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forge　of　battle　had　made　his　soul　as　hard　as　ceramite。　His　mind　was　tougher　than　folded　steel。
Victory　alone　was　what　mattered；　and　today　he　would　have　it；　whatever　the　cost。　Damn　his
detractors。　They　were　blind　to　the　bigger　picture。　They　squabbled　like　children　over　body　counts　and
budgets　when　it　was　this；　life　or　death　on　the　battlefield；　that　truly　mattered。
It　was　here　the　future　would　be　decided；　here　that　he　would　meet　Ghazghkull　Mag　Uruk　Thraka
for　the　very　last　time。　The　ork　warlord　would　die　today；　or　they　both　would。　Either　way　was　fine
with　Yarrick；　so　long　as　his　life’s　work；　the　mission　that　had　made　him　a　legend　among　men；　was
complete。
Looking　left　and　right；　Yarrick　cast　his　eyes　over　the　forces　that　Segmentum　Command　had
amassed　and　placed　at　his　disposal。　Millions　of　men　and　women　stood　ready　to　do　their　duty。　Their
ranks　stretched　away　to　the　north　and　south　as　far　as　the　eye　could　see；　and　there　were　more　to　the
rear。
Yarrick　could　sense　their　determination　and　resolve。　They　were　here　to　win。　He　could　smell　it　on
the　air。　They　had　come　from　all　across　the　Imperium；　from　worlds　as　different　as　night　and　day；　but
they　were　utterly　unified　in　purpose。　They　would　turn　back　the　greenskin　threat。　They　would　protect
Holy　Terra。　They　would　safeguard　the　destiny　of　mankind　as　the　supreme　race　in　the　galaxy。
It　was　a　rousing　sight；　a　force　greater　than　he　had　ever　commanded　before。　Entire　divisions　of
tanks　and　artillery　pieces　sat　idling；　coughing　smoke　out　onto　the　breeze。　Sentinel　scouts　prowled
the　forward　lines　like　anxious　predators；　alert　to　any　signs　of　change　on　the　wind。　There　were　trucks
and　halftracks　by　the　thousand；　all　filled　with　devoted　infantrymen；　and　almost　as　many　Chimera
APCs　loaded　with　battle…hardened　storm　troopers。
Mightiest　of　all　were　the　god…like　Emperor…class　Titans　that　towered　over　everything；　arms
raised　parallel　to　the　ground；　vast　guns　ready　to　unleash　death　on　a　planet…shaking　scale。　They
looked　like　gods　of　war　cast　in　metal　and　ceramite。　Surely　no　other　creation　embodied　the　strength
of　humanity　so　absolutely。　Well；　perhaps　just　one。
From　the　railing　of　his　turret…mounted　pulpit；　Yarrick　looked　down　at　her　glacis　plate：　The
Fortress　of　Arrogance。
It　still　astounded　him　that　she　was　the　same　tank；　the　very　same　damned　tank　that　he　had　lost　on
Golgotha　all　those　years　ago。　From　her　black　armour　plates　to　her　massive　main　battle　cannon；　from
her　fine　gold　detailing　to　the　Mechanicus　shrine　that　graced　her　rear；　she　looked　exactly　as　she　had
on　the　day　he　had　first　laid　eyes　on　her。　To　him；　she　was　the　spirit　of　the　Imperial　Guard　made
manifest。
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He　had　thought　her　lost　forever　until　a　Mechanicus　transmission　received　over　two　years　ago
mentioned　her　location。　Now　he　knew　he　had　been　right　to　push　for　a　recovery　mission。　Yes；　men
had　died　to　get　her　here。　By　all　accounts；　the　blood…price　had　been　horribly　high；　but　the　effect　of
her　presence　on　Armageddon　was　far　beyond　such　a　price。　Her　spirit　charged　the　air。　Men　reached
out　to　touch　her　cold；　hard　flanks；　muttering　prayers　for　strength　and　glory。　Even　now；　he　felt　their
eyes　on　her。　She　was　as　much　a　legend　as　he　was。
A　tinny　voice　sounded　in　his　ear。　It　was　his　comms…officer　speaking　over　the　intercom。　“The
lord　generals　wish　to　inform　you　that　their　armies　are　ready　to　march；　sir。　They　await　your　order　to
advance。”
“Good；”　said　Yarrick。　He　looked　again　at　the　far　foothills。　More　and　more　orks　were　swarming
over　them；　far　more　than　he　had　ever　faced　before。　Their　ugly　machines　filled　the　air　above　with
thick　black　smoke。　Numerous　weapon　misfires　sent　rockets　screaming　into　the　air。
Yarrick　activated　the　vox…speakers　that　protruded　from　the　Baneblade’s　turret。　Then　he　raised
his　oversized　power　claw　high　above　his　head。
“All　troops…”　he　bellowed。
His　amplified　words　rolled　out　over　the　battlefield　like　thunder。
He　swung　his　power　claw　downwards　with　a　chopping　motion。
“Forward！”
Engines　roared。　Treads　turned。　Boot…heels　struck　the　ground　in　perfect　rhythm。
The　Fortress　of　Arrogance　rumbled　into　battle；　and　the　land　trembled。
For　ever　after；　men　would　remember　this　day。




　　　　　　　　　　　（The　End）


。　…　。………【gzbysh】整理