Within the grove, hundreds, if not thousands of Chaotic Space marines of the Jade Dragon were awaiting the word, and waiting for the others to arrive. They were all clad in their white armours, their Reptilian features making them unique amongst any other Chaos groups. But they were not alone. Three other armies had joined them on this day. The first one was Roboute Guilliman and his company of Battle Brothers, the Honour Guard. Together, they formed the chapter's finest company, the Champions of Ultramar. All of them were sternguard Veterans of the innumerable wars the Ultramarines had fought, each wearing their customized power armours and weapons. Devastators wielding heavy meltas, plasma cannons, heavy bolters, only the finest equipment for them. Two venerable dreadnoughts accompanied them. One was an Ironclad dreadnought, fitted with batteries of krak and frag missiles, with an autocannon on the other side. The other dreadnought was armed with a claw and flamer on each hand. The other army was none other than Tempestor Lancaster and her Elite army from the Baltic Manticores. Her troops, men and women from either the Kasrs of Cadia or the Elite academies of Kaurava I, were the finest in the whole of the Imperium. Her regiment of Scions could deal with it all, and were more than ready to do so. Coming with them were loads of heavy armour. Sentinels, equipped with lascannons, plasma cannons, autocannons and missile launchers came in large numbers to provide support. Hellhounds, with their inferno cannons, Bane Wolves, with their chemical cannons and even Devil Dogs, with their melta cannons. With them also, rows of various types of Leman Russ battle tanks. Punishers, Vanquishers, Executioners, Eliminators, Annihilators, Demolishers, they came prepared. And finally, the heaviest of armours. Baneblades. They fielded ten of them. Two ordinary baneblades, Two Stormhammers, Two Stormblades, one Shadowsword, Two Banehammers and a Banesword. Such a display of heavy ordinance would make anyone wet their damn pants. And last but very much not the least were the Ork Boyz of Godkillah how he had banded so many orks in so little time, no one will rightly know. But he had amassed an impressive number of heavily equipped orks, and was fielding some heavy armour as well. Looted tanks, taken from the ancient reserves of the Bloodwrath, had been repurposed to serve his boys, including two Skullhamma battle fortresses, and plenty of Killa Kans and Wartraks.