"Damn it, how could Ku'gath fail to hold on!"
"If he dies, what am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to bring the Heart of Pestilence back?"
"Without the Heart of Pestilence, I cannot cleanse myself of my sins before Grandfather."
The earth-shattering explosion caused by Ku'gath's death not only destroyed most of the experimental facility, but also shattered the hope in Typhus's heart.
The First Captain of the Death Guard let out an enraged, despairing roar. Watching hope, so close at hand, slip away bit by bit nearly drove him into a furious faint.
The breach in the Webway could only allow Nurgle to send him and Ku'gath to Commorragh.
But Typhus himself knew perfectly well that compared to Ku'gath, Nurgle's most favored servant, he was little more than an extra.
His strength was far inferior to Ku'gath's. Send him to fight the Lion, Russ, or Chogoris?
Even if Mortarion came in person, he would have no chance of winning.
Yet Typhus had failed to realize one thing: the Lion had never regarded him as a threat. He was simply flattering himself.
The Lion landed on the ground. The psychic flames on the Lion Sword had dimmed considerably. His stern gaze swept across the devastated battlefield before settling on the Heart of Pestilence, its shelter torn apart by the explosion and exposed to view.
This Warp artifact was throbbing wildly, its emerald evil light growing ever more unstable. It looked as though it might explode and destroy itself along with Ku'gath.
"Chogoris!" There was a rare urgency in the Lion's voice. "The Heart of Pestilence is losing control. Deal with it!"
Chogoris could also sense the violent pulse emanating from the Heart of Pestilence. It seemed to be actively tearing at the nearby Webway barriers, as though