"If that's the case, then it's going to be a real problem. But speaking of which, how many more heads do you need to qualify for a prisoner? I feel like that might be even less likely."
The Chaos Marauder patted his shoulder.
"Well, counting my idiot son, I only need one more head, so there's still some hope. Oh, and they're Elf women at that. I'm looking forward to this." Although he was a Khorne Cultist, no one had said Khorne Cultists couldn't do things humans enjoyed.
Bill slightly displayed the skulls beside him. Three of them were skulls he had obtained from his son.
Clearly, the claim that this man had never killed anyone was somewhat dubious.
And if one knew Bill's true situation, one would know that his son really had never killed anyone. It was just that "killing" here referred specifically to massacring civilians.
"Don't think about it so much. Those wenches aren't easy to deal with. We might already be down before we even charge over." As he spoke, the Chaos Marauder lowered his head and glanced at his waist.
A ring of skulls hung around his waist as well, but there was still room for about four more.
"Damn, why don't I have an idiot son?"
"There's something happening. The fellows on Tzeentch's side seem to have detected magical fluctuations. This fog may be the work of those Elves. Stay alert." Just then, a roar burst from the ship.
It belonged to a Chaos Warrior clad in full-body Plate Armor.
On closer inspection, one would discover that the material of the Plate Armor was not actually metal. It looked more like horn or bone.
A Chaos Warrior's armor was not truly armor. It was something that had "grown" on them. If it failed to