"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Look what strange thing I found?"
The Necron clad in the red robes of the Adeptus Mechanicus swung the Omnissiah Staff in his hand, flicking aside the Tyranid corpse blocking his way.
Amid the green slime mold carpeting the ground, the corpses of Neurogaunts lay limp as the Necron kicked them aside. Rotten, sludge-like matter flowed from the holes drilled through the bugs by boreguns.
Trazyn the Infinite's avatar looked up, stepping across the thick carpet of green fungal mats. The slime blanket formed jointly by Greenskins, Tyranids, and the Warp felt soft beneath his feet, provided one ignored the biomass soup constantly bubbling out of the green stuff.
"Who... are you?"
An indistinct mumble came from ahead, from before a half-collapsed Greenskin Stompa. In front of that pile of Greenskin junk, modified beyond recognition, a green Space Marine almost blended into the surroundings as he slumped on the ground.
Of course, he had not wanted to be slumped there. Trazyn simply wanted him incapacitated—and so this unlucky Chaos Space Marine had been incapacitated.
Such was Trazyn the Infinite's strength! Though this body was merely one of Trazyn's splinters—the main body was still conducting a strategic retreat with the Underking in the rear—the "Pray to the Underking Automatic Blackstone Activation System" installed within it still possessed tremendous military value.
Hadn't he just casually flattened a Chaos boy?
"You ignorant fool who has fallen to Chaos—I am the Infinite Emperor! The warrior who made the final attempt to save the Necrontyr! The Imperium of Man's eternally radiant foreign king! And Trazyn, Underking Hades's most sincere good-for-nothing friend!!!"
Apparently, the word Underking immediately sent the fat fellow before Trazyn into a brief fainting spell. But moments later, Typhus woke again, looking utterly shocked.
"Tra... Trazyn?"
"At your service!"
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