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<span class="mu-i">"I-hiii.. I he-aaa...hear music."</span>
"As do I." Concurred the midget.
Their bodies are still warm. It's perfect.
<span class="mu-i">"Deform them."</span>
"As you wish, Chosen One! Oh ho ho! Jolly idea! Jolly idea! COME ON YOU LOT! LABOR!"
The Chosen wills it.
Their bodies shall be broken, the limbs snapped. Throw them into a pile and incinerate the flesh into ashes with dark fire. These bonfires will burn on the bodies, using their Death as fuel. Death creates Kegare and spreads it. Kegare culminates. We burn a firepit of bodies as the bricks, we create Demons from the mass. The Daemass, is what it is called. Those who died can serve us and the Khanate as well, even if they don't want to. Using what has been taught to us, we can create pillars with these flames and nascent Demons.
Flames are gates, through which the Rot shall pass freely.
<span class="mu-s">FIRST HOUR OF CARNAGE.</span>
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Kloa was cut off. There was only two ways in through the traps. The left, and the right. This city was populated by over five million people. The primary means of transportation was the metro lines, running in and out of the Siran region, to other parts of Shengesia. And now, they were all taken over, used as the trojan for the reckoning. The roads were little traveled by automobile, but now they'd be shut down. Each semi, placed strategically in just the right place, blowing up the tankers full of rot precisely. Not even cars would protect them from it. The roads would be stopped up, but not enough to prevent entry completely.
No, after all, once they finished here with most of them, they could expect the response. The new victims.
But it had to be done before then. Daddy told his Chosen that. So, there was no time for dallying. No time to allow the Wei to mount their significant response. True, there was perhaps a few of their flying dropships of the line around. The Chosen couldn't let there be a lot, could he? No... because then, that would be interference.
And nothing can interfere with the construction effort.
If all things went right today, this region would be black.
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<span class="mu-i">"Fff...hu-h-hhr... W... Why them?"</span>
"It just gets me to wondering is all, my... My Chosen!" The dwarfish Cultist began; "Why the Inebriates? The fat oafs... lumbering shit for brains. They'll melt all the good bodies with their gruel, their concentrated shits and farts for drink. They'll melt it all to soup. So how then? How we will construct a Necrotower, with no suitable corpses? Why the Inebriated?"
<span class="mu-i">"Be...Because... h... have you ever-ev how... have you ever felt the bottle smash agains-t your skull? H-Have you ever?"</span>
"Well... no..."
<span class="mu-i">"Well... I w-want... I want you... to FEEL IT! I want YOU ALL TO FEEL IT."</span>
"A... Ahh... I see."
<span class="mu-i">"H-haa-h-and if they try melting too many... j-just... shoot them. Kill them too. Myhh. And add them."</span>
"Oi... That really a g-good idea now? Just go killin' each other all willy nilly? Aren't we supposed to be... you know! In this together?"