Kill Every Last Greenskin, Sooner or Later

Phoros immediately called Gabriel and Sentoyor for support. "Gabriel, Sentoyor, a large force of elite Greenskins has appeared on the third level. We need to surround them. Hurry!"

Only a fool would turn down reinforcements.

This was no time to fight them up close.

They would take casualties.

And none of them wanted to end up in a Dreadnought.

Gabriel answered first. "On my way!"

Sentoyor came over the comms next. "The Blood Knights are on the second level. One minute."

Phoros put away his communicator and watched the Greenskins charge.

The one wielding a huge Iron Hammer was still twenty meters away. Phoros braced his Melta Gun and ordered, "Fire!"

A barrage swept the ground.

He wanted to see whether Greenskins, famed for their tenacity, could survive a lethal storm of fire.

Gabriel jumped down from the slope and landed beside Phoros.

Sentoyor slid down after him, landing on Phoros's other side.

The three Chapter Masters stood shoulder to shoulder. Behind them, the fire teams of three Chapters lined up Melta Guns and Boltguns.

"Bury them!!!!!"

The three Chapters closed in, trapping the Greenskin bosses along a straight passage. They opened up with everything they had, pouring Melta Bombs and Bolter Rounds into them like rain.

The elite Greenskins charged into the passage and jammed together, packed in a line from front to back.

But even they could not face firepower like that. The ones at the front desperately tried to retreat.

Armor slammed against armor. Weapons clashed against weapons.

There were too many Greenskins behind them, still pushing forward. They could not spread out and had no choice but to keep charging as the ones behind shoved them onward.

Straight into the Imperium's hail of gunfire.

What a nightmare.

Even the armored elites feared the Imperial Astartes' Bolter