Sarcoma smiled as he rooted through the entrails of this
recent offering from his minions. It was strange, more like his Necron allies
than he had expected, but still enough to be of use to him. The mechanical
parts would be passed onto his new brothers in the pandemica, they seemed to be
more interested in this technology than a true follower of Papa Nurgle should
be, but this didn’t bother Sarcoma, as long as they were useful and true to the
faith, he’d allow them their idiosyncrasies.
This latest battle was showing that his ongoing presence on
Krillion was allowing more lesser Daemons to come at his summons. The half
metal lapdogs of the Rotting Corpse on the Golden Throne has turned up in
greater force than seen before, but they could stand in the way of the wave of
warp entities that crashed down on them and this had pleased Sarcoma greatly.
Then it came, a triumphant roar of pure psychic energy,
Sarcoma had felt it before and he knew what it meant, the Ork Warlord had
returned and interfered with his plans again.
Another bellow, this one closer and Sarcoma knew what it
meant, the Bloodthirster Grn’thrng’gshh had accepted the challenge, there could
only be one apex predator on Krillion and there would be a reckoning. As Grn’thrng’gshh stormed into the cavern,
Sarcoma turned and uttered a single command. Kill.
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