Time to change the fucking pace! Throw some COMPASSION AT THEM!
Use some honeyed words, a few sweet promises, offers of eternal life. All you need to do is put down those little primers, kneel before the Ruinous Powers, and pledge yourself to them.
Because do you think your soul will make it to the False Emperor, with some many daemons around, eager to snatch up those ethereal souls and play with them in the warp. Your only chance is to embrace Chaos. They have seen that it is far more powerful then the Corpse on the Throne. Why else could such a small band destroy an entire convoy without breaking a sweat?
The first one to accept, give something spiffy to. Your bolt pistol, actually. Cause who fucking needs a pussy pistol when you have the power of RIP N TEAR!