The Destruction of the Ashen Claws

Natra Kirin had no other options left.

His Ashen Claws were now deeply mired in the quagmire of war on the Greenskin planet, and even the hope of retreat was growing increasingly remote.

Those damned Orks seemed endless, crawling out from every direction, even from holes in the ground.

Worse still, these Greenskin Orks were not weak grots and snotlings.

It was as if some strange force had raised the overall quality of these Greenskin Orks by an enormous margin.

Combined with the Greenskins' numerical advantage, that improvement would be fatal.

Having grown too anxious under the Librarian Chief's prophecy of destruction, Kirin could now smell the Ashen Claws' impending annihilation.

But the prophecy Zoe had spoken of was clearly meant for a far more distant future.

The Ashen Claws had paid any price to decapitate Bloodhowl Zack because they wanted to strangle the so-called green tide in its cradle.

Yet who could have imagined that they had only just received the prophecy, only just tried to interfere with the future, and had immediately tasted the bitterness of crushing defeat at the hands of the Greenskin Orks.

By Kirin's estimate, there were at least ten thousand Mega Armoured Bosses on this Greenskin planet alone.

These were not ordinary Greenskin troops. In some smaller Ork settlements, a Mega Armoured Boss would be enough to become an Ork warlord.

Even an Ashen Claw Astartes needed to expend tremendous effort to defeat a Mega Armoured Boss head-on. Those thick-skinned, tough-fleshed brutes were far from easy to kill.

And that was not counting the Deff Dreads, Killa Kans, and Greenskin Boyz numbering dozens or even hundreds of times more.

On the more distant battlefield, massive shadows like mountain ranges were drawing ever closer, their heavy footsteps approaching.

When they walked upon the land, every