Millions and millions more… How would we be able to defend a force so massive? Even with the Ultramarines by our side, how could we defeat a force that outnumbers us ten to one? I saw the Ultramarines leaving the room, Lucius right behind them. One by one, almost all the Guardsmen left the room at some point.

In the end only the doctors and the wounded remained in the room. That included me, and my fucked up arm. My leg twitched strangely as a mix of emotions floated around my mind; fear, passion and hatred. A dangerous mix of emotions, and probably if there was a Librarian right next to me, I would be executed right here, right now.

The doctor came towards me again; his expression was filled with a strange feeling of sadness. "They need me in the front lines…" he said, in a monochromatic voice as he sat down on the ground, right next to me "They sat they need me in the front lines, killing Orks." He took a deep breath, trying to find hope somewhere "I'm a doctor! I should stay here and help, not leave them to die…"

I couldn't express myself; anything that I said would be just random blabber. He was right; he should stay, help the wounded, and get them back into the fray. He shouldn't be thrown into the lines like an expendable resource, a medic. I don't even know how much of them we have on planet. We needed that man tending to the wounded. "Don't worry Doc, just go. Stay behind the Ultramarines and everything will be fine."

"Thanks…" he said, "But my fear isn't dying in battle. I fear for the lives of the wounded here."

I smiled, even in war; a doctor is still a doctor.

My chainsword ripped through the greenskin like he was a giant piece of paper. Pelt, meat and bones were ripped in a matter of instants, the blood spilled all over me as the two pieces of the creature fell to the ground.

My two brothers pushed a big horde of Orks back with heavy fire from their Bolters, thus giving the Guardsmen a chance to storm an Ork machinegun emplacement. The Guardsmen jumped toward the Orks with bravery, the Greenskins didn't stand a chance. One of the Guardsmen finished the Ork that was in the machinegun by quickly placing the bayonet in its stomach, ripping it apart and spilling guts at the floor.

I quickly turned around, pushing my sword through an Ork's chest, the creature made a quick shout of pain, but he was interrupted by the cold embrace of death. I pulled the sword out, and taking advantage of the momentum sliced another Ork's head off, the head flew some meters in a gruesome display. Another one of the creatures attacked me in the back with an axe, it was futile, and my armor stood the hit. I turned around, angry, and put my hands around his neck, and broke it. I broke it like it was nothing.

As I turned around to witness the progress of the fight, one of my brothers shouted me by name "Tulius! Look!" I looked at him as he pointed towards the Guardsmen that had previously overrun the machinegun emplacement. One by one, they were slowly massacred by an Ork Mech, one of the Orks terrible war machines, a heretic contraption of incredible firepowerpower. He moved through the Guardsmen like they were paper, cutting them apart with its blades, and burning their flesh with flamers.

"Where are the Leman Russes?" I shouted, heading into the direction of my brothers.

"They are cutting down the Ork supply line north of here" Gabriel spoke as he reloaded his bolter, my other brother, Nero, stood alongside him "What should we do to that thing?"

I finally joined them, picking up a heavy flamer that lied in the ground "Bring me the rocket launcher Nero, Gabriel go pick up the Guardsmen we left in the trenches near the weapons depot, take them through the underground tunnels to help the squad with the Leman Russes, we need them, fast. I'll stay here and hold those trenches until you two come back."

They confirmed with a quick headshake and quickly ran to fulfil their tasks. I jumped inside the trenches just as a group of Orks came running. I smirked and pushed the trigger of the flamer, a burning hatred came out of the gun, killing all the Orks that were coming towards me in a quick second, the only thing that they left behind was the smell of ashes.

Another group surprised me with a quick attack by the left, one of the lunged at me with his axe. I was able to deflect the attack with the flamer, but the impact slipped the gun out of my hands. I reached for the chainsword just in time to deflect another attack, the Ork didn't withstand the impact, and thus his defenses were flawed. I made a quick movement and tore his arm apart with the sword, as he shouted in pain I connect my shoulder pad with his jaw in a quick strike, the creature fell to the ground, screaming.

The other ones arrived shortly after, but to no avail. I quickly dispatched the first one by cutting his head off with my sword. The other started an attack, but I held his hand, broke it, threw him in the ground, and then stomped his head. As I exploded the creatures head in a blood fest I lunged toward the last one, ripping his chest in two with my sword.

I saw them with the corner of my eyes, two Ork Shooters were taking position to shoot me in the back. I holstered my sword and quickly picked my Bolter, it wasn't fast enough tough, because one of them managed to place a few shoots on me, but I soon reached cover. The dumb creatures tried to suppress me with their weapons, but they ended up without a single bullet in their chambers. I rose from cover, and with quick shoots I dispatched of the creatures.

But then I heard it… That monstrosity was coming right towards me. With its spinning blades, and heavy flamers… I was doomed, but I'm a Space Marine – we are made to win even the hardest of fights.

Me and the Doctor finally arrived at the nearby trenches, a good quantity of Guardsmen stayed there, holding the line from attackers. In case they fell, the Orks would have access to the tunnels, and thus, an easy attack to the heart of the city would be possible.

We arrived at the first checkpoint; another makeshift listening post was made. Lesser than the other, but sill remarkable for the resources we had. Five soldiers stood there, holding their guns and aware of every heartbeat. Lucius was one of them. He quickly spotted me and the medic, granting us.

"Thank the emperor you are here doc." He then looked at me, with a smile on his face "You too boy, it's good to see you are still in the fight with us." It wasn't completely true, my arm still hurt like hell, but I was ready to fight, and we needed every man we could have. "Okay, you two should join the group who is going into the tunnels; you'll be safer there with the Ultramarine."

Me and the doctor agreed, but I was kind of worried. I didn't want to work with the Space Marines, but these were my orders, and I wouldn't disobey them.