How Many Times Did You Secretly Practice to Get This Skilled?

The hooded Nurgle Space Marine continued denouncing the Imperium's atrocities. The strange sound produced by his wet, phlegm-choked throat made Kaiser Whitefang feel sick and uncomfortable.

Naturally, no one present was in the mood to listen to a walking vat of plague meat give a speech. Wodhaus calmly swept his psychic eye over the foul brewing pool and discovered bone-pale eggshells beneath its reflective waters.

What were these things?

Wodhaus had a bad feeling. He suddenly recalled what he had witnessed while fighting in the underground research facility of the T'au Empire.

[They may have the assistance of Reflection Warriors.]

Kaiser Whitefang was also taken aback by Wodhaus's psychic message. How had these Nurgle-worshipping traitors become connected to the Reflection Warriors produced by the T'au Empire's research facilities?

Kaiser Whitefang remembered Lin Fan telling him that the one who created the Reflection Warriors was a Drukhari Haemonculi named Amalaga. So these traitors were colluding with xenos as well?

A gunshot interrupted the Nurgle warrior's endless complaints and accusations. The bolt round aimed at his head was deflected by the plague wind swirling around him, ultimately striking his breastplate.

A small hole was gouged through the rust-covered armor. Before the bolt round's secondary detonation fuse could activate, it was disrupted and disabled by corrosive power.

"The Space Wolves truly are a rude lot..." As he sighed, a Nurgling leaped onto his shoulder and handed him a yellow bell. "Since you have no intention of listening to Grandfather's teachings, we can only use force to make you submit. Once you kneel devoutly beside the brewing pool and take a lovely drink, you will understand Grandfather's boundless generosity! Then you will be grateful for Brother Gegula's hospitality."

"You really are disgusting! Even if I drank too much, I wouldn't slur my words as