When Bonecrusher's godlike flagship, the The Unbeatable Giant, used its absurdly powerful main cannon to blast the Tyranid mothership attempting to unleash a psychic storm—along with hundreds of escort ships around it—into cosmic dust, the deadlock in the void was declared over.
The Hive Mind decisively abandoned the meaningless fleet battle. Its vast biofleet, like a gigantic beehive that had been pierced through, began pouring billions upon billions of landing spores down upon the green planet that had long been prepared for them.
"They're here!!"
In an observation post along the first line of defense, an Ork boy excitedly watched the dense black dots falling from the sky like hail through his monocular telescope and let out a roar powerful enough to lift the entire bunker off its foundations.
His roar was like a spark cast into a powder keg.
"WAAAGH!!!"
Across the first line of defense, stretching for hundreds of miles, every Ork poked his head out from trenches and bunkers. They waved their weapons and answered the death descending from the heavens with the loudest, most fervent roars of their lives.
In their eyes, that was not the end of the world. It was the signal that the party had begun.
"All Dakka boys! Aim at the sky and fire!" Liu Zhipeng's voice echoed through countless massive loudspeakers in every corner of the battlefield. "Turn those damn pods into sieves before they hit the ground!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Millions of anti-aircraft guns, rocket launchers, and Dakka Guns of every caliber simultaneously spat furious fire into the sky. An impenetrable steel barrage made of tracer rounds instantly blanketed the heavens.
Countless landing spores were blown apart midair by the savage hail of bullets, becoming brilliant fireworks mixed with green slime and purple flesh. Even those lucky enough to