When Bonecrusher's godlike flagship, The Biggest, Unbeatable One, used its outrageously powerful forward main gun to blast the Tyranid mothership attempting to unleash a psychic storm into cosmic dust, along with the hundreds of escort ships surrounding it, the tug-of-war in the void came to an end.
The hive mind decisively abandoned the pointless fleet engagement. Like an enormous beehive that had been punctured, its vast fleet of Bio-ships began pouring billions upon billions of landing spores onto the green planet that was already braced for battle, unleashing them like a plague.
"They're coming!!"
In an observation post on the first defensive line, an Ork Boy excitedly watched the countless black specks pelting down from the sky like hail through his monocular telescope, then let out a roar loud enough to blow the roof off the entire bunker.
His roar was like a spark dropped into a powder keg.
"WAAAGH!!!"
Along the first defensive line, which stretched for hundreds of miles, every Ork poked his head out of his trench or bunker. They brandished their weapons and answered the death descending from the sky with the loudest, most frenzied roars of their lives.
In their eyes, this was not the apocalypse. It was the signal that the party had begun.
"All you Shoota Boyz! Aim up and fire!" Liu Zhipeng's voice echoed through every corner of the battlefield from countless enormous loudspeakers. "Riddle those damned pods with holes before they hit the ground!"
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Millions of antiaircraft guns, rocket launchers, and Shootas of every caliber spat furious tongues of flame into the sky at once. An impenetrable steel barrage of tracer rounds instantly blanketed the heavens.
Countless landing spores were blasted apart in midair by the savage hail of bullets, bursting into brilliant fireworks laced with green