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Nalgath chanted as the ritual continued, his green armour deforming to his will, runes of power formed from the distended organs as if my unseen hands. Those around him watched as they heard the chanting draw to a close. The spell was about to be invoked. A screech of energy burned the ears of those within range. The daemon was cast into the mortal form of Nalgath.
As he opened his eyes, a blur of colour presented itself. It took a few moments before Nalgath's normal vision returned. The uneasy silence between those under his command was broke as Nalgath struggled to translate the daemon's commands into a language that the Plague Marines around him could understand. "We shall destroy the Imperium from the inside. Indeed, the Emperor is dead, and we shall destroy the Imperium by destroying the idea of the Emperor!" uttered Nalgath as the daemon within him took greater control.
Nalgath stepped forward, his motion was liquid beneath the armour. Those around him could feel the aura of the power he could wield. Indeed it was a powerful daemon that inhabited Nalgath's body. As one of his charges shifted slightly, Nalgath's daemonic sense's twitched within his head. "My senses are keener then they could ever be as a normal mortal" deemed Nalgath as he turned to face Champion Dyral. "I also sense you are uneasy, Dyral!" as he watched a stream of yellow puss slowly travelled down his face from an open wound. "I am, I'm not used to be being in the presence of one as powerful as you." replied Dyral.
"You have not seen anything yet, Dyral, I am nothing compared to the Greater One!" Nalgath's voice trembled as he spoke. As they made their way through the twisting cave system, they could hear low dim of battle some distance ahead of them. Nalgath knew what had transpired, an Imperial recon picket had discovered the Thunderhawk that still lay on the surface. In the darkness of the caves, the Plague Marines had the advantage, they knew the cave system well.
As they neared the surface, the sounds of bolters became almost deafening as the caves echoed the sounds. Breaking the surface, Nalgath could see the state of affairs. The Thunderhawk had not been touched, but a small force of World Eaters had begun attacking. Those that had been left, were to stand sentry. Nalgath reached deep within himself and as the first of the Berserkers saw their new foes, Nalgath's power had been unleashed. A stream of foulness and vile burning liquid covered the charging Berserkers. Two of them fell to the burning liquids whilst Nalgath cut down the nearest of the Khorne worshippers with ease with his massive plague sword.
Chain axes whirled in large arches as more of Khorne's disciples joined the fight with the Nurgle Sorcerer to only be slain. Several fell to the foul cloud of flies as they choked to death as the cloud engulfed them. Within minutes the battle was over. Despite terrible loses, the Plague Marines had slain their opponents with the sorcerer's help.