*Moments after entering the destroyed walls*
Miracus: so brother Issac once we've completed this mission and conquer this planet it will become ours and produce more toxins along with hosting armies for future conquest, in short my plague brother this will become our new base of operations.
*The two have been walking for 5mins expecting immediate resistance from enemy forces but so far none have yet came.*
Issac: strange is it not? We have not yet encountered enemy forces, did our brethren manage to keep them occupied?
Miracus:*noting that it was odd no one yet came towards them and attacked* maybe so brother
I would not expect the enemy to hold out much longer, perhaps our brethren truly defea-
*Five bolter rounds were fired hitting Miracus in the chest cutting him off from his sentence*
"Speak of the devil". *Issac spoke aiming his plague bolter at the enemy's direction*
*Soon shouts and warcry could be heard from a distance, it was the Cameroon knights wearing typical mediaeval armour although without their helms leaving their faces exposed with scars and bandages around them.
The one whom fired the shot was teenager his appearance wise had blond hair blue eyes and specs of moustache on him, in Isaacs eyes this kids age was probably around 14-16 judging from his face and height but Issac also noticed that the leader was missing his left arm likely amputated to avoid from spreading.
*Miracus spoke with a hint of annoyance in his voice* " oh for the love of- I was talking y'know!
*Sigh* it looks like the lucky shooter is their leader judging from his position being more Infront than the others."
*The thought of killing this kid and ending his life here and now entertained Issac yet something in his mind pulled him out of this thought process and began to think of a different way of Handling this poor soul.*
*Miracus readied his newfound weapon that was bestowed upon him by their leading commander,
It was a grenade launcher or atleast in vague appearance wise, having multiple eyes on the side of the barrel aswell as sharp crooked teeth on the back made it look more horrific than it should.*
Miracus: hahaha taste this the blessed gift of Nurgle!
*Miracus fired his launcher and hit the army that stuck close to each other causing an explosive combined with a green gas that caused their skins and lungs to rapidly deteriorate along with pure blindness to whose eyes are exposed to the gas creating panic and confusion amongst the remnant army*
*Issac contemplated on what to do with the leader, the leader in question is now stunned by what had just happened his forces are screaming in agonizing pain and others are on the floor convulsing as their lungs collapse from the toxic gases*
*Issac mused to himself* "I suppose it's better than the alternative.
*The leader of the Cameroon knights now seeing a plague Marine staring and moving towards him,
He tries to shoot but realised his bolter was empty, quickly grabbing another magazine from the small pouch he had on him taking out the empty mag and replacing it.
Just in time to see the plague Marine two steps away from him, without hesitation he aimed his bolter and emptied the mag right through him*
"W-what.." * was all he could say as to his horror the plague Marine stood unmoving*
*Issac looked down at the young leader thinking to himself that would hurt like hell but turns out it didn't, before speaking to the leader* "what is your name young soldier?"
"M-my name? You ask of my name?.."
"Um my name is John ramenson"
Issac: well john ramenson I'm glad we've gotten acquainted, now I would like to propose to you something, would you wish for us to end you and your mens suffering?
John: you who brought upon this suffering!
Issac: my my such fury but that kindle won't last, you misunderstood us john we do not seek to destroy but to offer the blessings of our god Nurgle to all life, if you join us you and your men here would no longer suffer you all will no longer feel pain or hunger or sadness but pure bliss and happiness.
John: you offer such a thing?! No way!
Issac: speak carefully john and look at your men
*John looks at his dying men many now unrecognisable yet still cling to life, many have their limbs blown off their faces burning away
He could not bear to leave them like this.*
Issac: this is your only salvation John you shall decide.
*John knelt on the ground looking at plague marines monstrous face*
John: fine I accept your offer for me and my men.
*Issac is filled with overwhelming joy as john and his men in mere moments would undergo a metamorphosis*
*Miracus stood watching the whole ordeal*
"I am pleased brother Issac you have made our Primark and Nurgle proud."