Nazareth's blade cleaved men and horses alike, as neither could halt his charge forward. Even when his blade nearly missed an enemy slave, a shot of red photons pierced their head, making their body drop.
The tide of battle, once stagnant from the previous hour, changed with Nazareth's arrival and the destruction of order within the Great Houses' ranks. Jill and her Kriegmen, standing atop the fighting pits' roof, periodically shot downwards as more and more freed slaves pushed towards the chaos of battle.
With each swipe of Nazareth's blade, men flew into the air as he pushed into their defensive lines. Each time he swung his sword, the line of defenders fled and broke, as his sword left none alive in its wake.
Oznak, previously at the rear of the battle, had rushed forward when he watched Nazareth plunge into the chaos of battle. With a simple killing of the enemy's commander and god, this rebellion would end. Oznak's confidence reached its peak as he and his guards rushed into the fray, where Nazareth's sword slew the slaves of the Great Houses.
Oznak and his group were on horseback as they charged into the fray. Allied and enemy slaves alike were brutally cut as Oznak neared Nazareth's opening, which appeared every time his sword sliced apart the enemy.
Nazareth's eyes, covered in the blood of his enemies, looked at the charging Oznak and his guards with happiness as Oznak's lance came directly upon Nazareth before, in a blur of motion. Oznak's horse reared to the sky as a dragon's head came crashing downwards, engulfing the commander and his horse.
Nazareth, hidden beneath Cain's head, let out a huff as Oznak's guards stared in fear while the dragon's head looked at the group of guards.
With Cain's sudden intervention, the tide within the pit broke as freed slaves roared once again against their enemy slaves. Bodies met steel as freed slaves threw themselves at the defenders, weapons and armour discarded within the fray.
Nazareth, still under Cain's enormous body, watched the scene of eager slaves throwing themselves to their deaths. A thought of religious zeal for himself made a chill run down his spine as he stood within the crammed pit. However, it didn't feel tight to Nazareth, as neither allied nor enemy slaves dared to get too close to a god of battle.
Seeing the battle for the pit being firmly placed within the freed slaves' hands, the commanders and officers from the Great Houses that hadn't followed Oznak's overconfident charge into the mouth of a dragon began to retreat, leaving behind their slaves as time-savers.
Nazareth watched the battle come to an end as, from behind, came a procession of sorts — significantly and greatly armed soldiers with Karl at the centre. As the procession came to a halt, the centre opened as Karl strode forward.
The blood of his previous battles still marred his equipment as his plasma gun let out a long hiss. Karl, without any prompting, knelt on one knee as he shouted through his mask:
"Welcome, Lord Nazareth!"
The procession also knelt at the end of Karl's sentence as the slaves fighting at the front shouted distant but loud prayers and happiness at their god's arrival.
Jill and her Kriegmen, still standing on top of the fighting pits, watched as the enemies routed from the pits began to run back towards their defences within the Pahl Pyramid.
- Location - Yherizan's Pyramid -
Nazareth sat upon a throne of gold and black with a dragon's head, with a crusader's cross piercing its finely encrusted skull. Beneath his throne knelt Jill, Jurten, Karl, and the other Kriegmen within the city.
The room was deadly silent, as only the shouting of orders from beyond could disrupt the silence. A small dog was sprawled at the bottom of Nazareth's feet, whilst a dragon periodically hissed from behind the massed group.
Jurten, kneeling just opposite Jill, felt a pair of eyes bore into his head as he rose to meet his god's gaze.
Nazareth, seeing Jurten stand, spoke with a commanding tone:
"Jurten. How long until the Great Houses fall?"
Jurten's back seemed to instinctively straighten as he spoke to his god.
"My lord, given the soldiers' eagerness and with the help of the recruits, I believe the Great Houses will fall within the day."
As the final word left Jurten's mouth, a smile appeared upon Nazareth's face as he looked over at the still-kneeling Kriegmen.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Go capture those pyramids!"
With that statement, the Kriegmen stood and marched beyond the door, leaving only Jill, Cain (the German Shepherd) and Viserion within the room.
- Location - The Small Council of Astapor -
Within a room of exquisite artistic and economic importance, Jorah stood at its centre as gold-encrusted chairs and tables filled to the brim with gems reflected the golden light from the sun.
From behind Jorah came the marching of armoured soldiers as the doors to the room were pushed open, revealing Selmy Barristan at the helm with red plate armour and blood-like horns adorning his armour.
A hint of surprise arose within Jorah as Selmy, along with the newly arrived Khorne knights, charged at him. Jorah immediately drew his blade as his sword met Selmy's, and the screaming of metal emanated from both their blades.
"What is the meaning of this?"
Jorah roared at the sudden attack as the Khorne knights stood in a circle, watching the fight unfold.
"It's the blessing of a true god!"
Selmy roared as his blade pulled Jorah's sword from his hands.
Before Jorah could even react, Selmy's blade plunged into his stomach as an inhuman scream emanated from the dying man. Selmy's blade retracted from Jorah's stomach as the man slouched to the ground, and even more shrieks of pain and suffering echoed down the hall.
Jorah, however, clutching his stomach, started to mutate as his right arm became enlarged until, with an explosion of blood, a molecule-sharp blade as thick as Selmy himself emerged from the arm. With a quick swing, the bone sword cleaved the Khorne knights behind Jorah as Selmy and Jorah met blades once again.