"Useless trash!" From atop a rise, Losek watched Lucius's defeat through magic and could not help cursing. He had prepared such a perfect battlefield for Lucius, yet the fool had simply died!
Losek still vividly remembered Lucius's arrogant expression as he made his boasts. If not for their master's favor, how would he have dared speak to Losek that way?
Fortunately, Lucius's ability allowed him to be reborn in the person who killed him. Unless something went wrong, even his death counted as a success. Losek hoped there would be no surprises this time.
If Lucius was successfully reborn, Losek could seize the soul he forced out of the body.
Lucius's ability needed time to take effect, but Losek could find a way to speed it up. He put all his claws to work, tracing a Ritual Circle on the ground. Combat was not his forte; magic was.
Hols happily hopped onto Cheng Mingrui's shoulder, a Chaos Dreadnought's head still clamped in his mouth. Cute as Hols looked, he was actually a fierce fighter.
Lately, however, he had been feeling a little dejected. There had once been very few Heavy Nobs who could beat him, but now half of Cheng Mingrui's Slaughter Bosses could. His impure, mixed genes made him special, but they also locked in the limits of his growth.
Even the Daemons had been smashed through by the Waaagh! Nothing on this planet seemed capable of stopping his Green Tide anymore, and Cheng Mingrui felt a little bored.
He had wanted revenge on the Keeper of Secrets that had ambushed him, but apparently the creature had lost its nerve and no longer dared show itself. Cheng Mingrui was just about to call that a smart move. With his current strength, dealing with it would have been child's play.