The battle rages furiously, and the entire sector of Daltan is now in flames. Where days ago high notables and Lords of the city walked on the mighty squares, proud of their city and empire, now hordes of orks rush, all destroying, all desecrating, all devastating. The lavish neighborhood is now disfigured by an unspeakable battle. Where glistened one time the yellow of the gold, now reigns the black of blackened ruins.
The ork pincer movement is running out for one last, final assault. The Soopa Stompa rapidly advances on Logar Square, trying to reach the big bridge. Its big guns open fire on the infantry perched there, but thanks to their overwatch maneuver they bear the brunt unscathed.
In the same time, the ork horde near the Imperial primary objective, near the landed drop rock, moves forward, occupying land and preventing any future imperial maneuver in their sector.
What remains of the army of Piombus, the cult mechanicus, takes the initiative before it's too late. The Sagitarii demi-century, perched on the building from which they rejected the terrible ork invasion, slaughter after slaughter in the preceding hours, opens fire at the blood axes battlefortress, destroying the only engine that would have been able to bring them to Logar square. A few minutes later, the last two Macharius super heavy tanks, damaged but still operational, march and overtake the ruins, standing at the foot of the access ramp, blocking with their massive size and firepower the only access way to the big bridge. A bold maneuver, desperate: fight to the death in that small, terrifying piece of land, already a terrifying cemetery of skitarii and orks, but not allow at the orks to conquer nor the square, nor the great bridge.
The blood axes and what remains of the bad moons move, in complete disorganization, to the last forces of the cult mechanicus. The small quadrant is an unwatchable tomb: the blackened buildings, the smoking ruins, the stacks of destroyed chimedons and ork trucks. The last few boyz now surround the macharius super heavy tanks and everything is ready for the final, decisive battle in that area.
The entire body of Princeps Iskander Baal, on Verbum Caelestis warlord titan, is shaken by constant cyber-electronic messages and encoded fluids in and out. Tubes and transistors that penetrate his body. His flesh, and his titan are one spirit, and frantically his orders come to the servitors and tech-priests that govern the immense war engine. One step, then another. The green of his eyes shining brightly of burning coal while his Chainfist is now deafening. With a slow, but relentless movement, the Chainfist sweeps away dozens of orcs and many warbikes and buggies. Sucked into the mighty whirl of sharp blades, electrocuted by magnetic discharges and electrified flashes. The evil sunz mob in front of him is trampled mercilessly. The mighty battlefortress and the boyz perched in the building open fire, knocking down a couple of void shields, but the Chainfist hits the warengine, and with the sound of broken plate is cut in two, and thrown to the side, as if it were a toy. Just over a dozen boyz escape the massacre, and abandon forever the battlefield, terrified.
DOOOM! KA-BOOOOM! DOOOM! KA-BOOOOM!
<< Thiz day iz mine! Wher' da fuck you run, coward! Come here and face me. >> Zorba, da stinka. Goff Warboss, commander of Kepler invasion.
Aggro-Rolla, the Great Gargant, become glowing, red of fury and conquest. Its dozens chimneys puff furious, while red flames light up inside its ironclad belly. The earth trembles, shaken and shaken again. An earthquake of steel and guns bursts in Finnich square, followed by a dozen of dreadnoughts and killa kans. They advance and open fire on Verbum Caelestis, that with its massive body protects the entire stormtroopers platoon and the last cult mechanicus sentinel: what remains in the imperial hopes to defend the front. The movement to scale and gain access to the square was hard, and fortunately the firestorm, which in other circumstances would have been deadly, hits the Titan vaporizing "only" all its remaining void shields.
Aeterni Patris.
<< If Athens cries, Sparta doesn't laugh. Bastard! This land will be my grave, but you will not see victory. >> Princeps Iskander Baal, on Verbum Caelestis warlord titan
Now the king is naked. His enemy in front of him. Two champions at the apex of their respective civilizations are ready to decide who will triumph today.
Victory, glory, liberation, conquest, death. In front of so many challenges, they now seem just empty words.
TURN 6. End turn. ORKS WAAAGH: 2 (blitzkrieg, break the spirit) ARMY OF THE IMPERIUM: 2 (Obj. Bridge, blitzkrieg)
