Baal's sky had been stained with the foul colors of the hive fleet.
The roars of the orbital defense arrays had long since grown sparse. The remaining ships of the Imperial Navy were like leaves in a gale, struggling to hold on beneath the overwhelming assault of the bio-ships.
Every flash of a macro cannon, every thrust of a lance, was accompanied by several Imperial warships becoming burning wreckage.
The enormous, nauseating bodies of the Tyranid bio-ships moved like mountains, enduring the Imperial fleet's firepower as they poured deadly spore pods down upon Baal Prime like torrential rain.
On the surface, the once-sacred land had become a slaughterhouse of flesh and blood.
The crimson bulwark formed by the Blood Angels and their successors was like a reef battered repeatedly by colossal waves beneath the endless tide of Tyranids, slowly being devoured and torn apart.
A hundred thousand Space Marines? That number, once so inspiring, seemed utterly insignificant before the galaxy-devouring scale of Leviathan's main force.
Power armor shattered. Chainswords chipped. Bolters fell silent.
The warriors stood back to back amid the ruins of collapsed fortresses and atop piles of fallen comrades, making their final stand.
Every inch of ground was soaked in the blood of the faithful.
Guilliman's Emperor's Sword had long been coated in Tyranid acid blood and slime, while his Adamantium power armor was covered in deep claw marks and corrosive scars.
Like a tireless god of war, every swing of his blade cleared an entire area, yet more Tyranids filled the gaps in an instant.
Endless! He felt exhaustion and helplessness rising from the depths of his soul.
Before a tide of species-wide extermination, individual strength was ultimately nothing more than a drop in the ocean.
"Lord Regent! The left flank has collapsed! The Carcharodons... have all