For the three legions—the Space Wolves, Raven Guard, and Salamanders—to retreat safely amid such an enormous tide of Warp daemons, they had to commit enough troops to cover the main force's withdrawal.
Calling it cover was putting it mildly. In the end, it meant trading lives for time and space, sacrificing themselves to secure the main force's survival.
It should have been an incomparably brutal mission. The covering force would be surrounded by endless Warp daemons and slowly gnawed away, with no possibility of survival.
But when this certain-death mission was handed to the Greenskin Orks, the situation changed in a bizarre fashion.
These living weapons with nothing but waaagh in their heads not only did not feel that their Ork Emperor had abandoned them and fled for his own life, but instead fanatically praised Vulkan's generosity and greatness.
Vulkan had left the war to them, while he himself was going to summon more Greenskin Orks to join this great waaagh!
As long as a leader could bring them endless fighting, no Greenskin Ork would reject him.
This battlefield deep within the Eye of Terror was perhaps the most brutal slaughterhouse in the galaxy since the War in Heaven.
The Warp daemon armies united by the four Chaos Gods even outnumbered the Greenskin Orks, who were famed for their reproductive capacity.
After all, the Orks' numbers had limits, while the lifeless beings pouring from the aetheric tides were endless.
Densely packed space hulks began emerging from the depths of the Eye of Terror, and together with the Greenskin Ork warships, they nearly filled the entire battlefield.
The Orks' spacecraft, cobbled together from metal scrap, celestial debris, and warship wreckage, had only one thing in common: they were crammed with ship-mounted weapons of every caliber that looked ready to explode at