The Bloodthirster roared, his bull-like face fixed on the formidable enemy before him. Scalding Greater Daemon blood dripped from his abdomen.
Facing him was a powerful Mind Flayer. Normally, any such Mind Flayer would have been enough to utterly destroy a small town, or a city without a legendary guardian.
But today, their opponents were Bloodthirsters. These terrifying beings, who cared nothing for reason and specialized in close combat, had drenched their massive axes in the blood of the spacefaring slavers.
"No, how could this happen..." The Elder Brain crawled from the wreckage of his raiding ship, softly murmuring to his god, pleading with his deity-Ilsensine, god of the Mind Flayers.
An Elder Brain possessed legendary power and could enslave an entire race through psychic might alone.
But today, the psychic power he took such pride in had failed against this daemon.
Failed completely.
Both sides could only trade damaging spells head-on. But for the Elder Brain, his advantages had become useless, while his weaknesses were magnified beyond measure. His spells had left a few wounds on the daemon; the injuries the Khorne Daemon inflicted were already enough to cut him into several pieces.
"You actually..."
The Bloodthirster answered with his massive brass axe. Without hesitation, he chopped off the Elder Brain's head, raised the tentacle-covered trophy high, and unleashed a roar of frenzied joy.
"Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!"
Two monsters faced off in the city's chaotic streets.
On one side stood a small mountain of rotting flesh. One hand held a rusty great cleaver bearing a holy symbol of three shapes arranged in a triangle; the other gripped a long, decaying iron chain. His bloated, round face wore a smile brimming with infectious delight. Around the mountain of flesh, a group of Nurgle