After the Blood Wolf finished drinking, strength seemed to surge through his entire body. He spread his arms, his razor-sharp wolf claws gleaming with Khorne's blessing, then slammed them together against the deadwood cage. The whole cage shook.
His lupine eyes flashed, as though his entire body had undergone a transformation.
The moss and deadwood around him made him uncomfortable, and the foul stench in the air set every hair on his body on edge. All he wanted now was to break out, kill the Plague Marine before him, and drink every drop of the fine wine in that huge vat.
Khorne's crimson blessing still protected him. If he fought his way back from Nurgle's domain to the Brass Throne, Khorne would surely look upon him with considerable favor.
"Disease Brewer, your special concoction doesn't seem to have done much."
"What do you mean, not much? It hasn't done anything. This is genuine wine from the material world." The Disease Brewer patted the enormous brewing vat behind him. This sacred vessel could simulate any fermentation environment inside it, including a purely material one.
It was just that, once the wine was taken out, a little plague had attached itself to its aroma.
"Then the point of this is..."
"Patience. This is only the beginning... Here they come."
"The fellows from the Fifth Company are here. They said their family members were a little..." Before the Chaos Warrior reporting in could finish, a pack of Rustfallen charged madly toward the Blood Wolf.
The Rustfallen were specialized Nurglings that the Forces of Nurgle used against machinery. Wherever these little gray creatures went, steel rusted and machine spirits fell into confusion. They were weapons designed specifically to counter the Imperium's large armored formations.
They were Grandfather's latest creation, and "family members" whom the