Memories surfaced in Boss Slick's mind. When he left the hidden place, he had made a wish, trading his chance to ascend to godhood for a single possibility—godfall.
Gods who had once been eternal could now fall.
"If I want ya dead, yer gonna die!" Boss Slick roared, slamming Slaanesh's head into the ground again.
The impact was so violent that the back of Slaanesh's skull caved in completely. Blood sprayed outward from Slaanesh's head, forming a vast, bloody circle.
"Hehehehe... hehehe..." With that head still pinned to the ground, Slaanesh's lips curled higher, the laughter growing even more delighted.
"It's useless, useless. Gods are immortal! You can't kill me! Your impotent rage only makes you look weak and inept."
Boss Slick's hand was pushed away completely. Slaanesh stretched out a neck and looked at him from a grotesque angle, saying sinisterly, "Now it's my turn."
In realspace, an Ork planet was under invasion by the fleet of the traitor legion, the Thousand Sons. The Chaos Fleet had secured an overwhelming advantage, routing the Orks' defensive fleet and launching an all-out assault on the planet.
The battle had proved harder than Magnus expected. He had committed almost the entire Thousand Sons fleet just to gain the upper hand.
Two months earlier, this Ork planet had still been a relatively weak, savage world, where feral Orks fought one another with mostly melee weapons. Yet two months later, Ork warships were rising from its surface in an endless stream!
The moment Magnus's Thousand Sons fleet entered the star system, it came under attack from the local feral Ork fleet. Then Warp passages kept opening, and Screw Clan fleets poured through in an unending stream, striking the Thousand Sons fleet relentlessly.
Had he not previously deceived the Great Devourer, turning vast numbers of