The Earthblood of Khorne V

Eight was the number of Khorne, and with each pull of the sacred cannon's trigger, eight burning shells emerged. 


No longer would these servants of Khorne be cursed with petty slaughter. Now the fire of Khorne's wrath spoke freely from rotating mouths.


Once mere rampagers and renegades, now given new purpose and order by their Lord. Khorne suffers not the weak in the realms of Chaos. 


Each must earn their place in the His ranks.


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