Duncehead charged at the front as always, carrying his speakers and playing rock and roll as he slaughtered the enemy. He thought a Waaagh! felt absolutely amazing with music like this.
Grom had also gained a new respect for Duncehead. From that enormous cannon earlier to leading the charge now, this dim-witted Mekboy was surprisingly fierce.
Suddenly, the area around the Iron Squiggoth carrying Grom came under heavy bombardment. Swathes of nearby Ork Boyz were blasted off their feet, and smoke and gunsmoke filled the battlefield.
Dozens of black Drop Pods fell from the sky, slamming down around the Iron Squiggoth. Hordes of Space Marines in black armor with white crosses on their shoulders charged out and began attacking and suppressing the Ork forces.
The High Marshal of the Black Templars had brought his troops to support Plex. After all, Plex's Forge World had supplied the Black Templars' Space Marines with vast quantities of weapons and equipment over the years, and the two enjoyed an excellent relationship.
That debt was worth the High Marshal risking his life for Plex. Besides, the Black Templars excelled at close combat, and their ferocious fighting style often turned the tide at critical moments.
This time, they employed their old tactic: kill the Orks' Boss first, then organize a counterattack.
To ensure the decapitation strike succeeded, the High Marshal had brought three hundred brothers.
At first, everything went smoothly. Climbing onto the Iron Squiggoth took little effort.
But when the High Marshal led dozens of Sword Brethren warriors-the Black Templars' First Company veterans-onto the Iron Squiggoth's back, the situation changed completely.
Grom did not panic at all at the sight of the Humie tin cans before him. He and Goldtooth had fought on battlefields like this countless times, so dozens of vicious Heavy Nobz stood