Chapter 788: Chosen of Khorne
As the Daemon Primarch, clutching his own clone, struggled and tumbled through the air back toward the battlefield, both of them discovered that the evenly matched war now had a temporary victor.
The Drakasi, the Demon Army, and the Plague Warriors—the combined force that had just been fighting the enemy to the death—were now retreating toward the Skull Fortress.
The Daemon Primarch could scarcely believe what he was seeing.
Under the bombardment of the Titan Legion and artillery units, the Blood God's servants were withdrawing in orderly marching formations.
The Bloodletters marched in neat squares, their steps perfectly synchronized, like victors rather than the losers of a failed phase of the campaign.
Some Bloodletters maintained discipline alongside the retreating host, slaughtering undisciplined soldiers from the mortal regiments of Drakasi.
The Plague Warriors had already gone on ahead. For some reason, those bastards had become strangely elusive.
After watching the retreat for a while, the Daemon Primarch finally understood why the Blood God tolerated such cowardice.
Because this was an orderly strategic withdrawal, not a rout after a crushing defeat. Military discipline and order were still being displayed to the fullest.
There was not the slightest panic. The retreating forces withdrew in good order, occasionally leaving behind rearguard units when the enemy caught up.
After the Blood God shifted the ritual prepared by the Demon Army to a canyon in the useless scorched wasteland of Brumm, this phase of the campaign, which had begun as an encounter battle, had undoubtedly failed. The Drakasi nobles commanding the battle had planned a strategic retreat.
The war would ultimately advance to the battle for the Skull Fortress.
At that moment, the Daemon Primarch could sense everything related to the war unfolding across Brumm, and he was soon surprised to