Pex rose to his feet, the light of conviction rekindling in his dull eyes.
He believed in the Four-Armed Emperor! And the God-Emperor had given him a divine command. Now he would fulfill it.
For the brothers and sisters of his church, he had to find a way to capture the spaceport. They had to hold it to leave this planet.
The spaceport had been built near the equator, north of Capello City. Capello was now a fortress city, a key stronghold in the Astra Militarum's defenses.
Taking it would be immensely difficult, but Pex felt he had to try, no matter how great the obstacles. For the Four-Armed Emperor!
A Banshee Bomber crossed the blue sky and broke through the white clouds, opening up a sweeping view.
Looking down from the aircraft, the battlefield stretched beyond sight even from the sky. Countless greenskins-Orks, Gretchin, and Squigs-were charging the human lines.
Hundreds of explosions erupted every second, their mushroom clouds devouring every life beneath them without distinction. Machine-gun fire, grenades, melta blasts, and lasgun beams crisscrossed the battle lines, some from the Orks, others from the humans.
Burning vehicles belching thick smoke lay scattered everywhere, with plenty belonging to both humans and Orks. Some battered tanks returned to the battlefield after mobs of Orks repaired them with crude tools.
Red Squigs carrying explosives seemed endless. Every so often, a pack broke into the human defenses and blew everything inside sky-high.
Besides these small Squigs, there were gigantic ones resembling enormous armored dinosaurs. Each carried a Battle Fortress on its back, packed with Orks and Gretchin firing down with its cannons and machine guns.
The Banshee dropped its bombs, precisely blasting an Ork Trukk Tank to pieces, only to take a melta beam to its wing. The pilot desperately tried to