"++Zachary++"The Heretek Vox channel just went live"++I am currently sending both a couple of boxes and an explosive via the teleporter.The boxes are for you and Maxis to carry whatever you feel like,the explosive is to be triggered when you are ready for extraction,and not a moment before,for it will anhialate the entire building.Also, try to find out why Maxis Vox channel isnt working.Bossus out++" Not two seconds had passed,two boxes of a very large size materialized on the room,together with a sinister looking cilinder with a single button,and an icon depicting something that resembled wings.
Mukk'dun raised its head, as it looked around for something other than the boring, fluffy white things, or green floor. A rather large city peaked his interest, appearing on the horizon, which at that time, was the most interesting thing by far. The demon propped himself up using a nearby tree, and began to slowly drudge his way toward the city. As always, as brown trail followed him, as well as a trail of nurglings, eager to cause some sort of mischief.
"No voices in my head detected, negative! Negative!" It reported and it's camera-head turned around as it saw a roman legion walking up to the two. "Enemies detected, enemies detected! They are inferior! They have no chance! EXTERMINATE!" It turned around with it's whole body, aiming with it's exterminator-ray on the first row, shooting a single beam, which seemed to not harm them but caused the skeleton beneath skin and flesh to glow up. The man cried in pain and then dropped dead to the floor. "Extermination Counter - One." Delta announced, aiming on the next roman legionnaire, firing his Exterminator Ray again. "Extermination Counter - Two." The Dalek stopped and turned to Deadpool. "Let us make a game, who can kill more, wins. I have seen this game in a movie trilogy which is about extermination and genocide. I believe the humans called it 'Lord of The Rings'." *Beep Beep*
As the greater demon entered the grand city, his gaze fell upon a large building of white. A commotion seemed to have broken about, but that was probably mortal woes. All Mukk'dun knew was that he needed an emergency toilet to empty the contents of his bowels he was holding back. Quickening his pace, rotten flesh & brown stench trailed after him, as citizens and shop-keepers began to vomit from the sight and smell. The fruit on their stands turning bad and black by the second. The Nurglings, now hoisted upon the shoulders of the demon, had found it amusing to hurl the off-fruit at the dazed and sickly locals. The building of-course, being the Palace of the Roman Senate, was soon to be used a warp-thing's shit-stand.
Somewhere at the depths of his Battle Barge,Bossus contemplated an holografic simulation made from one of his memories.The memory of the moment when everything changed,when he became beyond him.A quick tap on his gauntlet closed the simulation as Bossus sensed someone aproaching. "Boreale...Do you have any interesting news?" Boreale noded and handed Bossus the status feed on Muk'Dur.Upon a quick glance,the gigantic black armored figure leaned slightly back,and Boreale knew he was smiling. "Most amusing indeed Indrick,let this continue.I am curious to see see what happens"
Kyle nodded, then turned back to the civilians cowering in the corner, "Last chance, Khorne or Death?"
The civilians,not understanding a word of what Kyle said,but noting the tone of authority on his voice,bowed before him,their foreheads touching the dust on the floor.
"Good," Kyle smiled, then distributed the Khorne Flakes to each of the civilians, who began eating it with milk immediately. The Khorne Beserker left, knowing that his God would enlighten the fools to his ways after they've finished their breakfast. Grabbing his dual chain axes, he heads to the giant arena nearby. Arriving at the massive arena, he looks for a way to go in and start killing people.
As Kyle enters the arena,his menacing look catches the eye of everyone in it.The crowd begins muttering,with the word Kyle heard before,"Mars" being the only thing he can understand. A group of six humans aproach the Khornate warrior,clearly looking to test their mettle.They are lightly armored,with only helms and a single shoulder guard.They all carry short swords,smaller than an astartes combat knife,excepting for the last,who carries a net and a trident.The crowd leans on their seats,eager to see if your skills match your apearance. "++Bossus here,from what i can see from your feed,these are gladiators,a concept you are familiar with i am sure.Keep defeating any they send your way,and only them,and not only you will be granted the audience,but you might just as well convert these rabble to your god.Bossus out++"
Kyle, raising his chainaxes, screamed into the air. "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE! MILK FOR MY KHORNE FLAKES!" and charged at the opposing warriors, both of the chainaxes whirling. Four of them dropped dead as the weapons cleaved their bodies into two, as the last two, struck by fear, began backing away. The one with the trident tossed his net at Kyle, who cut it apart with the chainaxe midair before bringing it down vertically on the gladiator's head. He turns to the last fighter, who spun and began running away. Kyle quickly caught him and, not using his weapons, ripped the human in half with his hands. "ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?" he questioned the roaring crowd as the blood began to flow and covered the arena floor.
