Armageddon.
Or Ullanor, as it could also be called, had been the heart of the Ork Empire during the Great Crusade.
While the First Legion and many of the Primarchs fought an intense war against the Rangdan Xenos, Horus led the Luna Wolves into a brutal war with the Ork Empire.
Even the mighty XVI Legion could not defeat that troublesome Ork emperor. Horus had given it everything he had, yet still could not bring him down.
Only after the Emperor confirmed that the Rangdan Xenos no longer posed a threat did he come to slay the Ork emperor. The vast Ork Empire promptly collapsed.
Now, every Ork of any standing across the Milky Way was making his way to Armageddon. The planet had long since entered a state of total war, and the Steel Legion had already turned the entire world into an Iron Fortress.
As for why the Orks valued this planet so much... even the Aeldari were not entirely sure.
Armageddon's orbit was still littered with debris, including the shattered wrecks of all manner of Ork and human warships.
Amid that heap of junk sat a Gloriana-class Battleship, along with various other Battle Barges painted for camouflage.
That Gloriana-class Battleship was Russ's flagship-the Hrafnkel.
The ship was astonishingly crude, its hull covered in scars left by shellfire and sorcery. It stood in stark contrast to Guilliman's luxurious Macragge's Honour. Earlier, the Space Wolves had even mistaken it for a pirate vessel.
Aboard the flagship, the sons of Fenris gazed uneasily into the distance, their eyes occasionally straying toward the towering figure chatting with Logan.
Once everyone had sobered up, almost all of them stared at Russ in astonishment.
Old Bjorn, a living Holy Relic of the Chapter before whom even an Inquisitor would kneel and make the