<< Princeps Herzog, It has taken the operation Redbeard! The moment is: now! Rule the invasion! >> General Commissar Friedrich Ebersberg von Weyers, supreme commander of the reconquest of Kepler Secundus.
The orks assault and the bloody battle on the western front seem finished, the fire seems tamed, but the backfire is lurking. The strategic retreat of the HQ infantry regiment gave at the orks cockiness and hunger for conquest, but the cunning maneuver of General Commissar Friedrich Ebersberg von Weyers now shows itself in all its power. The space ship class M33 trident opens a sustained fire against the mekboy Gargant, knocking down its last power fields, thus holding in check once again the ork forces responsible for defense of their rear.
The orders of the Supreme General and his staff arrive fast, frenetic, precise: it's time to move forward, it's time to break the orks pincer. A sharp blow, straight, at the center of their objectives, and the orks army will collapse! Advance, conquer! In the name of the God Emperor and of all humanity. The expected signal, the space ship shot, and the leman russ tanks regiment falls down from the access ramp, directly between the primary and secondary ork objectives. The tanks are advancing, their battlecannons and lascannons aimed against the mekboy speedstas. A terrifying storm is unleashed upon the bizarre mekboyz tanks, a firepower that would have wiped out a column of battlewagons, but that now is only able to wipe out all the power fields of which they were protected. Yet, the invasion has begun.
The storm troopers platoon is flying on Finnich square and with a rapid advance Conqueror Mundorum moves behind the leman russ regiment. Proud of Logar square conquest, the massive titan prepares for the decisive hour.
The mekboy speedstas, terrible dragsters armed of the creative madness of the orcs return the fire. A colorful, crazy storm of beams and missiles unleash towards the leman russ, and although far, a tank is lifted from the ground by the Lifta Droppa, dragged for ten meters and dropped into a gorgeous explosion.
The few remaining big gunz reoccupy the building from which they fled, their secondary objective. The orks are frenzied, and ready to not concede anything to the bastard hummies. A crossfire that takes behind the leman russ regiment, destroying another tank.
Action, reaction, action, reaction. General Commissar Friedrich Ebersberg von Weyers had seen long. The XI° regiment, composed as the XXI°, is sent down the ramp. A rapid advance and a single target. Within moments, the building occupied by the last big gunz flares up in a terrifying fire, burnt by the imperial hellhound tanks. The secondary ork objective falls in imperial hands.
Again, the few gunwagonz survived at the holocaust of the warlord's barrage missile advance rapidly, and the last braincrusha tank detonates a terrible cannonade against the leman russ regiment; once again under fire. And once again, a destroyed tank.
The leman russ, beachhead of the imperial advance in ten minutes found themselves in the midst of the enemy fire, hit from the front and the back. The leman russ regiment, busting battering ram. Cannonball after cannonball after cannonball the regiment has held up, but when the mekboy Gargant opens fire is the end. The incredible Soopa Lifta Droppa, along with the storm of bullets of its gatling Blasta, create an absurd abyss of fire and violet thunderbolts, a glowing fireball that within moments devoures other two tanks; and for the few remaining, there is nothing more than escape from this apocalypse.
What remains of the regiment arrives on Logar square, in disarray.
On the western front, the Soopa Stompa returns to the fray, and with a march bursts through the wreckage and ruins of its Stompa mob, annihilated. Finally, massive, challenging for the last time Logar square. The final battle is at the gate.
OST - Position Music - Saviour (Massive Hybrid Action)
In the high celestial sphere, in the horrible black void, unmentionable ships fight it out, immense ghosts of fire and steel. In the cold vacuum, where tens of thousands perish in horrific explosions, where what remains of their corpses and ashes wander wild and aimless among millions of steel debris, forever. And it is among these that a rock, a rough-propelled meteorite hurtling off and at absurd speed falls toward the planet. Maybe a minute, and a shooting star crosses the sky, but it's not a star. It's an ork drop rock of "small" dimension, and shortly before landing, huge reactors and controlled explosions supervise its landing, incredible, directly on the imperial primary objective.
The immense rock now overlooks the small iron bridge, the open road for the imperial rear. Its many guns are ready, in overwatch, while its huge gates open and a Snappa mob of dreadnoughts and killa cans emerges, flailing their metal claws.
The horde of dreadnoughts and killa cans swarm furiously through the huge kult of speed, a terrifying force ready to conquer the imperial stronghold. Doom-Kaboom! Doom-Kaboom! Screams the wild horde. Doom-Kaboom! Doom-Kaboom! While they await the arrival of their prince of death. Doom-Kaboom! Doom-Kaboom! Resounds the laughter of Gork and Mork, when Aggro-Rolla, the Great Gargant advances on the access ramp.
<< Come down! Come down steel hummies! I'll crash yo' both, az I've destroyed your mastą! Ah yo don't kome down?!? Well... High my insigna, boyz... Da zquare will be ours! >> Zorba, da stinka. Goff Warboss, commander of Kepler invasion.
Alone, one of the four imperial sentinels is sent to block the Gargant's way. A suicidal action, but for a few, precious seconds can at least confuse the advance of the Massive beast. The hero's name, which is still unknown, is said to be written in the book of martyrs. He vanished, vaporized with its sentinel by an unprecedented firepower, by the ire of Gork and Mork.
Conqueror Mundorum now leads the imperial advance in the rear of the orcs, in the exact moment when the orcs themselves are trying to break the imperial rear. Both armies, crazy for victory, heedless now of all risk, disparaging death are thrown forward, to a future of death and glory. Every soul, everything is now put on the victory plate while the flames of Implacabilis Vindictae rise high in the sky.
The western front starts to fire again, while the blood axes mob and the sagitarii demi-century regroup and prepare again for battle.
Logar square is again disputed by the arrival of the Soopa Stompa, and to defend it, only an infantry regiment, on the large steel bridge.
Warlord Zorba, at the head of its army now march to Finnich square. Win or lose, now, it is a matter of minutes. Maybe seconds. Doom-Kaboom! Doom-Kaboom!
From the top of its Gargant's head Zorba dą Stinka orders at the death koptas in the rear of flying on the access ramp that lead to Finnich square, from the imperial deploy zone, right behind the Imperial HQ Regiment, while the last evil sunz warhorde mounted on battlefortress advances rapidly behind, ready to attack, now surrounded and cut off, the regiment of the Imperial Commander Sir Vincent Drees.
<< I can't go down, General Commissar Friedrich Ebersberg von Weyers. If I go the city is lost. I, and only I now can face Warlord Zorba. Dacoj... I will avenge you! >> Princeps Iskander Baal, on Verbum Caelestis warlord titan
The chainfist of Verbum Caelestis begins to spin vortically, emitting electric shocks and yellowish glows. And as a wild call in the unholy rage, a terrifying and sinister clang is heard nearby. The two beasts are already in sight each other, and also the Great Gargant put into action its ripper fist. Two steel beasts ready to shred themselves.
<< Who was the first who invented the fearsome weapons? Since that time were massacres, wars... ...opened the shortest way to the cruel death. However, the miserable are not to blame! We are the ones who use badly that He gave to protect us from the ferocious beasts. >> Albius Tibullus. 37.M-1.Holy-TERRA.
TURN 5. End turn. ORKS WAAAGH: 2 (blitzkrieg, break the spirit) ARMY OF THE IMPERIUM: 1 (Obj. Bridge)
