Stars for the good Warhammer

the other side.

Located in the eastern wilderness area of ​​the Death Forest Festival area on the Alert Star.

The sky was full of wind and sand, and under the dim and dead sky like the end of the world, a legion composed of more than a dozen knight mechas was quickly charging towards the factory in the orc garbage city. They were elite warriors from the Blade of Freedom.

Under the cover of sand and dust, the heavily armored roving knight took the lead and crashed into the orc defense line like an out-of-control truck. Behind it were fourteen steel giants of different models and a large number of knight attendants. Flooded into it from the gaps in the line.

The knights' iron feet crushed countless green-skinned creatures. While using plasma shields to resist artillery attacks, the powerful melt cannons directly tore open the wall outside the orc factory.

As the metal walls collapsed, a large number of unfinished orc mechas and weird-looking but powerful ancient giants were exposed in front of the knights.

In the past period of time, those disgusting green-skinned creatures relied on these crudely made mechas to cause a lot of trouble for the Imperial troops on the Vigil Star, and the Freedom Blades came to help the Empire solve this problem.

Amidst the roar of the death chain sword and the continuous firing of rapid-fire cannons, a large number of unfinished alien armor units, together with the orc factories built from scrap materials, were roaring in anger from the orc technical masters. Once again a useless piece of junk.

Witnessing the tall figures of the knight mechas shuttling between the alien fortress factories and sweeping away batches of green-skinned creatures, the Space Marine commanders affiliated with the Imperial Fists were silently observing the situation on the battlefield. Just then a mortal officer walked in from the door.

"Sir, the outpost we established on the high ground claimed that they have observed that more and more Orcs are currently gathering in the direction of the battlefield. The size of those greenskin clans is amazing, and they also have many artillery used to resist armor. unit."

Upon hearing this, the commander of the Imperial Fist almost immediately realized that those aggressive green-skinned creatures must have been attracted by the fighting in the garbage city. Although the knight mecha was very powerful, they were obviously not strong enough to fight against it. The green tide is coming, not to mention that these allies are now too deep.

Without any hesitation, the commander of the Imperial Fist almost immediately issued the order to retreat to the knights through the sound array channel, but then something unexpected happened.

Perhaps he was dazzled by the easy victory in front of him. He only heard the voice in the communicator roaring in a strange and hoarse tone, as if the person sitting on the other end of the communicator was not a noble knight driver, but some kind of knight. A crazy beast that cannot be tamed.

"Retreat?! Never!!"

"This is a good opportunity to annihilate the aliens in one fell swoop and regain the Dead Forest Festival! We will never give up this honorable battle! For the Emperor! We must kill all those green-skinned bastards without leaving a trace!!"

The commander of the Imperial Fists never imagined that these knights would openly disobey orders, and this situation made him furious.

"Retreat immediately! Otherwise you will be severely punished! A hasty attack will only lead to a tragic failure!"

But even though they had said this, as if they had lost their minds, the knights' front line was still advancing towards the center of the orcs' position.

However, not long after the words fell, an orc mecha hiding behind the factory building suddenly shot a harpoon with a chain, accurately hitting the leg armor of one of the cruising knights, and the huge winch immediately drove the chain Started to gather quickly.

Under the drag of this force, the knight mecha immediately lost its center of gravity. The moment it fell to the ground, its huge body also crushed several attendant mechas accompanying it.

Everything was as the commander expected, and these guys who rushed into the enemy's camp like Khorne Berserkers were in trouble.

Seeing that more and more orc troops were surrounding the knights' positions, in desperation, the Imperial Fists commander only ordered those White Scars who were wandering around the battlefield chasing the remnants of the aliens to go and fight for the quagmire. friendly forces to provide assistance.

However, the command from the headquarters had just been issued, and soon they received incredible news.

"The Dark Angels launched an attack on the White Scars' friendly forces? Is this true?"

According to Khan, who led the White Scars Commando, not long ago, when the Space Marines' quick reaction force was preparing to go to provide support to the knights, the robed Son of Leon in the team suddenly left without permission. Battle queue.

But when the white-scarred men planned to go to inquire about the purpose of these friendly forces, they were warned by these male lion scions, and several explosive bombs accurately hit the engine of the jet motorcycle driven by Khan.

After that, the Dark Angels shouted all the way to defend the glory of the inner ring, while driving their vehicles into the Volian vortex in the Dead Forest Wasteland.

It is a sandstorm area that persists all year round on the surface of the warning star. The huge sandstorm covers the area of ​​the continent and is even enough to easily sweep a Leman Russ tank into the air. No one has ever tried to get close to it in the past period of time. In this area, the current Dark Angels are an exception.

This situation made the officers present couldn't help but speculate.

What on earth are these sons of Leon doing?

Are they hiding something ulterior?

And what kind of ulterior secrets are hidden in the center of that maelstrom?

However, this is obviously not the time to think about this. Seeing that the Dark Angels' troops have taken the initiative to cut off the communication link with the Deadwood Festival Area Command, the commander of the Imperial Fists is still thinking about where to mobilize troops to rescue those who are trapped in the quagmire. The time of the knight.

An unexpected reinforcement arrived at the scene at this moment.

As several green lightning bolts pierced the clouds to the ground at this moment, the transmitted light began to flicker continuously. In the incredulous eyes of the imperial army, they could only see the destroyed factories and blazing flames as well as the orc garbage city. , now there is a living metal army of Necrons. The mechanical undead slowly walked out of the flames in neat steps, and then pointed their guns at the orc troops present.

Almost at the same time, in the headquarters located in the Dead Forest Festival area, the imperial officers present received such a message one after another.

"Let your troops evacuate immediately, these orcs are the prey of the Anatolian dynasty!"

"We will not let go of any wild beast until we rescue the princess, and any existence that hinders us will be crushed!"

Upon hearing this, the officers in the headquarters stopped what they were doing and looked at each other with expressions of confusion.

princess?

Beast?

What the hell is that guy talking about?