through the pungent clouds of dust hanging over Tyre, what lay before them was a sight deliberately crafted to leave all who saw it breathless.

Enormous fuel-filled pits dotted the land, their blazing flames dyeing the sky red and sending massive columns of smoke soaring upward.

A perfectly straight avenue fifty meters wide and five kilometers long ran between the fire pits, its sides lined with spires bearing countless pale skulls.

Hundreds of massive tanks, nearly obscured by the smoke, stood along both sides of the road, silently proclaiming savage glory with the roars of their engines. Even larger war fortresses flaunted their own banners.

Over a million warriors from five legions had gathered here, along with even more boys who belonged to no legion. Each unit's camp