"Argh!"
"Run, now!"
"Grandfather, your children beg for your protection!"
After enduring a round of bombardment from Hell Weapons, this Chaos Realm had long since been thrown into utter chaos. Its filthy bastions had collapsed, and its Vicious Engines had been reduced to scrap metal.
Under the bombing and the pressure, the Chaos Daemons broke, receiving no blessings from the gods at all. They fled in every direction.
Even the most benevolent Grandfather Nurgle had no extra energy to grant his favored children the power of plague.
The Chaos Daemons had lost their favor. What the gods now loved more were those ugly Beastmen.
"No! The cursed devil has sent his minions! They're here!"
The Plague Herald trembled, the flames of abomination reflected in his clouded eyes, and within them could be seen one oppressive figure after another.
He wanted to run, but there was nowhere to flee, because cursed flames sent down by the devil were everywhere.
Those flames could burn the daemons' bodies and souls. Even Nurgle's favored children could not withstand their corrosion.
The Plague Herald tried to run in another direction, only to be forced back by another patch of fire. Fear and helplessness seized his heart.
More and more fleeing daemons were driven back, crowding together like lambs waiting for slaughter.
Within the flames before them, armored figures were advancing step by step, the sound of their boots like the footsteps of Ynnead.
At last, the terrifying Ynnead in the eyes of these Chaos Daemons crossed the curtain of fire and appeared before them, their presence bearing down hard.
They were Carcharodons warriors.
They were fully armed, covered from head to toe in Hell Weapons. Flame-shaped runes circled them, faintly burning with dark-red fiery vapor.
This was the Hell equipment the daemons feared most. It