"Technicians! Everyone fall back! Find cover! Now!"
Hercules's voice rang out through his external speakers, calmly cutting through the Orks' roars as he gave the Mortals behind him unmistakable orders.
At the same time, his massive frame advanced rather than retreated, moving to meet the surging green tide head-on!
"Squad! Fire at will! Kill them all!"
The instant he gave the order, the Power Sword in Hercules's hands became a whirlwind of death!
Every slash tore through the air with a piercing shriek. Wherever the blade passed, the Orks' tough green skin, crude metal armour, and fragile bones were shredded as easily as a hot knife sliced through butter!
Severed limbs, heads, and weapon fragments flew everywhere! He stood like a rock in the middle of the passage, single-handedly stopping the leading edge of the Ork charge!
"For the Word Bearers!" Frank and Perseus opened fire almost simultaneously. Their Bolters unleashed deep, relentless roars, pouring searing death into the densest concentrations of Orks. Every explosion sent several Orks tumbling.
Aram's Plasma Gun emitted its distinctive charging hum. A blazing blue ball of plasma screamed forth, instantly vaporizing a small group of tightly packed Orks along with their weapons, leaving only a horrific molten scar on the bulkhead.
The narrow passage had become a bloody slaughterhouse. The air reeked of ozone, gun smoke, and the pungent stench of evaporating green Ork blood.
The thunder of Bolts, the roars of Orks, the shrieks of Power Weapons, and the clash of metal intertwined into a symphony of destruction.
On a relatively high pipe platform behind the battlefield, the veteran Zadon was a composed reaper.
He knelt on one knee, his heavy Bolt Rifle braced steadily against the edge of the platform, a precision optical scope mounted beneath its extended barrel.
His breathing was