Gulgolad Forge World.
The tattooed Count Jando Skolevok looked up at the sky as Night Lords warships rapidly departed orbit.
He knew that Jago Sevatarion and the other lords of the Night Bat Council already considered him dead. His sole mission was to hold back the Shadow of Order for as long as possible and drain their strength.
Skolevok's lips curled as he stroked the black leather.
The Daemon would take him away.
He turned to the millions of mutants and said, "You are free. Enjoy the revelry."
Geblaro's cannibals howled excitedly and were the first to move.
They opened their huge mouths full of sharp fangs, their crimson tongues stretching out to taste the air.
Hiss—
One Geblaro cannibal moved first, pouncing on a collapsed building.
His wooden club rapidly raked through the rubble, sending trash tumbling down with loud clatters.
He reached in with a huge hand and dragged out a cowering woman.
The woman stared in terror at the round, bloated monster, trembling all over.
Smack!
A long tongue slapped across the woman's face, mucus dripping down.
The Geblaro cannibal opened his bloody maw and bit down on the woman's neck.
As the cannibals dug out Gulgolad's survivors and feasted, the Toruk, the dim-witted cousins of the Ogryn, finally reacted.
They bellowed and scattered in all directions, gathering around the furnaces.
One Toruk stretched out a thick arm and pounded its fist against a steel shell.
He grinned stupidly, flexed both arms, hoisted the furnace, and broke into a wild run.
Skolevok stepped onto the Temple terrace and watched the malformed creatures vanish from sight before turning his gaze toward the heavens.
Countless black dots drew ever closer. Dense formations of Troop Transports, Assault Boats, and Gunships descended from the sky.
Skolevok's eyes narrowed as he fixed