them； as I’m sure you can see for yourself。”
“I’ve seen eight of our tanks get crushed by the bloody thing。 Tell me again that your damned
Captain Immrich knows what he’s doing。 I want it killed right now。 We’ve already knocked out
most of their vehicles。 Let’s turn the infantry battle around and win this。 What about their air
support？”
“Dealt with； sir。 Killian moved his missile teams forward with the Tyrok Fusiliers and took them
out。 All hostile birds are down。 Is there anything else； sir？”
DeViers didn’t like Bergen’s tone。 It was dismissive。 Did he think he was leading this offensive？
If the man lived through today； deViers planned to give him one hell of a dressing down。 He had
been too easy on Gerard Bergen up to now； too eager to believe they were on the same page。
It was increasingly clear to him that they were not。
“Just tell Immrich to kill that damned monster；” he said； and shut off the link。 “Gruber； get me
Sennesdiar。 I have to speak with him immediately。”
Seconds later； the voice of the magos said； “I am listening； general。”
“Make sure you are；” said deViers。 “I want you to send that damned beacon of yours up。 Code in
our coordinates。 Get that Mechanicus lifter down here； and tell your people to load her up with
fighters； bombers； tanks… anything they can send us。 Anything at all。 We can win this fight if we
just get some kind of edge。”
“Negative；” Sennesdiar replied。
DeViers exploded。 “Negative？ What the hell do you mean by that？ Do as I say。”
“General； as I have already stated； I am not part of the Departmento Munitorum command
structure。 I alone have the authority to decide when the beacon will be released。 I will not call down
a Mechanicus craft while there is still a significant threat to its safety。 This battle is not yet won。”
“Don’t you have eyes； you fool？” said deViers。 “My men are fighting for their lives。 Now send
the damned beacon up or I’ll have you shot for obstructing an Imperial operation。”
“Eliminate the squiggoth and all static defences； general；” said Sennesdiar plainly。 “Purge any
remaining forces from the settlement up ahead。 Find the warboss。 When you have achieved these
things； the beacon shall be launched。 Not before。”
DeViers heard the tell…tale click of the vox…link being cut from the other end。
“Gruber；” he yelled； “get me Gerard Bergen again。”
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Four tanks； they were all that remained of Gossefried van Droi’s 10th Company： his own Foe…
Breaker； Wulfe’s Last Rites II； Viess’ Steelhearted II； and Lenck’s Exterminator； New Champion of
Cerbera。
Of these； only Lenck’s was firing on anything other than the giant squiggoth。 His crate’s twinlinked
heavy bolters were outstanding anti…infantry weapons； and they had helped cut a bloody path
of carnage through the ork ranks； but they were little use against something like the insane
behemoth that was chasing him。 Instead； Lenck ordered Riesmann to concentrate on keeping the
way clear with a torrent of fire。 There was no way he was getting trampled to death like those other
idiots。
Damn that stupid Immrich for ordering them back into the middle of the horde。 Not only was it
slowing them down； putting them in reach of the squiggoth’s tusks and feet； but six tanks from the
2nd； 4th and 7th Companies had been slapped with magnetic mines that blew them to tiny； spinning
pieces。 Other tanks were struggling through the press of bodies with dozens of orks on top of them；
all yanking hard at the hatches and hammering at the vision blocks with the butts of their blades。 All
the weight of those hangers…on slowed the tanks to a crawl。 As Lenck watched； the squiggoth
thundered forward； crushing one and knocking two others onto their backs。 Broken ork bodies flew
in every direction。 In the wake of the beast’s rampage； however； more orks immediately moved in
on the upturned machines。 They began trying to cut their way through belly armour with chainaxes
and blowtorches； desperate to get at the helpless men inside。
Lenck grimaced。 It wasn’t that he cared for his fellow tankers per se； but he imagined that it
might not be long until New Champion was on her back like that。 He definitely wasn’t ready to die。
Most of the dolts around him thought it was an honour to die for a so…called God…Emperor they had
never even seen； or to die for a planet that had sacrificed them to a life of war in that same。
Emperor’s name。 Not Lenck。 He still had scores to settle。 He enjoyed being Voeder Lenck far too
much to give it up on some foolish notion of honour and duty。
It wasn’t his destiny to die here。 He knew he would make it through。
Part of him hoped Wulfe would make it； too。
Wulfe watched two massive； ugly； scar…faced orks climb up onto the outside of his turret and start
hacking at it with their axes。 Futile； of course； but he knew how lucky he was that neither of them
appeared to be carrying explosives or a burner。 All he could do was tell Metzger to keep the old girl
moving and pray they wouldn’t get tagged with something nasty。
Beans was firing back at the squiggoth； but it was hard to aim with all the jouncing around。 With
armour…piercing rounds； he had managed to wound the beast twice； hitting it both times in the thick
muscles of its front right leg。
Now a third sound punched through its skin and buried deep； causing the creature to scream and
rear up on its hind legs； towering like a Titan over the battlefield。 Even the orks turned and gaped。
It was at that very moment； with the monster’s belly exposed to the tanks below； that a long
yellow muzzle flame erupted from the end of Foe…Breaker’s Vanquisher cannon。 The special highvelocity
armour…piercing shell lanced straight into the monster’s heart。
With a scream that hurt Wulfe’s ears even through his baffles； the squiggoth collapsed sideways；
tumbling heavily to the ground； crushing hundreds of orks and throwing out a great ring…shaped
cloud of dust。 The impact shook the entire crater； knocking foot soldiers on both sides from their
feet。
Wulfe’s tank was filled with cheering and whooping。 The vox erupted with similar noises。
“Hell of a shot； sir！” Wulfe voxed。 “Give old Bullseye a slap on the back from me。”
The squiggoth was not dead yet。 Few things smaller than a Titan could have killed such a beast
outright； certainly not a Vanquisher tank。 As the dust cleared； Wulfe could see the slow rise and fall
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of its belly。 It was still breathing； but it was desperately weakened and pinned to the ground by the
weight of the massive howdah on its back。
It wouldn’t be getting back to its feet。 Ever。 Its death would be long and slow。
It was too much for the orks。
Bad enough that the squiggoth had rampaged through their ranks； leaving so many of them as
little more than red smears on the battlefield； now； they saw the Cadian tanks put it out of the fight；
and their morale shattered like glass。 Those at the rear broke ranks first； fleeing back towards the
settlement； dropping heavy guns and blades on the blood…soaked sand。
The Cadian officers recognised this for exactly what it was： the shift that signalled victory。 They
rallied their troops； pressed their advantage； and surged forward。 Those orks that did not flee
suddenly found themselves facing a resurgent foe。 Without the overwhelming numbers at their back；
they were lost。 Their charred bodies fell to the sand； and the Cadians charged over them。
General deViers felt that the Emperor must surely be watching him at that moment。 His destiny
had not abandoned him。 His legacy； his immortality； was within reach。
“Forward； Cadians；” he voxed； “in the name of the Emperor。 This day is ours！”
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CHAPTER THIRTY…TWO
The Cadian artillery moved up to join the rest of the expedition force； and began pounding the ork
settlement to rusting rubble。 This was something for which the orks no longer had an answer。
Thousands died taking shelter in their pathetic corrugated huts and barracks。 Thousands more were
crushed and killed when the Basilisks turned their muzzles towards the ork foundries and levelled
them。 It was only when General deViers received an emergency vox…call from Magos Sennesdiar
that the shelling abruptly stopped。
“What the devil are you doing； sir？” asked Major General Rennkamp on the vox。 “We’ve got
them right where we want them。 Keep shelling。”
“Damn it； no！” snapped deViers。 “I want our tanks and Chimeras to move in。 Each vehicle is to
have infantry support。 I want them to sweep each street； each building； and converge on the far side。
That’s how we’re going to do this。”
“With respect； sir；” voxed Major General Killian； “that’s bloody nonsense。 The orks will have
retreated to their fallback positions。 They’ll be dug…in。 You’re sending our boys straight into a death
trap。 I agree with Aaron。 We have to pound them to nothing with the Basilisks and then send the
infantry in to mop up。 Anything else is just—”
“Enough！” snapped deViers。 “I’ve already executed one officer today。 Will I have to repeat that
action？ I will not risk destroying The Fortress of Arrogance。 We go in with tanks and troops。 We’ve
already beaten them； by Throne。 They won’t put up much more of a fight。 I want our tanks up front；
is that clear？ Bergen？”
“Clear； sir；” voxed Bergen。 There was no mistaking the tone of exhausted resignation in his
voice。 His armour had just won a great victory。 The Basilisks could have made it complete。
However； if the damned tech…priests weren’t lying for once； the most famous and sacred Baneblade
battle tank in the entire Imperium was somewhere up ahead。 It might be buried under a frak…load of
rusting junk； but the general clearly believed it was there； and not one man present would be leaving
Golgotha until it was retrieved。
From a pre…expedition total of over one hundred； only twenty…six tanks remained in the ranks of the
81st Armoured Regiment。 They moved slowly and deliberately through the twisting； junk…filled
streets of the ork camp； halting frequently to blast apart ramshackle towers and barracks buildings
from which ork rockets and stubber…fire stabbed out。 Vox…chatter was terse； betraying the Cadians’
anxiety。 No one liked moving through the narrow lanes。 The