The Tzeentch cultist spotted the giant in the crowd, and the vulture head behind his neck instantly shot upright, letting out an excited cry. Thousands of voices immediately rang through his mind.
"Release your flames! Burn him to ash!"
"Quick! Unleash the blaze! Melt him down!"
"..."
The Tzeentch cultist's blue eyes burned fiercely, and flames like dazzling laser beams shot toward Nimrod.
The Primarch took a great step forward to the left, then the instant his foot landed, stepped forward to the right.
The blue flames were like a water cannon, chasing Nimrod's zigzagging advance.
The Tzeentch cultist cared nothing for the deaths of the Mutants under him. Hundreds, even thousands of Mutants were swallowed by the blue fire, screaming miserably as they died in agony.
The vulture head let out another piercing cry, its beak jabbing hard into his bald head.
"Ah!"
The Tzeentch cultist cried out, the sound mingling pain with delight and pleasure.
Cracking sounds rang from his skull as a vulture head grew out of it, far shorter than the one on the back of his neck.
Another cry sounded, and the Tzeentch cultist's beak, the beak on his neck, and the beak on top of his head all opened at once.
Three pink torrents converged, weaving into a great net in the air and enveloping the giant as he rose into the sky.
Nimrod's pupils contracted. His "Warp Insight" caught something utterly different from what the naked eye could see.
He noticed that the flames sprayed from the beak at the Tzeentch cultist's neck were the deepest dark pink, positioned above.
The torrent at the lower left came from the beak on top of his head, pale pink in color.
The flames in the lower right were spat from the beak at his mouth,