Capello, a city ravaged countless times by war, had become the name of a place rather than a city. Destroyed weapons, vehicles, and aircraft, along with bodies shot dead or blown apart, lay in a thick layer over its ruins.
The remains of Gitz, Orks, Tyranids, and humans were everywhere, as much a part of the scenery as anything else.
Kester led the elite of the Astra Militarum in a brutal meat grinder against Ghazghkull on this battlefield. They had fought this battle many times before, but this time seemed to be the last.
Iron Claw was having a blast. He felt this was exactly what war should be: fighting Tyranids at night, fighting Humies during the day, fighting around the clock.
The Boss Rack on his back was covered in trophies, too: Humies wearing peaked caps and vicious Tyranids. Iron Claw was getting a little full of himself. He felt he was strong enough to be a mighty warlord now.
An enormous Humie Titan appeared in his field of view. That thing was formidable. It had killed so many tough, good Boyz.
The Titan's gun muzzle flashed. Behind him, sparks erupted from the Ork Battle Fortress Crooked Mouth had left him, and one of its turrets was blasted clean off.
The Humies' armoured forces, tanks, and big tanks had all come out.
Excellent. Today was another very Waaagh! sort of day. Iron Claw raised his battle axe and roared at the sky.
"Waaagh!!!"
Behind him, a vast sea of Boyz raised their choppas, answering their Boss with cries of "Waaagh!"
His Rocket Pack ignited, and Iron Claw led his Nasty Boyz straight into the Astra Militarum.
The bloody battle instantly reached fever pitch.
The war was not confined to the ground. The fighting in the skies was just as