Kundraka charged up the dark stone stairs of the pump house, hoping he had chosen the right path.
The battle at the entrance was already over. The human defenses had been completely shattered, especially after Ur's squad seized the sewage plant's central controls. They had lost any chance of making a last stand.
Some fled into the nearby woods, but that was a dead end—the entire area was basically under Ork control.
Others retreated into the wastewater plant's pipes. Most of them were Green Devils who had come from the city to reinforce the defenders, but Kundraka had already told Ur to find a way to flood the pipes. Those bastards would not survive either.
The last group was more mysterious and cunning. They had not retreated, and they were Kundraka's primary target.
Nine Court Guards followed behind their leader, ready to carry out their mission.
But the sight before them soon brought them all to a halt.
As a defensive strongpoint at the wastewater entrance, the interior of the pump house had been completely transformed. Rows of iron grates had been smashed to pieces, and filthy blood flowed across the brick floor.
A cluster of orange-yellow bonfires burned amid the broken grates. A group of strange robed figures stood at the edge of the flames with their arms outstretched, chanting something in bizarre, constantly rising and falling voices.
A figure wearing a horned helmet and a long blood-red cloak led them.
He extended pale, vein-covered hands with long fingers from his sleeves. With every gesture, the chanters changed their words and volume, as though he were an ominous conductor leading a blasphemous choir.
The flames leaped with each of his gestures.
Kundraka knew this was the one they were looking for, and these were also the troublemakers Guk had