Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor-Chapter 305 - 306: Quack—A Chaotic Clusterf**k!

ROAR—

Angrath let out a furious bellow.

But in the very next second—

"Why the hell are you barking?!"

Eden grabbed this bloodthirsty daemon and landed another punch. "Go ahead, try barking again!"

Boom!

That fist, wrapped in chains and crackling with dark energy, crashed into the daemon's face like a thunderbolt from the heavens, brimming with overwhelming force.

A resounding explosion followed.

Ugh—

Angrath's mind went blank, his vision momentarily cleared.

And then came waves of searing pain, piercing his nerves and forcing an uncontrollable howl from his throat.

The sudden turn of events threw the daemons into confusion and disbelief.

What the hell just happened? The Devourer just swaggered into the middle of their horde and started beating the crap out of Angrath?

They stared at the Devourer, utterly unfazed, hammering Angrath while surrounded by a sea of daemons—wasn't he the one under attack?

Why did it feel like they were the prey being hunted?

Wait, how does he even dare to do this?!

The atmosphere was so bizarre that none of the Greater Daemons moved to help.

Under normal circumstances, Eden wouldn't have pulled such a stunt.

There were over thirty Greater Daemons of Chaos here, along with an endless horde of lesser daemons. Without backup from powerful warriors, even Guilliman himself would've been wrecked.

It'd be a straight-up suicide mission.

But Eden just charged in—alone.

Because he was on a high.

Under the influence of the Dark Side's violent power, he felt unstoppable and fearless.

Today, he came to take out these Greater Daemons—and no one was going to stop him.

Even if Khorne himself showed up, he was getting slapped too.

And this overwhelming aura, combined with the Dark Side's inherent suppression of daemonic beings, truly stunned the daemons—at least temporarily.

In the surrounding silence,

The horde of daemons watched the battle between Angrath, Greater Daemon of Khorne, and the Devourer, unsure whether to join in or stay back—trapped in a state of chaotic indecision.

By now, Angrath had come to his senses and was grappling with Eden.

Their colossal forms clashed violently in the middle of Khorne's forces, every blow from either side sending Bloodletters flying and screaming.

Some were crushed outright—souls offered to the Skull Throne.

Though it was technically a fight, Angrath grew increasingly hopeless.

He was experiencing firsthand the overwhelming might of the Devourer—being utterly crushed.

His own attacks felt completely powerless, while every strike from Eden pierced him to the core.

Soon, the "battle" devolved into a one-sided beatdown.

Angrath lay on the ground, taking hit after brutal hit, humiliated beyond words. Inwardly, he howled:

"Why?! Am I really that far below Ka'Bandha?!"

He realized he had no chance of defeating the Devourer—nor could he endure this kind of punishment. He wanted to cry out to the other Bloodthirsters for help.

But his pride as a former First Greater Daemon held his tongue—he gritted his teeth and endured.

Boom—

A powerful punch shattered one of Angrath's horns, the resulting shriek enough to chill even the bravest daemon.

The Bloodthirster couldn't stand the shame anymore. He roared and unleashed his full power in a last-ditch charge.

But it failed.

The follow-up blows came even harder, finally snuffing out all resistance.

Angrath, now half-dead, was lifted off the ground by the Devourer.

"Kill me..."

The Bloodthirster stared into the Devourer's eyes, awaiting death. He wanted to die in honorable combat.

To preserve a final shred of dignity.

But death didn't come.

Instead, he heard the Devourer sigh.

In his vision—

"No..."

Angrath saw the deep disappointment in Eden's eyes. He seemed to understand something, and closed his eyes in agony.

Sigh~

Under the gaze of countless daemons—

Eden let out a long sigh, his voice echoing among the horde:

"You've truly let me down. This duel was destined to be boring. Perhaps only the current First Greater Daemon, Ka'Bandha, could stir my battle-lust..."

After all, Ka'Bandha was basically the number-one Khorne hype man in the Warp.

Such a perfect opportunity—it'd be a waste not to make full use of it while he was at peak power.

Besides, Eden's daemon-infiltrating underling, the sneaky Baal, was Ka'Bandha's top aide. By association, Ka'Bandha was technically part of Eden's crew.

If Ka'Bandha lost power—or worse, died—and someone even stronger took his place, that would be disastrous for Eden.

The Devourer identity was a crucial advantage in fighting Chaos. It was something he had to develop and utilize.

In fact, the Devourer's role was similar to the Emperor's title of The Accursed.

The Warp was a realm of thought.

In that realm, belief and emotion could turn fiction into reality.

Chaos beings feared the Emperor, The Accursed, above all.

That fear and reverence fed into the Warp, empowering the Emperor further, making him deadlier to Chaos.

That increased deadliness made them fear him even more, creating a self-perpetuating cycle—

A spiraling ascent, powered by their own emotions.

Now, Eden's identity as the Devourer was the same.

The violent Dark Side energy that Eden temporarily invoked had, in fact, been empowered by the Chaos Daemons themselves.

Under such circumstances, Ka'Bandha—foremost among Khorne's champions and Warp's number one Eden-hype machine—was his greatest asset. He had to ensure this First Greater Daemon stayed alive, so that he could continue hyping him up.

That way, the Chaos Daemons would keep funneling him faith-based energy.

With a flick of his arm, Eden tossed Angrath aside like garbage.

He swept his gaze across the daemonic horde, then looked at the humiliated Bloodthirster. "Weak and pitiful. You don't even deserve to die by my hand. Go back and tell Ka'Bandha..."

Suddenly, the grotesque mass of muscle and armor that was Eden burst with power, surging into the Warp like a shockwave:

"The Devourer... is looking forward to a duel to the death with him!"

In that moment—

Angrath curled into himself on the ground, trembling, gasping with repressed howls.

His spirit—was broken!

And with the Devourer's declaration, the legend of Ka'Bandha, Khorne's First Greater Daemon, only grew more mythic.

Undisputed.

After Eden issued his challenge, silence once again blanketed the battlefield.

Then—

A shrill, grating voice rang out from afar:

"What are you waiting for?! The Devourer is already trapped—like a moth caught in a spider's web! There's no escape now!"

It was the voice of a Lord of Change—a Greater Daemon of Tzeentch.

Another added, "Even if the Devourer defeated Be'lakor, he's still just one man. You think he can fight dozens of us at once?"

"That's right!"

A third shrieked, fanning the flames of the daemons' rage:

"Rip the Devourer to shreds! Make him pay for the humiliation he's dealt us!"

Their words stirred the daemons from their stupor, igniting their battle lust.

With so many Greater Daemons gathered here—why should they fear just one Devourer?

Even if it took attrition alone, they could bleed him dry!

In an instant—

The collective gaze of the daemonic horde locked onto Eden, blazing with fury and killing intent.

They surged with anticipation, issuing the order: surround and destroy the Devourer!

The Greater Daemons of Chaos began to close in.

The demonic legions formed up, ranged weapons glowing and ready to fire.

"...Now this is trouble."

Eden sensed the temperature rising, the tension thickening. This wasn't going to end peacefully.

Even with the Dark Side's blessing empowering him to his peak—

He couldn't possibly take on this many Greater Daemons alone.

One misstep, and he'd get wrecked right here...

Maybe he should be more careful—look for a chance to retreat into realspace. At least there, he'd have armies and powerful warriors to support him.

"Rip the pride from the Devourer's body! Take back our honor!"

"His fate is sealed—today, he dies!"

"The Devourer is afraid! He's trying to escape! Now is our chance—"

"Don't let him run!"

The Tzeentchian Greater Daemons cawed like a murder of annoying, squawking crows.

Their exaggerated, inflammatory words echoed from every direction, pounding in Eden's ears—irritating beyond belief.

These bastards had stirred up the mob once already, breaking his intimidation just moments ago.

Now they were at it again.

Still influenced by the violent energies within him, Eden's rage flared. He spun to face the horde—

He wasn't running!

At that moment—

The Tzeentchian Daemons' eyes glinted with icy glee, like schemers whose traps had just been sprung.

They had already noticed how much more volatile the Devourer had become.

All it took was the slightest push—to steer his fate into ruin, to send him plummeting into the abyss.

Now, both sides were inflamed with rage. The stage was set.

The Lords of Change concealed themselves as best they could, ready to sit back and enjoy the show.

Watching as the Devourer—

Collapsed, exhausted, under the siege of Chaos.

Everything was going according to plan...

The Greater Daemons of the other three Chaos Gods completed the encirclement. The air grew suffocating.

War was about to erupt!

While the Lords of Change watched eagerly, waiting for the chaos to explode—

The Devourer suddenly let out a furious roar that shook the realm:

"Where the hell are those Tzeentchian dogs hiding?!"

That thunderous bellow—

Stopped the entire horde in its tracks.

Eden was pissed.

The whole reason he hadn't left was to give those insufferable schemers the beating they deserved.

Quickly, he detected their presence.

"Well, well, hiding back there, are we?!"

Eden followed the traces and located the Lords of Change. The cowards were nestled behind their forces, a fair distance away.

Figures.

All bark, no bite. Yelling from the rear while staying completely out of reach.

Playing the backline rat?

The rest of the Chaos horde instinctively followed the Devourer's gaze—and saw the sneaky Tzeentchian Daemons as well.

Realization dawned. Their expressions turned ugly.

Even in a realm like this, the Daemons of Tzeentch—masters of treachery and deceit—were loathed by all.

The eyes of the Khorne Daemons blazed with fury. They knew they'd been played.

The Blood God's servants and the Changer of Ways had been at war for countless aeons.

The hatred ran deep.

To the Khornate daemons, the Tzeentchian ones were even more detestable than the Devourer.

At least the Devourer had beaten them in open combat.

...???

The Lords of Change were momentarily dumbfounded—things weren't going quite as planned.

The cold stares from the Devourer and other Chaos daemons made them shiver uncontrollably. An overwhelming sense of isolation gripped them.

What the hell was going on?

Why did it feel like they were the enemy now?

Especially those brainless Khornate daemons—who had already raised their axes and were charging in for the kill!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Waves of chromatic fire burst forth.

The Lords of Change reacted quickly, ordering their ranged units to saturate the Devourer's position with heavy fire.

Soon after, other daemonic factions joined in, their ranged attacks flying toward the same target.

In a flash—war erupted!

The Greater Daemons had no time to overthink. They jointly launched their assault on the Devourer.

Eden was struck by a barrage of ranged attacks, suffering some injuries, but quickly broke free from the kill zone.

The moment he emerged, the Greater Daemons' melee onslaught arrived.

Blood axes, acidic vomit, whips made of human flesh, greatswords, claws, barbed tongues—nearly every form of attack imaginable sealed off the battlefield.

Eden had no time to defend. He took a few hard hits before viciously kicking away a Slaaneshi Greater Daemon.

In the midst of that daemon's grotesque gasps—

A bolt of black light surged forward, tearing through the enemy ranks and heading straight for the Lords of Change.

"Brothers, let's beat the ever-loving warp out of those Tzeentchian bastards!"

Eden rampaged forward like a demonic freight train, bulldozing through the horde. Every daemon in his path was sent flying.

The violent charge caused the Lords of Change to recoil in horror. Their pupils shrank as they turned to flee.

Too late.

SQUAWK!

A pitiful avian screech rang out.

One long-necked, crow-headed Lord of Change was caught by Eden mid-escape.

Without hesitation, Eden grabbed him and used the poor daemon like a mace, smashing him against a Khornate Greater Daemon. Then he tossed the bird aside and charged after the next Tzeentchian target.

That unlucky daemon staggered up—

Only to meet the burning eyes of two nearby Khornate daemons.

What followed was—

Another shriek. Feathers everywhere. The Lord of Change was ruthlessly pummeled into the warp.

Eden's colossal body rampaged across the battlefield. He snatched up another Lord of Change and ignored all incoming attacks—

And just started punching. Relentlessly.

This was the ultimate crowd-control technique: grab one and beat the soul out of them.

BOOM—

A wave of warpflame surged his way.

Eden grabbed the bird-faced daemon and used him as a shield. The searing sound of feathers crisping filled the air as the fire roasted the Tzeentchian daemon's wings into charred stubs.

The scent of cooked meat began wafting out, accompanied by agonized squawking.

In a panic, the roasted Lord of Change unleashed his own breath of multi-colored fire.

But it missed.

And hit... a Great Unclean One.

As expected—

The daemonic bird got smashed by both the Devourer and the furious Nurgle daemon.

After the brutal combo—

Eden shot a firm look to the Nurgle daemon and handed off the limp Tzeentchian daemon like a cooked turkey.

A harmonious moment, really.

After all, it was that bird who attacked the Nurgle daemon, and Eden—the ever-noble Devourer—had not touched a single Greater Daemon outside the Tzeentch faction throughout the chaos.

The battlefield had devolved into utter madness.

With Be'lakor dead, the Chaos alliance lacked any unified command.

The Greater Daemons were unshackled.

Old grudges flared. Stray attacks struck unintended targets. Rivalries reignited.

What was supposed to be a coordinated assault on the Devourer—

Had become total bedlam.

A chaotic, swirling melee between the Devourer and every faction of Chaos.

And the worst hit?

The Lords of Change.

Thanks to Eden's influence, they became everyone's favorite punching bags.

Their losses were catastrophic.

It's hard to say there wasn't a bit of settling scores mixed in.

Just as Eden turned, he ran smack into a two-headed Lord of Change, being herded toward him by a Khornate daemon.

SQUAWK!

The bird-headed daemon shrieked as soon as it saw Eden and tried to halt its momentum—

Too late.

BOOM!

"Thanks for the assist!"

With perfect timing, Eden blocked the path and headbutted the daemon into a stupor.

CLANG! CLANG!

Axes and fists flew as Eden and the Khornate daemon each grabbed one of the bird's heads—

And proceeded to beat it senseless.

SPLAT!

Eden caved in one skull, and the Khornate daemon finished the job, hacking off the other.

Together, they sent the corpse flying.

Eden shook the blood from his hand and casually complimented:

"Nice speed and strength, warrior."

"To be praised by you... it is my honor!"

The unexpected praise from the Devourer left the Khornate daemon stunned. He puffed out his chest with pride.

This being was notoriously strict. He looked down on everyone but Ka'Bandha—even Angrath had been humiliated by him.

To receive praise from the Devourer—was a mark of honor.

Enemy or not, the Devourer's name carried weight in the Warp.

Of course, praise was one thing—

Cutting people down was another.

After this brief moment of peace—

The Khornate daemon resumed his assault, joining the other daemons to continue chasing Eden. Perhaps because of the praise—

He fought even harder.

Unleashing his full strength.

Eden, under a storm of attacks, kept hunting the Lords of Change, tracking them like prey.

Every time he caught one—

He delivered a brutal beating.

But then, something changed.

Suddenly—

A surge of savage energy descended from the Warp, enveloping Eden.

His attacks grew even more ferocious.

"Huh?"

Eden blinked, momentarily confused.

Was this... Khorne's blessing?

They were just gifting him with pure slaughter energy? The real deal?

"Did Khorne just... fat-finger a power boost?"

"Damn... the Blood God's being generous today."

Eden couldn't help but feel a little touched.

This was no small favor. The energy radiated with genuine intent. Khorne might just be trying to recruit him.

Unfortunately...

He wasn't interested.

He accepted the gift—but firmly refused to "sign the contract."

Of course, since he'd taken their power, Eden figured the least he could do was hit the Lords of Change even harder as repayment.

After a while, the fighting continued.

Zzzzt—

As Eden tore the wings off another Lord of Change, a wave of fatigue surged through his body. His wounds began healing at a snail's pace.

The pain came crashing in like a tide, making him shudder uncontrollably.

"—Tch."

He hissed sharply. Something was wrong.

"The temporary blessing's fading fast!"

Earlier, Eden had burned through all the Dark Side's violent energy he had accumulated over the years, drastically boosting his power and elevating him to a pseudo-demigod state.

That had given him the strength to kill Be'lakor and challenge the daemons head-on.

But now, the temporary boon was vanishing much quicker than expected. Soon, it would be gone completely.

As the savage energy faded—

Eden began to feel his wild aggression draining away, and his cautious, calculating mind slowly returned to the surface.

This place was far too dangerous. He had to get back to realspace—fast.

His actual strength was only at the level of a newly ascended Primarch. Without powerful weapons or support, at most he could take on two or three low-tier Greater Daemons at once.

And only if they were no-names.

If he stayed here any longer, he'd die.

Eden did his best to maintain his posture, parrying strikes as he looked around, searching for a route of escape.

Luckily, he wasn't far from the breach.

The daemonic horde was still in full chaos, immersed in the battle.

While he still had a bit of strength left, he could act like nothing was wrong and gradually retreat while still throwing punches.

After mapping out a path, Eden casually dragged a barely-breathing Lord of Change off the ground to use as a meat shield.

Fighting as he moved, he crept closer to the breach.

As the temporary blessing faded, and the breach drew nearer, tension gripped his heart.

Almost there.

Eden became even more careful, whispering to himself:

"If I can just get there... I'm out."

But of course—something went wrong.

The Tzeentchian daemon in his hand suddenly opened its eyes and began violently struggling. Its soul energy had recovered substantially.

Upon confirming Eden's weakened state, a sly glint flashed in the daemon's eyes. Then, it cried out with a fully restored voice:

"Aha! The Devourer is exhausted! Stop him now!"

That grating, sharp voice echoed across the battlefield.

Instantly, the fighting paused. All the Chaos Greater Daemons turned toward him.

Eden felt his scalp go numb.

You little bastard.

He'd been faking it—the whole time. And now, right at the most critical moment, he sold Eden out.

And the voice? Clearly the same smug bastard who'd been leading the charge mocking him earlier.

ROAR—

The horde of daemons erupted in fury.

Thanks to the tip-off, they now clearly sensed the Devourer's weakened state.

As the Tzeentchian daemon said—he was exhausted.

This was the perfect chance. No daemon would let it slip by.

Whoever killed this being would go down in legend and receive glorious rewards from their patron god.

Even that Lord of Change got in on the action.

Breaking free of Eden's grip, he stepped in front of the breach, eyes burning with hatred.

He swore to grind the Devourer into despair—

To watch him be torn apart by the mob.

"Devourer, you've got nowhere to run.

Once you're dead, I'll destroy everything you care about—your armies, your world, your legacy. You'll be worthless. Nothing. HAHAHAHA—"

He cackled manically, as if he were witnessing Eden's tragic end.

But then he saw what Eden pulled out—

And suddenly... froze.

SQUAWK!

Panic overtook him.

Eyes wide with terror, he coughed up a blast of multi-colored fire and tried to retreat into the crowd, hoping to use the other daemons as cover.

But the very next moment—

A charred black hand reached through the flames, grabbed his leg, and yanked him back.

"So you're the little rat who ratted me out, huh?!"

Eden, using the last of his strength, endured the burning pain and grievous injuries—

And shoved a holy ash grenade right up that daemon's rear.

SCREEEEEE!!!

The Lord of Change felt a spike of unbearable agony and collapsed, clawing desperately at his own backside.

He realized too late what had happened.

But there was no more time.

In front of the stunned eyes of the horde—

The Tzeentchian daemon let out a final, horrified screech. Holy light erupted from his upturned rear—

And detonated.

A miniature holy sun blossomed from within.

Without the suppression of a Blackstone array, the grenade's power was overwhelming.

In a flash, he was incinerated—body and soul.

This hated Lord of Change was dead.

He became the second being in this war to be completely destroyed, without even a chance to return to the Crystal Labyrinth.

The holy light flared brilliantly.

Daemons near the blast were instantly turned to ash with pained howls.

As for the Greater Daemons—

They reacted instantly.

They knew exactly what that terrifying weapon could do.

Curling up, shielding themselves with wings or the bodies of others, they summoned warp energy to resist the blast.

When the radiance faded—

The daemons who had been hit survived, though many were badly scorched.

But surviving the Devourer's weapon only made them more excited.

Their bloodlust surged.

They charged toward the breach, desperate to reach realspace before the others—

To finish the exhausted Devourer!

As they neared the rift—

They finally saw Eden's figure. freёwebnoѵel.com

Barely standing.

He swayed unsteadily before the breach.

To the daemons, that image was filled with hope.

This was it. Today might be the day they ended the Devourer!

Just outside the breach—

Eden's Blackstone armor was battered beyond recognition. His mask was half-shattered, his body drenched in blood. He looked like he'd fall any moment.

But he held the line.

The situation was dire. If dozens of Greater Daemons and their legions broke into realspace—

It would ignite another terrible war.

And it would be even worse than before.

No matter what—

He had to stop them.

Fortunately, Kaul and the tech-priests had already headed underground to shut down the enormous dark machine.

Now, the shutdown sequence was in its final stages. Eden just needed to hold the line for a little longer.

Alone, he stood at the breach.

Facing the tide of daemons that filled the Warp rift like a sea blotting out the sun—he showed not a trace of fear.

After all, he had a backup plan in place long ago.

Otherwise, he'd have retreated already and summoned reinforcements to form a defensive line.

RUMBLE—

The tremors beneath the earth grew more intense.

Behind Eden, massive buildings collapsed. Fires surged skyward, painting a scene straight out of the apocalypse.

Anyone could see it—

This planet, Corevax, was on the verge of collapse, spiraling toward total annihilation.

Amid this end-time chaos, the swarming daemons suddenly saw the Devourer—smile.

A chill crawled up their spines.

"You'd best start running. Otherwise, it'll be too late..."

As the reek of Chaos wafted in from the Warp, Eden gazed calmly at the incoming tide.

"You're not Ka'Bandha. Against what's coming next... you won't survive."

His voice was ice.

And, for good measure, he name-dropped that "daemon-brother" Ka'Bandha once again.

What he said was true—if Ka'Bandha were here, he'd already have found a good excuse to leg it.

The words caused a momentary pause in the advance.

But the momentum couldn't be stopped. The tide surged forward toward the breach.

Eden sighed:

"Tch... you just don't listen, huh?"

The words had barely left his mouth—

BOOM!

A ten-meter tall gray-white construct slammed into the ground behind him, descending like a divine sword.

The impact was colossal.

In the rising dust—

Thick white vapor hissed from the object's surface. Holy energies radiated from its shell, scorching the surrounding air and searing the Chaos essence lingering in the atmosphere.

This was the Tsar—a supermassive holy ash bomb, developed over many years.

Currently, it was the Savior's most powerful weapon against Chaos.

Within the rift—

The Greater Daemons froze. Their pupils constricted in horror.

A crushing fear surged through them.

All at once, the Chaos army halted its charge.

Their forward troops slammed to a stop. But the daemons behind couldn't react in time—many were trampled in the confusion and panic.

No one moved another step.

They could sense, with absolute clarity, the apocalyptic power contained within that device.

If activated—it would annihilate them all.

There was no surviving this.

And then—

Another thundering crash.

A rectangular mechanical structure fell from the sky, its rear compartments unfolding to reveal—

Clustered Holy Ash Grenade Launchers.

Eden had gone all in.

He stepped forward, without hesitation, and slammed the activation panel.

Over a dozen warheads launched instantly—arcing into the rift toward the horde.

"RUN!!!"

The Greater Daemons shrieked in terror, scattering in all directions.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—

Over a dozen miniature holy suns erupted in the Warp, flooding the rift with blinding white.

Under the radiant barrage, scores of daemons were instantly vaporized—so fast, they didn't even scream.

When the light faded, ash rained down like snow.

The remains of Chaos.

This volley of cluster warheads had wiped out half the army.

Even the Greater Daemons, despite all their defenses, could barely withstand the barrage.

At least ten of them were utterly destroyed, while the rest were seriously wounded.

But before they could recover—

They looked up... and saw the Devourer—

Carrying the ten-meter Tsar bomb on his shoulder.

S C R E A M !

One of the mentally broken Greater Daemons fainted on the spot, white-eyed.

The daemons abandoned their forces. Without a word, they turned and fled from the hellscape—away from the terrifying Devourer.

The remaining troops scattered with them in chaos.

The Dark Crusade, orchestrated by Be'lakor and backed by the Chaos Gods—

Was over.

Defeated.

Moments later—

HUMMMM—

The dark machine buried beneath Corevax ceased operation.

The warped breach quieted.

The rift in the fabric of space began to mend itself.

Eden finally exhaled.

That last attack had exhausted nearly all of his holy ash munitions.

If the Chaos horde had kept attacking...

He'd have been forced to detonate the Tsar bomb early—despite it being only one-third full.

Weapons like that were at their most terrifying before they were launched.

Once used, it would take decades—maybe centuries—for the territory to craft another one.

If a larger daemon assault arrived during that gap—

They'd have no way to stop it.

Thankfully, the daemons had fled.

The weapon was saved.

And the Savior...

Had won.

In the distance, cheers rang out.

Eden, utterly drained, collapsed to the ground.

From the sky—

Transport ships slowly descended from orbit.

They were here to collect the spoils of war.

...

Far across the stars.

On a devastated Forge World.

Rivers of lava cut across the surface. A once-thriving civilization had been completely obliterated by Genestealers—no life remained.

Ka'Bandha, mighty First Daemon of Khorne, had just finished a grueling campaign. He and his daemon legions withdrew from the region—

Returning to the Warp.

Thanks to his efforts, the only planet in this sub-sector tainted by Chaos and Tyranids—

Was purged completely.

With his departure, the sector found peace.

His merit was immeasurable.

...

In the Realm of Khorne.

Within the Brass Citadel—

The screams of Greater Daemons echoed across the halls.

Ka'Bandha, newly returned, immediately felt the stifling tension. The Blood God's fury had reached a boiling point!

Perfect!

Relief flooded his heart. His worries vanished. He smiled.

Clearly, the Devourer had won the war.

And won big.

His position as First Daemon was safe once more.

No small feat...

Suddenly—

He was summoned by the Blood God.

Chin held high, Ka'Bandha strode toward the Brass Hall.

But inside, his heart trembled.

"The Blood God... wouldn't have noticed anything, right? He's not... mad at me, is he?"

(End of Chapter)

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