Outside Brumm, the Plague Fleet battling the Golden Crusade's main fleet in the void had entered its most critical state.
Taifon sat upon the Command Throne, using his Psychic Power to survey the entire battlefield.
Then he saw that the opposing fleet had employed no adaptive tactics, no combat formations. It simply fired upon the Plague Fleet while closing in as much as possible.
They were even dropping ground troops onto Brumm while the Void War was still underway.
Even Taifon found it difficult not to feel that his Plague Fleet had been underestimated, but it was equally difficult for him not to think that his fleet should not have been underestimated.
The Plague Fleet had already lost many warships in its previous wars. Though it had later received many replacements, it was still far smaller than the Golden Crusade's main fleet.
"Damn it!"
"I just can't figure out how those bastards built so many warships!"
"Can they get warships through the Warp too?"
Taifon rose from the Throne. His hollow armor made empty clanging sounds with every step, while the Nurglings growing from his tumors let out shrill, babbling roars of protest.
The adjutants on the command deck all fell silent.
Then one who had risen from Plague Sorcerer to become Taifon's adjutant spoke. "If we could be friends with one of the Blood God's Greater Demons capable of forging weapons or warships, perhaps we wouldn't have to wait on a Plague Planet for warships to be dragged into the Warp and drift near the planet."
"Unfortunately, the Greater Demons we know are either hopelessly stupid or naive enough to want to be friends with the enemy," someone else added.
Laughter immediately erupted across the bridge.
Everyone recalled those foolish Greater Demons under the Benevolent Father who loved to