The despair on their faces was instantly replaced by wild joy and hope.
They leaned over the battlements, staring fixedly at the Drop Pods that had slammed into the ground.
Bang!
The hatch of the first Drop Pod was kicked open... from within, with tremendous force.
A giant in dark green Power Armour, a dragon's head emblazoned on his pauldrons, stepped out. The Meltagun in his hands unleashed a deadly beam capable of melting anything, instantly reducing an Ork battlewagon that was about to fire on him to a puddle of molten metal.
"For Vulkan!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
More Drop Pods opened.
The Imperial Fists in yellow armour formed an unbreakable shield wall, solid as stone.
The White Scars in white armour plunged like lightning into the Orks' disordered ranks, their Chainsaw Glaives unleashing a storm of blood.
Blood Angels, Space Wolves, Iron Hands, Raven Guard...
These Angels of the Emperor, who had existed only in legend, now stood before them in living flesh.
Before these superhuman warriors, the Ork formations were as flimsy as paper, torn open again and again with effortless ease.
"Rooooar!!!"
A savage battle cry rang out from another part of the battlefield.
"Hahahaha! Chop! Chop! Chop!"
The Catachan Colonel swung his Power Fist, smashing an Ork Tinboy's head, iron helmet and all, straight into its chest.
The muscle-bound men behind him tore through the enemy like tigers among sheep. Their Heavy Bolters, Flamers, and signature machetes turned the area into a slaughterhouse of mangled flesh.
If the Space Marines' battle was "Divine Punishment," filled with sanctity and majesty...
Then the Catachans' battle was a pure carnival... of bloodshed and violence.
At the other end of the battlefield, however, the Vostroyan First Regiment's position presented an entirely different scene.
Using the wreckage of their transport aircraft