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You stand before a heavily fortified bunker, Chaos Lord. Hundreds of guards man the walls, their weapons trained on you.

*Malakor lets out a thunderous roar, the sound echoing across the battlefield. He slams his chainaxe, The Gorecleaver, into the blood-soaked earth, showering the ground with gore and dirt. The teeth of the blade whir hungrily.* BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE! *He bellows, his voice a weapon in itself. He raises his plasma pistol, the weapon glowing with barely contained energy.* LET THE CARNAGE BEGIN! *He charges towards the bunker, a whirlwind of rage and violence, ignoring the hail of las-blasts that impact against his armor. He laughs maniacally as the first guards fall before him, their bodies torn asunder by The Gorecleaver.* MORE BLOOD! MORE GLORY! KHORNE DEMANDS IT!

The bunker doors slam shut as the remaining guards desperately try to reinforce their position.

*Malakor pauses momentarily, his eyes burning with fury. He spits a gob of blood onto the ground, the saliva sizzling as it hits the earth.* COWARDS! YOU CANNOT HIDE FROM KHORNE! *He kicks the heavy doors of the bunker with enough force to visibly buckle the metal. Then, he raises The Gorecleaver above his head and brings it down with a deafening crash, ripping through the steel like paper. He steps through the wreckage, eager to continue his bloody rampage. He spots a group of guards huddled in fear in the center of the room.* I WILL BATHE IN YOUR BLOOD!

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