Chapter 10 Part 3

Chapter 10: Tonight, we dine in hell

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Part 3

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unknown location

Kronus

A crack of displaced air and blinding red lighting heralded Gorgutz 'Ead 'Unter's return to the materium. In his expert opinion, it was a letdown. There was no one to krump or shoot around, no fighting whatsoever.

It was cold too, and everything appeared covered in that odd white stuff that Mekboyz could melt and turn into propar booze if they had enough rocket fuel to play with. Speaking about booze, Gorgutz brought his mug up and downed it, enjoying the fiery stinging sensation of the liquid washing down his throat. Finishing his drink made the last uncomfortable ache in his back went away.

He looked around. Still no one and nothing to bash over the head. Gorgutz shrugged and took another pull from his mug, savoring the drink. His memories from meeting Gork and Mork were already fading. However, he could clearly recall the really important bits and pieces.

A big krumping WAAAGH! would be happening in a place called Kauruva. Or something like dat. Gorgutz would be there having the time of his life!

However, first, he had some work to do. It simply wouldn't do to get blasted from space! It really wouldn't, though it might be fun to do it to the humiez next time! Gorgutz had to find an answer to that problem! He wanted to lead another huuuge horde against the Humiez!

Well, first, he had to find a way off this rock. Perhaps a rockit, or better a rocket? There might be a few useful boyz left here and there to pick up as well…

Gorgutz drained his mug again, without thinking about it. He was already deep in thought you see.

Naturally, he didn't think about how odd his contemplation was, for an Ork anyway. Gorgutz most definitely didn't think that his thoughts were crystal clear, despite the booze he kept chugging, or the fact that he was well, an Ork. Deep and detailed planning had never been his kind's strength. Yet, that was precisely what he was doing, while confidently striding through snow-capped mountains.

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Chaos fortifications

Deimos Peninsula

There were very few things in the materium that could make a Dark Apostle wary. A Sorcerer clawing out his eyes and gurgling in tongues wasn't one of them.

This being the third one who tried to divine what the Corpse worshipers were up to, well it made him think appropriately dark thoughts. Eliphas wasn't happy, on the contrary. The carefully nurtured and expertly turned PDF regiment he sent to secure the Daemon's binding place was busy playing tag with Blood Ravens and surprisingly effective Guard soldiers.

The Dark Apostle briefly thought this was just typical PDF idiocy at play, then remembered that the Four had blessed that particular Regiment so that couldn't be it.

Competent Corpse worshipers in need of murdering it were then. Eliphas nodded to himself. Now what to do about it…

He looked through narrowed eyes at a nearby building painted with all kinds of pleasantly glowing Chaos symbols. That was where he had the new batch of willing sacrifices gather to await deployment. There were almost enough of those. The issue was they needed some innocent ones as well, and those were much, much harder to find. Damn that Greenskin brute to the deepest, darkest parts of the Warp!

Eliphas made a point to check on the area's security just in case of more Ork mishaps or other unlikely trouble. Only then he returned to overseeing the bickering Sorcerers. The remaining ones anyway. There was a fourth one writhing on the ground and frothing at the mouth after trying to brute force his way to some answers.

That, combined with the machine abominations, didn't paint a pretty picture. First, no blood for the Blood God. Not good. Second, no souls to send screaming to the Four. That was even worse. Obviously.

The Necrons were the real problem. With them around, the Dark Apostle didn't dare send a meaningful portion of his forces to deal with the Corpse worshipers or even take and hold the area where the Greater Demon was imprisoned. Doing so before he could have enough forces both to protect his base of operations and especially the Warp Gate and send a strong enough expeditionary force, might prove fatal. That was why he sent the PDF Regiment. They were both expendable, and at least in theory tough enough to have a chance of holding and keeping the important real estate.

"I need to know what the Corpse worshipers and those soulless abominations are planing!" Eliphas roared at his diminishing supply of Sorcerers.

He drew his blessed Crozium and smashed the skull of the still frothing at the mouth imbecile.

"Get me results or I'll personally deliver your skulls to Khorne!" Eliphas left the Sorcerers with that heartfelt promise and marched towards the Warp Gate.

He was going to assess again what he had available, trying to figure out a reasonable way to achieve his mission. Failure was not an option.

In theory, the various ongoing rituals all over the peninsula should soon make it close to impenetrable for the Necron's damned technological sorcery. Once that was done, in theory, he would be able to wield many of the disjointed war-bands and groups of cultists that kept coming through the gate, not to mention the warp-spawn.

The problem was that in theory was far from enough. He had to free the Greater Demon and either feed this world to it or ensure it retreated through the Warp Gate if Kronus couldn't be held.

Eliphas passed by sacrificial altars, felt pulses of blood magic wash over him, and smiled. With those particular defenses up, no mortal could approach the gate. Each pulse was strong enough to strip the flesh of a mortal not enjoying the Blessings of the Four, and a second one would send their souls screaming to the devoured.

Those same defenses might do absolutely nothing to even slow down the abominable machines. That though stripped away the Dark Apostle's smile. That was the reason why there were many more altars spread all over the place with hundreds of locals ritually sacrificed while thousands more awaited their fate.

As far as the Eliphas was concerned, soon couldn't come fast enough.