Boomblasta piloted Boomblasta Mech Number Two Plus, rampaging across the battlefield. The terrain was open wasteland, ideal for Boomblasta and the decidedly finite number of Orks to launch their offensive.
There was no helping it. Not many Boyz remained, but the good news was that the Boomblasta Mech still worked, and two Weirdbosses maintained the strength of the Waaagh energy field.
Just as Boomblasta directed the Ork Boyz against the local Planetary Defence Force, two strange hooded figures appeared on the battlefield.
The shorter stranger carried a Bolt Pistol and a plasma pistol, killing Boyz with precision and elegance. The other was terrifying.
That fellow was bigger than an Ork boss. With one casual slash, he cut a boss wearing heavy kill armor in half. It was absurd.
False Sanguinius's towering figure radiated oppressive menace. Without a word, he fought at the very front.
His condition was strange, as though he were trapped in an unstable berserk state. His sweeping attacks were savage and brutal, and the Orks were soon cowed by his overwhelming strength.
Boomblasta was intimidated. The entire Ork mob began to hesitate.
Amid the battlefield's clamor, Cypher's words rang clearly inside the human soldiers' minds, stirring and inciting them.
The mortals fought valiantly, locked in a battle to the death against Boomblasta's troops.
The tide began to turn. Countless mortals countercharged the Orks as though blessed by Khorne, while the two mysterious hooded figures rushed straight toward Boomblasta's Mek, cutting through the Ork bodyguards like vegetables.
The divine weapon on Cypher's back had passed into the False Archangel's hands.
Boomblasta Mech Number Two Plus faced the might of Sanguinius head-on.
From his elevated vantage point, Boomblasta looked down at the terrifying, towering warrior. He studied his enemy with uncertainty. Ancient Ork legends seemed to contain accounts of