The Nachmund Gauntlet was the only route of retreat and supply line for Imperium Nihilus. Its importance needed no explanation, so it made perfect sense for Inquisitor Sahansen to take a large contingent of troops to reinforce it.
What about the Unbroken Defensive Line left behind? Naturally, it would draw as much of the Xenos' attention as possible. The longer it could hold them up, the better.
Sahansen had planned everything out long ago. Plex could only stand in despair atop the Hive City, watching the Ork Rocks fall from the sky.
During their conversation, the Ork Fleet had yet to reach the Eustali System. No sooner had the transmission ended than the Ork Fleet arrived in force.
The situation was hopeless.
Up in space, Grom was furious too. He asked Duncehead, "Duncehead, you sure the thing messin' with our navigation is on this planet?"
Duncehead now looked every bit the badass Mekboy, and the generator on his back had grown considerably heavier. He held something resembling a compass. After spinning wildly, its needle pointed toward the largest Hive City on Eustali.
"I'm sure, Boss. It's right here. We just gotta Waaagh! over there and smash everythin'!"
"Yeah." Grom had come to trust Duncehead a great deal. Though he thought Duncehead was a bit of a coward, his mechanical talent was exceptional. If only he would stop tinkering with those junk instruments of his.
As they spoke, Grom's Ork Fleet had already broken through the Adeptus Mechanicus fleet's orbital defenses and destroyed the orbital defense system.
"Listen up, Boyz! We're goin' down there and smashin' everythin' the Humies got!" Grom pointed his flagship's bow downward and shouted over the public channel.
As the warship broke through the atmosphere and gravity gradually increased, Duncehead suddenly felt a rush of exhilaration too.