Location: Armageddon Primus, 1 hours before the end of the third war
The air was thick with the smell of chard steel and alien blood as the Cadian forces pressed the attack against the ork forces. Las carbines barked and snapped as round after round was discharged from their barrels, the soft, loud pumping sound of hellguns burned through the air as Kasirkin Commando's provided suppressing fire to the main infantry. Templar and Ultramarine forces engaged the ork hordes, the Ultramarine's laying waste to the orks behind make shift barricades as countless storms of bolter fire barked at the orks, killing score after score of orks while the Templars engaged them in close combat. Ork after ork fell lifeless to the ground, standing no chance against the mighty Black Templars as their chain swords chopped and ripped through the thick ork flesh and bunched muscle. Among the chaos was Donovan Williams, a 56 year old Cadian field commander who had fought in countless wars across the stars. At the head of the main force, he and his men fought with valiant courage and determination, not once relenting against the ork forces despite the horrendous casualties they already sustained.
"NO RETREAT, SUFFER NOT THE ALIEN TO LIVE" screamed Williams as he cleaved an ork nob in half with almost no effort. His blade slicing through the ork meat like it was jelly.
The orks were routing, that much was clear, but the orbital fleet had destroyed many of their ships already so they had nowhere left to run.
"FOR THE EMPEROR" Donovan screamed at the top of his lungs as he and his men lay waste to what remained of the ork forces, and within the hour, the war was finally over.