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In but a single decade, a few mere swipes of the pendulum, we have gathered a sacrifice to Khorne that will be made legend.
Thought it was a simpler, weaker voice that illuminated me during my centuries upon the Judgement of Carrion...it was Khorne's messenger who showed me the true path of freedom from our pathetic corpse-Emperor.
And what is this path? This meaning, this purpose to which we gather the skulls of our foes?
It is nothing.
There is no meaning, no purpose.
We murder. We kill.
It is mindless savagery. This universe if MINDLESS.
In mere hours, billions will die. Innocent. Guilty. Strong and weak. Honest and deceitful. ALL of them.
They will scream, they will burn, and for no purpose but that the mighty Khorne may revel in their bloodshed.
And united in this void of purpose, fear, or duty...we shall at long last be FREE!
Blood for the Blood God!
Skulls for the Skull Throne!
LET THE GALAXY BUUURN!