The first to give in were the demon mages of Tzeentch. The conspiracy witch from the Ural Tribe quickly realized something was amiss. Screaming, she led her Tzeentch demon mages swiftly from the battlefield, leaving the Tzeentch fanatics behind. Within a few minutes, the last Tzeentch cultist melted away in Nurgle's pus stream.
"For the love of the benevolent father!" Tamu Khan spewed rotting flesh from his bloated, ulcerated mouth, raising his War Axe: "Advance!"
"For the benevolent father!"
"Praise Nurgle!"
The yellow-green turbid torrent swept across the battlefield. Now, the weak and cowardly had no choice but to flee, their pitiful and timid appearance amused the Evil God, whose laughter echoed gleefully across the chaotic battlefield.
Currently, blocking Tamu Khan's path were Sargass the Void, the champion of Slaanesh, and his Desire Knight brigade, along with the Khorne Champion Haka and his Khorne's Brass Chosen Warriors.
