The contest between Raldoron and Crozius had been decided. The Death Guard had half his body severed, yet he still stubbornly clung to vigorous life.
The filth of the Warp prevented him from dying, like a tenacious bacterium that could never truly be killed.
The Nurglings shrieked as they charged forward, using their own bodies to cover the Death Guard's retreat. No matter how many Nurgle daemons Raldoron killed, more kept rushing in to stop him.
Amid the collective cries of countless Nurglings, a gigantic mountain of rotting flesh, at least twenty to thirty meters tall, slowly emerged onto the battlefield. An incomparably powerful Warp presence radiated endless malice.
"Is that... a Great Unclean One?"
He knew of the terrifying plan Roboute Guilliman had devised on Macragge. Guilliman had used Blackstone to summon and enslave Warp daemons, extracting little-known intelligence from them.
Such as the distribution of forces within the Warp, the basic information on the various powerful Chaos Gods, and the forces under their command.
The Great Unclean One was a servant of the Plague God who ruled disease and death within the Warp.
Raldoron spoke slowly as his battle-brothers gathered around him. They had been on the verge of gaining the upper hand and crushing the enemy, but the traitors who had turned to the Warp had once again brought in outside assistance.
They were always like this. Whenever the situation worsened, they called upon the power of The Empyrean to achieve their goals.
The moment the Great Unclean One entered the material universe, it unleashed violent poison gas and plague. Swathes of mortals fell dead at a single sighing roar from it, whether they were loyal auxilia or Death Guard auxilia.
Mortals could not exist alongside such foul beings. Their souls, wills, and bodies were corrupted in