Under Alcato's command, the Imperial Fists' and Vostroyans' positions became an efficient, merciless fortress of steel. With their fiercest barrages, they staged a... brutally inhumane "intervention" among the feuding Ork tribes.
Elsewhere on Zelanis, however, this "cleanup" took on an entirely different character.
On the vast Wailing Plains.
Dozens of tanks and bikes, twisted into bizarre shapes by Ork modifications, fled in a frenzy. They had abandoned all formation, scattering like hornets whose nest had been smashed.
Behind them came the White Scars' mounted forces, streaking like white lightning.
"For the Khan! For Terra!"
The White Scars captain rode his cobbled-together Jetbike through the Ork convoy like an elegant knight. Every swing of his Power Blade cleanly sent an Ork driver's head flying from its neck.
The out-of-control tanks rolled and exploded, bursting into brilliant fireworks.
This was a hunt... filled with speed and exhilaration.
The quietest, and deadliest, were the Raven Guard, who had dispersed into small units and infiltrated every corner of Zelanis like phantoms.
Inside a remote cave occupied by an Ork Mekboy.
The Mekboy was frantically trying to repair a crashed Thunderhawk Gunship. It wanted to turn the human aircraft into its personal ride.
It failed to notice the deep shadows behind it... stir ever so slightly.
A black figure appeared silently behind it, as though seeping out of another dimension.
"Thk."
Before the Ork could scream, a pitch-black Power Dagger had already pierced the back of its skull.
The Raven Guard captain wiped the green blood and brain matter from his dagger, then melted back into the shadows like a ghost.
Against Horus's army, with its truly "all-star" lineup, the Ork tribes, deprived of unified command, blundered about like headless chickens.
They were divided, surrounded, hunted, toyed with...
They could not even organize a respectable