Bolters roar and chainswords scream as the battlefield welcomes the physical definition of the Imperium’s might - the Adeptus Astartes. Drop Pods smash down from orbit, unleashing squads of Space Marines, their vox-amplified war cries panicking and scattering foes. Gunships roar through the scorched skies, air-to-surface missiles slamming down zenith angles to annihilate entire battalions of enemies. Huge, imposing armoured tanks rumble ever forward, crushing the unwary and firing shot after wrathful shot into the massed hordes of heretic and alien alike. Devastators line up to launch immensely powerful batteries of heavy weapons fire in support of their brethren. When the smoke clears, the Space Marines stand victorious, and as long as one of their number draws breath the Imperium will never fall.