"Kill every invader. Kill until the blood runs like rivers."
Every spray of spilled blood, every severed head that fell, was an offering to the Skull Throne. All blasphemy would be forgiven!
The Blood God sent down his oracle.
His voice was like a sharpened axe grinding against stone, promising rich rewards to all his faithful—even the traitors.
They were all forgiven, and granted the right to take part in the war.
That had never happened before.
In past wars, the God of War had never shown the slightest forgiveness toward betrayal or cowardice. Harsh punishment was inevitable.
Those traitors' spines would be ripped out and hung forever upon the high Brass walls.
But this time, he chose forgiveness. More than that, he promised lavish rewards.
In truth, this God of War had no other move left, and could only make a humiliating compromise to win over those faithless believers.
All so he could hold his Divine Domain.
He knew that sending down punishment at a time like this would only enrage the traitors further and make their arrogance burn even hotter.
"The Blood God has noticed us Forsaken. He favors us once more—"
Hark had just hacked down a Beastman when he received the oracle sent down by the God of War.
He was utterly thrilled.
"Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!" The Skull-Reaper, the Blood God Warrior, did not continue attacking the Beastmen. Instead, he turned and charged toward the Nurgle Daemons' position, hacking and slaughtering with abandon.
He was, after all, a believer of the Blood God. Since the God of War was willing to favor the Blood God Warriors again, they were naturally willing to fight for him.
Gradually, more and more Blood God Warriors accepted this favor and began resisting the