The tank formations behind them surged forward at full speed. The Roscoe Ground Sweeper led the charge with its shields raised, reducing everything before it to dust and smoke.
The army finally broke through the enemy lines and utterly routed the Orks.
The tanks rolled over severed enemy limbs and across scorched earth. Hearing that their own big guy had returned, the drivers finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The Commissar's return after the battle had no effect on the tanks' performance, but somehow, both machine spirit condition and morale improved dramatically.
Behind them, the endless stream of Ork reinforcements had been cut off. The roving hunting teams had done their job well.
This was also the key to their victory on the main battlefield. No longer would dead Orks leave equipment scattered everywhere for fresh enemies to pick up and immediately join the fight.
The corpses of the three big bosses finally brought the Ork Boyz to their senses. The enemies before them apparently, probably, ought to be capable of slaughtering them.
Although the Weirdboss remained alive, the loss of so many Orks had shrunk the waaagh energy field until it could no longer reach this far.
Without the waaagh energy field's support, the Orks collapsed across the board, and the Chapter finally gained a decisive advantage.
Before the enormous cylinder at the very center, the warriors pushed aside a jumble of wooden sticks, possibly ritual objects, and finally caught sight of that ancient slab of cured meat, who knew how many years old.
The enormous Psyker Power struggled a few times, then weakened. The psychic light shining through the observation port finally faded.
Through the observation port, the warriors at last saw what was inside.
The Weirdboss was now imprisoned at the very center. Flickering blue field-chains bound