Warhammer: Black Sword Oath

People from the Blood God Cult were killing people in the alley. A skinny fourteen-year-old kid walked out of the tin shack holding a sharpened steel pipe. Three cultists, one dragging an ax and two holding knives. He thrust the steel pipe into the inner thigh of the first man, rupturing his artery and spraying blood all over his face. Before the second one could react, the steel pipe had already penetrated his waist. The third one wanted to run away - the steel pipe penetrated his neck from behind. The child knelt down and dug through their pockets, taking away three coins and a tube of injections. Then he leaned against the wall and gasped, the blood on his face still drying. Six footsteps came from the alley. Neat, heavy, metal boot soles hit the stone bricks. Six black-armored giants blocked the entire alley, with shoulders as wide as the door frame of his shack. The one in the middle squatted down and looked down at him. His face is covered with old scars, stretching from the left forehead to the right jaw. "What's it called?" "Kahn." "What do you believe?" He swallowed the blood foam in his mouth and shouted—— "Emperor!" The recruiting officer stood up and waved his hand behind him. "Take away."