The Angels pressed their attack, savoring the benefits of ample supplies. Though they kept instinctively drawing their Warblades, whenever supporting fire drove the enemy back, they could only stand there awkwardly with their weapons half drawn.
A Lamenters Terminator was sent flying, signaling the utter defeat of the Astartes in close combat.
The warriors had no choice but to establish a firing line, and in this cavern world, they could receive no support from tanks or aircraft.
The Astartes could hardly imagine how enormous the leader of these Orks must be. Even the Boyz could withstand tremendous firepower, so what about the boss of bosses of bosses? How much firepower would it take to destroy him?
Several Boyz charged a Lamenters Terminator together. His heavy Meltagun kept spewing torrents of heat, sustained by an enlarged fuel tank, but having enough fuel did not mean the weapon could endure such prolonged high temperatures.
The instant he stopped to let the muzzle cool, the Terminator was horrified to see an enormous charred corpse appear in his Tactical Visor. Only something struck by the heat from farther away would have suffered burns like those.
The blackened corpse slammed into the Terminator, disintegrating into a cloud of black dust.
Using their comrade's corpse as a smoke grenade, the Ork Boyz reached the warrior in just a few strides. Empowered by Waaagh Energy, a coldly gleaming bone blade hacked straight at him.
Blood splashed everywhere, and the scorching air outside rushed into his armour. The Terminator suffered indescribable agony.
He had twisted aside in time, letting the enemy's blade strike his pauldron. Neither the pauldron nor the bone blade broke.
But the tremendous force hammered him into the ground, which was made of even more indestructible Necron metal.
His leg armour split apart, and the