Having accomplished this, Cybia did not cease her actions.
As far as completing her mission went, this was still insufficient.
Thus, utilizing her psychic domination, Cybia quickly snatched two more Greenskin sentries into the deserted, shadowed corner.
Replicating her previous thod, she forced them to violently consu the Ambull-at Rations.
After waiting a few minutes, Cybia observed distinct expressions of severe, agonizing discomfort appearing on the ugly faces of the three Ork Boyz. Their rugged muscles violently contorted, and their abdons swelled massively, stretching the skin taut.
The Inquisitor finally nodded in satisfaction, telepathically manipulating them to march back toward the artillery battery.
"Wot're you doin'? Zug off, go play sowhere else."
Seeing the Ork Boyz, who should have been standing guard outside, inexplicably abandon their posts and shamble toward the battery, the kboyz imdiately dropped their tools and barked angrily.
"Don't fink dat just 'cause you beg, I'll build ya a big shoota... wait, wot's goin' on?"
A sharp-eyed kboy realized sothing was terribly wrong and cried out in alarm.
Unfortunately, it was far too late.
The three Ork Boyz suddenly halted in unison. Blood sprayed outward, and violently erupting bodily fluids geysered forth, splashing heavily across the faces of the nearby kboyz.
Thud.
The heavy, muffled sound of collapsing corpses echoed through the battery.
The kboyz stared in dumbfounded horror. Three grotesque, bizarre monsters had violently burst from the ruptured abdons of the Ork Boyz and dropped to the steel plating.
They were massive, hunched creatures with ape-like postures and entirely blue-tinted carapace skin. Elongated, lethal claws dragged along the ground, supporting their hulking fras. Their bestial faces were largely dominated by a pair of mandibles capable of unhinging widely, while wicked, alien compound eyes surveyed their surroundings with pure malice.
Wot da zog are dese fings?
Driven by pure Greenskin combat instinct, the kboyz didn't hesitate to snatch up their big shootas. The muzzles continuously spat rounds, bullets clattering violently against the monsters in a cacophony of sparks.
Naturally, this was utterly useless.
The defensive plating and sheer vitality of these absurd creatures—Ambulls—were potent enough to withstand direct hits from plasma weaponry; re stubber bullets served as little more than a deep-tissue massage.
Instead, this offensive action deeply enraged the newly birthed Ambulls.
Amidst piercing, ear-shattering screeches, the three Ambulls charged into the kboyz like unstoppable juggernauts. Their razor-sharp claws swung continuously, sending blood spraying and severed limbs flying as agonized howls erupted one after another!
"Don't panic! Watch dis! Have a taste of dis!"
A Greenskin violently hefted a massive lta bomb, aggressively charging toward the frantically slaughtering Ambulls with reckless bravado.
But before he could even cover half the distance, the Ork's eyes bulged, and his body rigidly seized. His hand violently yanked the lta bomb's arming pin, and then, under the utterly incredulous gazes of the other kboyz, he hurled the prid lta bomb directly into the adjacent stockpile of high-explosive artillery shells.
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!!!
A chain of deafening, apocalyptic explosions rocked the plaza. One heavy artillery piece after another was instantaneously reduced to twisted, burning scrap tal as absolute, blazing chaos engulfed the site.
Hidden within the nearby shadows, Cybia pulled her hood down slightly and drifted away like a phantom, drawing absolutely no attention amidst the inferno.
Her mission was not yet complete; she could not afford to rest.
There were nurous other artillery batteries distributed throughout the Hive City, and the Inquisitor needed to sabotage as many as possible.
This was rely the beginning.
The Rallying Cry
"Soldiers of the Armageddon Steel Legion, hear ! The final battle is upon us!"
Outside the Hive City.
Commissar Yarrick, clad in his immaculate, standard-issue Astra Militarum uniform, stood as unyielding as an ancient pine atop a hastily erected earthen podium. The vox-caster arrays carried his booming voice far across the desolate plains.
Below the podium, the newly re-equipped soldiers of the Armageddon Steel Legion were arrayed in massive, perfectly disciplined formations. Their bearing was stern, radiating a chilling, lethal intent.
Having fully integrated and familiarized themselves with the staggering logistical reinforcents provided by Rowan, the morale of this Imperial Guard regint had peaked at an all-ti high.
Looking at the towering Astartes ford up alongside them, looking at the mythical super-heavy tanks that were usually a once-in-a-lifeti sight, and looking at the hyper-rare wargear now distributed to every single soldier...
Even a cynical veteran like Burke was completely revitalized, locking onto a blindingly obvious reality:
In this upcoming campaign, the only thing they needed to worry about was their own individual survival; there was absolutely zero need to worry about the actual outco of the war.
Because the Imperium was absolutely guaranteed to achieve victory.
"I know that this ceaseless string of engagents has left you exhausted. But these unending battles have acted as a heavy forge-hamr, tempering our bodies and minds, honing every single one of us! And what fills with imnse pride is that, prior to this mont, in every clash with the Greenskins, we have erged victorious ti and ti again!"
"But now is not the ti to rest!"
Yarrick spoke with impassioned fervor, raising his arm high to point toward the distant Hive City looming on the horizon, clearly visible to all.
"Look upon it! That is the xenos stronghold! Those damned xenos utilized treacherous ans to steal the sacred property of humanity, claiming it as their own."
"And the rightful inhabitants of that city—our brothers and sisters who share our blood, who are fellow subjects of the God-Emperor—are being subjected to their inhumane torture and wholesale slaughter! Undoubtedly, as long as we call ourselves human, we cannot turn a blind eye to this atrocity!"
"We are the Astra Militarum! We are the Emperor's Holy Hamr! We will deliver humanity's righteous retribution upon these damned xenos!"
"Now, as you all can see, reinforcents have arrived! We shall stand united, fighting shoulder-to-shoulder with the Emperor's Angels of Death. Our strength has reached an unprecedented zenith!"
"And those Greenskins, who were already breaking before our lines, shall once again taste the bitter ash of absolute defeat!"
"My order is this: ATTACK! Attack at all costs! Attack without rcy or hesitation! Continue the assault until every single Greenskin is purged from the face of this world!"
"FOR THE EMPEROR!"
Yarrick roared at the top of his lungs, his impassioned montum igniting the soul of every soldier present.
"FOR THE EMPEROR!"
Every single soldier of the Armageddon Steel Legion bellowed in unison. The rolling wave of their war cry thundered across the plains, shaking the very earth.
Subsequently, organized under Yarrick's absolute command.
Burning with torrential fury and absolute hatred for the xenos, the soldiers mounted their armored transports. Projecting an unstoppable montum, the steel treads churned up massive clouds of dust across the plains as the apocalyptic spearhead advanced toward its objective.
At this very mont, the Greenskins deep within the Hive City were frantically attempting to restore order to their chaotic artillery batteries and hunt down the rampaging Ambulls, entirely oblivious to the apocalyptic storm of steel that was about to break upon them.
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