The first wave of fighting ended in just a few minutes.
The Ork bodyguards who had once stalked the ship in heavy armor, shrugging off Choppa Gun fire and lasers as they chased down Navy Soldiers and mortal crew members, now found their roles completely reversed.
The Men of Iron's close-quarters combat was brutally bloody.
Their flashing blades often struck several times in a single second. The Orks had barely charged up to these machine bodies before four sharp blades sliced them to pieces.
Blood continually sprayed over the mechanical units' alloy bodies, then streamed down their armored shells like rivulets onto the deck.
The survivors hiding in the ship's dark corners soon witnessed these scenes.
Some were so overwhelmed by the sight that they could not help vomiting in their hiding places.
But the mechanical units leading the advance had their own mission. The sooner they cleared the Orks from the ship, the less likely these people were to die by accident.
The mechanical forces advanced rapidly.
The Orks had clearly realized how powerful these Iron Clanks were.
Steeltoof stopped worrying about the ship itself and allowed the Boyz to bring out their Big Boomas and Big Bommas.
He liked Imperial battleships, those vicious beasts with their massive hulls and huge guns that looked so waaaaagh, but he was a clever Ork.
If he kept obsessing over this ship now, the Boyz would probably all be slaughtered.
With Steeltoof personally directing them, the Orks got to work.
Copying the Imperial troops before them, the Orks piled up barricades at key intersections and began setting up powerful weapons.
Melta spray guns, Zzap Guns, and huge guns that could practically serve as cannons were positioned behind the barricades.
Thick barrels and crudely made parts emphasized the weapons' wild design, while also