Attacking from underground really was a good idea. Iron Claw smashed the four-armed bug before him to pieces with a swing of his hammer, splattering himself with blood.
Being drenched in blood felt wonderful, especially when there was an endless supply of bugs to kill.
Goldtooth had been right. This barren, rock-strewn place really was packed with bugs.
These bugs wore Humie clothes and used Humie weapons. When they realized they could not stop the Orks' advance, they would suddenly sprout another pair of arms and engage the Orks in melee.
The fighting was neither particularly dangerous nor exciting for Iron Claw, but it was better than having no one to fight.
Inside the Command Centre in the mountains, Pex's expression was grim. He had been proceeding with extreme caution, hoping to avoid drawing too much attention from the Orks while he built up the Four-Armed Emperor Church's strength and prepared to receive the Hive Fleet.
But the Greenskins were far too unpredictable. Even though the fighting around Capello was much more intense, they had still found Stone Ridge.
Through his psychic power, Pex sensed that Ghazghkull had nearly slaughtered his entire elite squad underground, and his heart ached.
They were all of his direct bloodline, and after awakening, they ranked among the strongest of the Gitz. Yet even an elite squad like that could only buy a little time against Ghazghkull.
The underground caves and tunnels had originally been prepared to resist an Ork invasion. Now, instead, they had made the invasion easier.
"Is the tactical nuke ready?" Pex asked his adjutant.
"It's ready. Although he hasn't reached the closest point, Ghazghkull is already within the optimal kill radius," the adjutant said firmly after checking the special operations squad's position.
"Then detonate it."
Underground, the nuke carried by the