Spilling blood on the ground is a sastisfying thing. Praising the Lord Khore in all it Glory. The warmaster was about to indulge in that too. But later. Â The remnant chaos marines had assembeld near the landingsite of the relive column of imperial forces that had come to the icy mainworld of the system. Successfully his brethren had contained the follower of the corpse emperor in their landingfield area. The nightlords also wereÂ effective Â inÂ subdueing almost all of the original garrison that defended the planet. A long war guerillia war of atrition had seen to that.Â
Now was the time to finish it! No, he corrected. It was the time to start it all! The Fall of Rausina, the Fall ofÂ the Reaches, the Fall of the Ultima Segmentum!
Being able to strike from the skies while bringing small amounts of troops in via the opening portal would culminate in a final scything everything living to lay it before the altar of the dark gods. What the eldar, tau and human who still had a puny presence on the planet did not know, the great streams of chaos, the mighty khorne, slannesh, nurgle and tzeench had combined their might and send there heresy battlefleets to make sure they all could use the portal that Rausina was. Only a thin line of light was keeping the chaos undivided from achieving total victory!