OST - (Killing joke This Tribal Antidote) edit whit music maker 16
"On the ancient temple of Antenorian forge, Angry of vengeance the forgotten nemesis come. Over plumbum gates they spread the scourge, to steal their metallic glory great slaughter is done." Constanze the Prophetess, burned as a Heretic 687.M38.
Transistors, pistons, fibers, gears and mechanisms now unknown to humanity, technology no longer unlockable. Technology lost forever, whose fruits, rare, come from huge industries that still produce their own lost machines and circuits. Those circuits have memory, those gears soul, and as a shadow of the past, a ghost, an ethereal will, the machine spirit manifests itself, in an unique symbiosis with the one, him chosen, which has the honor of move it in battle. There, in the mystery of the most unknown, lies the machine spirit of a Titan, omniscient, inscrutable, of eternal memory. And as man communicates to the machine, sometimes it's the machine that communicates to man...
++ ...incoming messag... error line 05110DS011D011F-EX87A ++
++ Error line 05110011S0011D011F-DAR5. Repeat procedure DELTA ++
++ Verbum Caelestis machine spirit subconsciousness autoplay recorded vision. COD-35sdf415e-2d55a7.0496dfgd6s. Released ++
++ Verbum Caelestis machine spirit subconsciousness message. COD-35sdf415e-2d55a7.0496dfgd6s. Closed ++
<< What the hell is going on!? Moderati, connect immediately with the Legio's Spirit on Rex Archangelus! Fuck! ...our enemy is here, in front of us. Delete immediately this fuckin' interference and ready to engage this mountain of metal shit! >> Princeps Iskander Baal, on Verbum Caelestis warlord titan
The hour of truth. Dooom-Kaboom! Dooom-Kabooom! The ork warcry fills of fury Finnich square, a fiery cauldron where piles of wreckage and bodies rest charred to the ground. Princeps Iskander Baal, from the cockpit of his warlord titan observes and coordinates his moderatii and all his crew, ready for the imminent, titanic clash. Disturbed by an unknown interference from the machine spirit of Verbum Caelestis, he regain control and takes action. The last Piombus' sentinel mars pattern engages from behind the titan, moving under its massive legs, and with a suicide attack assaults the horde of dreadnoughts and killa kans. Behind it, the multiple rockets launcher of the warlord titan again unleashes its fury, with the massive support fire of the stormtroopers. The last sentinel vanishes under an immense fireball, but the orks mechanized horde is almost annihilated, and only two killa kans and a dreadnought escape the massacre, in retreat.
<< Die! Bazstard! Diee!! >> Zorba, da stinka. Goff Warboss, commander of Kepler invasion.
The orks' cry of death stops suddenly, facing the umpteenth massacre, and the immense Great Gargant moves. Warlord Zorba screams ferocious orders while Aggro-Rolla moves against Verbum Caelestis. The impact is terrible and shakes the whole square. With a tremendous stroke of its belly, Aggro-Rolla almost knocks down the warlord titan, who stepping back throws its chainfist inside the huge Gargant's metal belly, ripping its hull and its bowels: furnaces and gears. While the chainfist sinks, the ripper fist of the Gargant whirls over the head of Verbum Caelestis, snatching a quarter of carapace from its shoulders, and wreaking havoc and failures on the entire warengine. All the Gargant's guns open fire, and the multiple rockets launcher unleashes its storm on the Gargant's chest, aiming to the ammo depot, in vain. Iskander Baal loses visual contact on its enemy, now enveloped by a glowing river of fire that overflows from the immense scorcher on the head of Aggro-Rolla. In a few terrifying minutes both giants vanish among countless explosions, wrapped in a column of smoke and flame.
By the huge column of smoke two steel giants take a step back. Verbum Caelestis, defeated, no steps back. Its essence, its structure hanging by a thread, but it's still alive. With unspeakable horror and anger, Aggro-Rolla retreats of few meters, and where it hoped to find an immense pile of scrap, still sees its enemy, yet ready for one last battle. Thousands of gretchins and snotlings run up and down to tame the huge Gargant's fires, emerged victorious but badly damaged. Another assault on Verbum Caelestis, certainly, will be fatal. For both.
Iskander Baal challenge yet Warlord Zorba, by flaring up the green of his eyes. He comes from Piombus, He come from the Legio Metalica Hells Angels Battle Group.
Angels of fire and steel.
<< General Ebersberg von Weyers to all the army of the Imperium. Procede accordingly to my plan.This city... is our!>> General Commissar Friedrich Ebersberg von Weyers, supreme commander of the reconquest of Kepler Secundus.
The XI° infantry regiment, the last of three, now without a commander in field, carries out the orders of their General, trusting in him and in the mercy and glory of their God Emperor. The regiment advances, the infantry occupy the building, ork's secondary objective, while the leman russ and hellhound tanks encircle it. A storm of guns, battlecannons and flamers hits the warbike outriders mob, who, crazed in flames, assaults the regiment in a fierce, final attempt to repel the invaders. A leman russ is destroyed, and with it all the hellhound tanks, but the laser-storm of the imperial soldiers' rifles from the top of the building is unsustainable, and only half a dozen warbikes escapes the massacre, fading in the ruins of the city.
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The mekboy Gargant opens fire, a substained fire in a desperate attempt to bring down the titan in front of it, but once again the imprecise super Lifta Droppa fails its target and triggers the inevitable retaliation.
<< March, Sons of Piombus! March for the Omnissiah, March for the Emperor. >> Princeps Werner Herzog on Conqueror Mundorum warlord titan.
Conqueror Mundorum moves forward and with a glorious march engages the entire mekboyz army. In front of it the last praetorian combat servitors. The last, glorious march to victory, and, nomen omen, to conquest.
Thunder Fury, conqueror of worlds. The mighty steps of the Titan shake the crossroads. Eyes of burning coal, warrior fury. The mekboy gargant fires against the Titan and the same try the speedstas, a vain attempt: a terrifying firefight strikes upon all the speedstas, reducing them, all seven, in few minutes into a pile of smoldering metal. The mekboy gargant, defeated, falls back and leaves the battlefield, completely defeated, with the last goff boyz in disarray. The orks supply line, their primary and secondary objectives fell in imperial hands.
From Finnich square the valkyries take off, and with a rapid advance land on Logar square, encircling and immobilizing the Soopa Stompa, now at the mercy of events.
From the sky six black trails head quickly against the three hydra flak tanks. A storm of bullets, one stuka catches fire and crashes to the ground. The storm of ork's missiles strikes without mercy, destroying all the tanks, but for the orks the reconquest of their objectives is now out of hand.
