"I'm sorry... brother. I meant nothing else by it." Azrael realized his words might have hurt the feelings of his brother Chapter and began to apologize.
"There's no need. For humanity, for the Emperor, and to honor the blood of Sanguinius." Dante brought his emotions under control, his voice growing steady.
Dante and Azrael put their differences behind them, and the Blood Angels and Dark Angels joined forces against the Daemons. Some of the Fallen fought alongside them as well.
Only after Dante's explanation and persuasion did Azrael suppress his urge to attack the Fallen. Even the Primarch had pardoned their crimes; how could he defy his father's wishes?
The battle against the Daemons was grueling, but compared with what lay ahead, this was actually the easiest part.
More and more Ork warships launched from Mork's Grin. They surrounded not only the Iron Warriors' fleet, but also Abaddon's Chaos Fleet and the fleets of the Blood Angels and Dark Angels.
That still wasn't enough. Many Orks spotted the fierce fighting in Evil Dragon Forest and decided it would be a shame not to join such a furious battle. Ork Rocks carrying vast numbers of Orks were dropped like a meteor shower.
Evil Dragon Forest's harsh weather now included showers of Ork meteors.
Whether Daemons, Space Marines, renegade Space Marines, or Vashtorr's army of Daemon engines, everyone received the same treatment from the Orks. They showed no favoritism.
The massive explosions caused by the falling Ork Rocks sent mushroom clouds rising ahead and to the flank of the Space Marines' defensive line. Every nearby Daemon was killed by the blasts and sent back to the Warp.
Without waiting for the heat of impact to dissipate, the Greenskins charged out gleefully. Roaring "Waaagh!", they were as happy as children rushing into an