Outside the City
An emergency force, hastily assembled from the remnants of soldiers and Urg'nok civilians, rushed toward the Astra Militarum defensive lines.
"For our fallen families! For Bloodmaw!" shouted the Urg'nok warriors as they charged forward, wielding makeshift weapons.
"Hold your fire until ordered!"
A tall political commissar of the Imperium Caelestis patrolled the front lines, a bolter in one hand and a crackling power sword in the other—ready to sacrifice himself for the Emperor.
The Astra Militarum soldiers, clad in green armor, showed no fear—only grim determination. Many of them were former slaves liberated from other planets. After undergoing rigorous training, they formed a combined unit alongside veterans from the Resident Evil world. No longer fresh recruits, they had witnessed firsthand the brutal reality of the galaxy.
These former slaves, now proud soldiers of the Imperium, bore deep scars from the torment inflicted by the Urg'nok. And when they were given the chance to take up arms and strike back—they joined without hesitation.
As the Urg'nok horde charged with a chaotic mix of weapons, the political commissar let out a weary smile.
"Self-propelled artillery, Basilisks—fire full salvo! Annihilate them!"
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Explosions rocked the battlefield as massive shells rained down on the enemy. Thousands—tens of thousands—of Urg'nok were torn apart, consumed by fire and shrapnel without mercy.
Open fire!
Tens of thousands of red laser blasts streaked through the air. The Urg'nok in the front lines fell like wheat before a scythe, cut down by merciless fire.
Their crude power armor stood no chance against the laser barrage. Each beam vaporized armor and flesh alike.
The Urg'nok Offensive Crumbles
The weapons wielded by the Urg'nok warriors were still largely conventional—mostly ballistic firearms with a minority of electromagnetic rifles. Yet even these advanced arms failed to pierce the ceramite plating of the Astra Militarum's power armor.
The numerical disadvantage of the mixed Urg'nok force quickly became apparent, as they drew closer and engaged in brutal close-quarters combat.
But humanity did not falter in melee. Even if they were to fall, they would first plunge their bayonets and jagged chainblades deep into enemy flesh.
Working in seamless coordination with the frontline bayonet squads, the once-pristine blades of the Astra Militarum were soon soaked in Urg'nok blood, one by one.
Elsewhere on the battlefield, Kroeger's Iron Warriors team had breached enemy lines.
"Wherever you walk, no grass shall grow," whispered one terrified Urg'nok warrior.
A massive tank was hurled like a toy—used as a weapon to crush a squad of Urg'nok soldiers.
"Monsters! They're monsters!"
The Urg'nok commander, leading this doomed assault, had once fought in campaigns to besiege and strangle the Human Federation. Back then, humanity lacked such terrifying strength.
The Bloodmaw Empire was just a minor kingdom in those days. During the wars of decades past, their civilization could only strike at scattered human frontier worlds or raid the occasional military convoy.
"Go to hell—and repent before the Emperor!"
Kroeger, wielding a roaring chain axe, charged the command line and with a single devastating strike, split the Urg'nok commander from crown to groin.
Several Urg'nok soldiers nearby opened fire, hands trembling as their shots sparked harmlessly off his warplate. Some fell to their knees, screaming in despair.
The command post was reduced to smoldering ruin amid the cries of the dying.
It was the third command post Kroeger had personally annihilated.
Such was the mission of the Space Marines: Decapitation Strike—cut off the head, and the body dies.
The weaponry of the Bloodmaw Empire could do little more than polish the ceramite of the Astartes' power armor. Not a scratch, not a dent. Only futility.
On the frontline, the last of the Urg'nok shock troops were annihilated...