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FOR MY LORD SLAANESH, THE PRINCE OF PLEASURE!!!
FOR MY LORD NURGLE, MY GRANDFATHER NURGLE!!!
FOR MY LORD KHORNE, KING OF SKULLS!!!
LET FORTH THE PLAUGES!
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!
Oh, and those extra-galactic bugs, the Tyranids, they seem to be doing some damage to you as well. We already have influence with some of them, you know, our Genestealer Cults, and it keeps spreading among their Hive Fleets, and YOUR worlds, too. Of course, once we have done away with you, they will turn, and we'll just exterminate them as well.
Once He is dead for good, which won't be long now, your Corpse God's psychic barrier will fade out of exsistance, and then the real fun can begin!
I hear that the life support, the "Golden Throne" as you like to call it, of your weak pethetic excuse of a god is coming to an end, and your little Techpriests have no idea why it is failing or how to even fix the Gods dam thing. You really thought that stupid device's power would always be running FOREVER if you sacrificed a mere thousand souls a day, and that it would never need to be repaired, not that you could do anything about it anyways since only your Corpse God knew how to do so, and anyone else who did is dead.