PS: Some readers might have found yesterday's chapter a bit strange, but please be patient—it's a necessary piece of groundwork.
War still raged over the Ruins City on the Kurgan Steppe.
Tamu Khan and the Plague Legion under his command drove into the midst of the two Warbands locked in battle, their advance slow yet utterly inexorable. At this moment, whether Khorne's Brass Warriors or Slaanesh's Desire Knights, all of them sensed that the outcome of this war was becoming illusory and obscure, as the mocking whispers of the Evil Gods rang through their minds, each murmur pointing to a completely different answer.
Chaos is an unfathomable existence, and so are its worshipers. Yet regardless, they all shouted the names of the gods they served, and chose to fight Tamu Khan's Plague Legion to the bitter end!
Tamu Khan, mounted upon his Toad Dragon, greeted this with contemptuous mockery.
High above the battlefield, the torrential rain began to change.
