Black Blow Fly looked down the dead. Mephiston and Captain Darnath lay shattered at his boots. Daemon Princes swooped overhead casting down dead bodies upon the ever flowing sewage of death. The lesser daemons of Nurgle swarmed the ground reeking of rot and decay. Black Blow Fly held the warp horn to his bloated lips and blew a low vibrating throbbing note that signaled the beginning of the next attack phase.
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