Red Comet led the charge, moving so fast that streaks of red afterimages trailed across the battlefield. Every flash of his Beam Rifle precisely detonated an Ork Battlewagon or Killa Kan a kilometer away.
White Devil advanced steadily. His enormous shield held the very front of the line, covering the infantry behind him, while his Gauss Rifle fired at an astonishing rate, picking off the Ork Warbosses attempting to charge.
Lightning and Infinite Freedom plunged into the densest concentrations of Orks. The former plowed furrows through the green tide with devastating cannon fire, while the latter whirled two Ship-Splitting Blades larger than tanks, whipping up a storm of steel and blood.
Suddenly, an immense shadow wreathed in roaring green flames plunged down from orbit. It tore straight through the planet's Deflector Shield and slammed into the sector where the four Gundams were fighting like a catastrophic meteor.
BOOOOOM!!!
The entire planet seemed to jolt under the impact. A crater more than ten kilometers across appeared in the middle of the battlefield. The shock wave hurled everything around it away-Orks and Gretchin alike, mechs and tanks alike.
As the dust cleared, a figure that made all living things tremble stood at the center of the crater.
Bonecrusher Mag Uruk Saraka.
He was even larger than the legends claimed, standing over twenty meters tall and clad in an enormous suit of Power Armour pieced together from countless trophies and the wreckage of daemon engines. His right arm was a vicious Power Claw capable of crushing a starship's hull. Green Waaagh! energy crackled wildly over his body like tangible lightning, forming a cloak of emerald flames.
He was not a creature. He was a walking catastrophe, the embodiment of Gork and Mork's wrath.
"Little runts..." Saraka's low chuckle echoed directly inside everyone's mind