Dense artillery fire rained down, drowning the city in a sea of flames.
The roar of war echoed through heaven and earth, reverberating through every corner of the corrupted Hive City.
The Corpse Emperor's servants were launching an attack on Anas Hive City with soaring morale.
They swept through everything in their path, breach after breach and fortress after fortress falling one after another.
Woll, the Rebel leader, looked at the holographic map before him, despair showing on his face.
They had originally held the upper hand and controlled most of Planet Automata.
The sacrificial ritual was nearly prepared as well.
They only needed to capture the inner city of Tyreen Hive City.
Then they could offer the entire world to Grandfather Nurgle in exchange for eternal blessings.
Yet fate was like a fickle bitch.
She could greet you with a smile, or treat someone else like an honored guest.
Just as Woll and the others were about to succeed and win this world for Grandfather Nurgle.
The Corpse Emperor sent a lackey named Guide.
He first reclaimed control of low orbit.
Then he helped the remaining Loyalists retake the Outer District of Tyreen Hive City.
Not long after, he reclaimed Goliath Hive City as well.
He had even defeated Grandfather Nurgle's angel there.
Now, he had brought the Corpse Emperor's lackeys to launch a massive counteroffensive, determined to erase Grandfather Nurgle's blessings completely.
"My lord."
A sticky voice rang out.
The Grand Sorcerer of the Cult of Prophets walked to Woll's side, panting.
Blessed by Nurgle, he possessed a bloated body.
A tall pointed hat decorated with brass flies sat atop his head, exposing only his scabbed-over mouth.
His swollen belly swayed as he walked, occasionally spraying pus.
"How did the ritual go?"
"Has the omnipotent Grandfather Nurgle—the God