Imura chanted ancient spells, continuously drawing chaotic warp energy. Under the influence of excessive warp energy, his body rapidly swelled and transford into a grotesque form. The sorcerous disc beneath his feet emitted a dazzling indigo evil light.
"You fools—do you really think the Naless One can stand against the Lord of Change, who possesses supre wisdom and power?"
"Today I will show you how terrifying the power of the Lord of Change truly is!!"
The Thousand Sons sorcerer waved his staff. The battlefield's space shattered like glass, and countless teleportation portals appeared. Innurable evil monsters poured out and attacked Titus and his comrades.
There were living books with wings and fangs that roared, filled with blasphemous knowledge—the re sound of which caused intense pain. There were robed, twisted scholars with horrifying appearances who chanted spells while walking with eerie steps. All were lost souls obsessed with the pursuit of truth and knowledge, corrupted by evil power and transford into terrifying monsters.
So daemons sat on discs, continuously spewing countless flas that burned everything in their path while shouting malevolent words incomprehensible to humans. Red Corsair warriors appeared silently with chanical steps from the teleportation portals, launching countless projectiles wreathed in magical fla. There were also several huge, hideous, flesh-covered, modified hell-beasts.
The battle intensified instantly. Both sides collided fiercely, plunging the entire battlefield into chaos.
Imura had fallen completely into madness. Sacrificing souls, he continuously drew energy from the warp and summoned reinforcents to overwhelm Titus's Ultramarines. No matter the cost, he would stop the Aurora device to atone for his mistake.
During the fierce fighting, a magical fireball struck the flagpole of the 2nd Company's battle standard. The tal pole lted and collapsed, and the banner fell to the ground.
"For Ultramar! For the Naless Ones!"
Titus roared and charged toward the fallen banner. As he approached, he swung his sword. The sharp blade traced a lethal arc, cutting the cultist who tried to desecrate the company banner in half.
Titus sheathed his power sword, bent down, picked up the battle standard, and raised it high. The flag fluttered once again above the battlefield.
"Soldiers of the 2nd Company," Titus said, holding the battle standard in one hand and a bolter in the other, "for the Naless Ones and for Guilliman, make this our boundary line. Do not retreat one step."
Cairon and Gadriel ran to Titus's sides, forming a triangle and firing concentrated explosive volleys at the enemy. Ultramarines gathered around Titus, forming the solid mountain formation Astartes favored most. The company's think tank deployed shields to minimize enemy long-range firepower. Brave soldiers stepped forward to the front lines, using chanical shields and heavy armor to protect their comrades behind while providing fire support.
In the fierce battle, warriors fell one after another, returning to the Emperor. Yet Titus and his n did not retreat a single step. They stood firm without fear.
As the situation grew increasingly unfavorable, a terrifying roar ca from the entrance of the underground ruins. The wall was forcibly blasted open. Countless fragnts flew in all directions, and the sound of tearing was ear-piercing.
Amid smoke and dust, a figure slightly larger than a Terminator stepped onto the battlefield with ground-shaking strides.
The newcor was none other than Calgar. He had received a ssage from the stars and rushed to provide support. Behind him followed Captain Acheran, the remaining soldiers of the 2nd Company, and the Laurel-wreathed Honour Guard.
Calgar wore oversized power boxing gloves—a gift from Roboute Guilliman, taken from a Chaos champion. These giant gauntlets, nicknad "Titan-Slaying Fists," were designed to punch holes in enemy lines. However, the huge boxing gloves also caused problems in daily life—using the toilet, turning doorknobs, or picking up small objects beca difficult.
Calgar led the Honour Guard in an attack to support Titus.
Tzeentch daemons were blown to pieces by the gunfire he unleashed. Crimson warriors in indigo armor were completely helpless against his giant fists and were shattered into countless fragnts.
Their arrival relieved the pressure on Titus's group. Imura let out a despairing cry. He understood that Calgar's arrival had completely ruined his plan. In his current state, breaking through Titus's defense, destroying the Aurora device, and closing the warp rifts was absolutely impossible.
The only solution was to try to reverse the fate of the giant obelisks scattered across the world—converting them from amplification subspace to suppression subspace to form a psyker-dead zone. It would take ti, but it could close the warp rifts.
Imura felt ironic when he thought about what he was about to do. In the past, he had tried every ans to open warp rifts, connect to the ever-changing realm, and summon Tzeentch's legions. Now their mission was to close the warp rifts by any ans necessary and stop the King of Absurdity's invasion.
This was truly a reversal of natural order!
"Retreat…"
The Thousand Sons sorcerer shouted, then turned and left the battlefield. Many daemons and traitors left with him. Without Imura's support, the teleportation portals quickly collapsed, scattering into streaks of light and vanishing without trace.
So unlucky daemons and traitors who could not escape were surrounded by Imperial forces and beca targets of massacre.
After the battle, Calgar walked across the scorched battlefield, paying no attention to the burnt limbs and severed corpses scattered everywhere. He approached Titus with a satisfied expression.
"Titus, I have learned what you have done. Honestly, I am very satisfied."
"Thank you for your evaluation, Chapter Master," Titus said. "How is the Naless Lord's condition?" Calgar asked about the matter he cared about most.
Titus turned and looked at the rift spewing eerie light.
"He has led his army into the ever-changing world and left us here."
Hearing this, Calgar took a step forward, intending to enter the warp rift himself.
"My lord, that is too dangerous." The laurel-wreathed guards tried to persuade him.
"It's fine. There are only strangers inside, so it's not that dangerous."
Calgar's voice was resolute, and his steps did not waver.
"Today we will plant the Imperium's double-headed eagle banner in this ever-changing realm and let those abominable daemons know that tis have changed."
The Honour Guards could not persuade him and had no choice but to follow. They cleared the way, shooting down stray daemons one after another.
Accompanied by the guards, Calgar pierced through the warp rift and charged into the ever-changing realm.
On the other side of the rift, the battle was equally fierce.
Datch, who had used points to unleash the Emperor's ultimate form, led a massive cursed legion in an attack on the Lord of Change's Crystal Palace. anwhile, Tzeentch's daemon army fought bravely to stop the King of Absurdity's advance.
"Taste despair! In the na of Heaven, I will destroy you!" Datch roared.
With one swing of his sword, a brilliant blade of light was released, destroying daemons and traitors blocking his path one after another.
The Emperor Warrior in ultimate form possessed incomparably high combat power and was the absolute embodint of light. The Aurora Sword in his hand carried the will of Heaven, and its destructive power was astonishing. Even greater daemons could not withstand several attacks. Most importantly, he could forcibly reverse ever-changing situations and reshape them into the form he desired.
Behind Datch, Skarbrand, the Masque of Slaanesh, and many others fought bravely to destroy Tzeentch's daemon army.
Doom, holding Judgent in one hand and the super shotgun in the other, slaughtered daemons like a madman. The massive cursed legion relentlessly bombarded the enemy, massacring every daemon in sight.
The other three Chaos Gods reacted quickly and sent their daemon legions to support Tzeentch, preventing him from being completely overwheld by the Emperor and the Lord of the Cursed's combined forces.
Khorne's legions poured out from rifts in the sky. Their arrival instantly covered the battlefield in an indelible layer of blood rust. The vampires' charge was no longer chaotic; instead they ford wedge-shaped attack formations, attempting to break the cursed legion's lines. Eight floating fortresses made of skulls and brass appeared in the sky. Blood cannons mounted on the fortresses fired downward at the battlefield.
Wherever Nurgle's legions advanced, thick pus seeped from the ground and mountain-sized plague mushrooms began to grow. Nurgle's daemons pushed forward rusted plague cauldrons filled with thick plague soup made from ingredients such as "despair" and "pain." Anything the soup touched—flesh or armor—would rapidly rot.
Amid enchanting, almost maddening lodies, Slaanesh's secret keepers gracefully road the battlefield, cutting down cursed warriors one after another.
Calgar stepped onto the battlefield. He was clearly shocked by the terrifying chaos but quickly regained his composure. He set his sights on the magnificent Crystal Palace, intending to plant the Imperial flag there and show the Chaos Gods the power of humanity.
"Advance—for the glory of humanity!"
Calgar used his gauntlets to slam incoming grotesque monsters into the ground, scattering colorful fragnts.
"Raise the battle standard. Break into that palace and tell the gods that humanity is no longer what it once was."
The honor guards roared and gathered around Calgar. They tore through daemons and traitors trying to block their path like a red-hot knife cutting through butter.
After fierce fighting, Calgar and his n successfully reached their destination. The Honour Guards scattered in all directions and began fighting the enemy. Calgar awkwardly carried the flag to the top of the Crystal Palace.
"For the Emperor! For the Naless Ones! For Guilliman and Ultramar!"
After confirming the battle standard was visible across the entire battlefield, Calgar roared and thrust the flagpole into the ground. The double-headed eagle banner fluttered and rustled.
This action shook the entire ever-changing world—not taphorically, but physically. Centered on the flag, golden concentric shockwaves suddenly spread outward. Wherever the shockwaves reached, the ground trembled.
This was the conceptual pillar of the Human Imperium. For the first ti, they had nailed their presence into the domain of the Chaos Gods.
Calgar stood excitedly beside the flag. This was an unprecedented, glorious achievent. He was the first to plant his battle standard in a Chaos God's domain. Not even the Primarchs had received such honor.
At that mont, golden flas appeared on the surface of Calgar's gauntlets and spread rapidly. The hull was painted black except for the double-headed eagle, which remained golden.
This was the Emperor's blessing and a reward for an outstanding general.
"He is watching!" Calgar shouted excitedly to everyone. "His Majesty the Emperor is watching. The struggles of those who swear loyalty will surely be witnessed."
The cheers of the many honor guards were deafening.
At that mont, the daemons also noticed Calgar's actions. They were both shocked and furious and charged toward the Imperium together.
Calgar fearlessly watched the tidal wave of daemons surging toward him. He gripped his newly reborn black boxing gloves tightly. The golden double-headed eagle shone brilliantly.
Leading the Honour Guard, Calgar charged into the wave of daemons. His giant fists swung down, raining countless shells that instantly pulverized and tore apart daemonic bodies. No daemon could survive a fight with Calgar. Soon the area where he stood was piled high with mountains of corpses, remains scattered everywhere.
Then a giant creature descended onto the battlefield—it was none other than An'ggrath, who had once fought Calgar. He was Khorne's most favored greater daemon, the right hand of the Blood God, and guardian of the Slaughterer's Throne. His massive body was clad in burning brass armor. He wielded a flaming battleaxe and a long blood-dripping whip.
Calgar and An'ggrath roared. Calgar had never forgotten the humiliation of being driven out of his Chapter, and now was the ti to settle old scores.
"An'ggrath," Calgar also recognized his forr rival.
An'ggrath raised his battleaxe high and charged at Calgar. Calgar fired explosive projectiles, wounding An'ggrath, then rolled sideways to dodge the axe. He delivered a lightning-fast punch to An'ggrath's face, tilting the daemon's head. Even a punch capable of pulverizing heavy armored vehicles only left a scratch on An'ggrath.
The reason was the vast difference in their power. When An'ggrath was in the material world, he was suppressed by the laws of reality and could not display his true strength. But this was in the warp, where he was at his peak—like a god from myths capable of destroying worlds.
Even with the Emperor's blessing, Calgar was still just an ordinary human.
An'ggrath swung his long whip. Calgar could not dodge in ti and was struck squarely in the chest. He was sent flying and rolled across the ground. As he struggled to stand, a deep crimson alarm sounded from his armor.
Boom!!
An'ggrath leaped and landed heavily beside Calgar, stomping on his back. Calgar could not get up and could only lie on the ground.
"Hurry, go to the combat group commander!"
"Protect the combat group commander!"
"Lord Calgar, hold on!"
The Honour Guards shouted anxiously as they rushed to save their leader. An'ggrath gave them no chance. He raised his battleaxe, preparing to execute the human who had brought him humiliation.
At that mont, space warped slightly. Datch used blink to appear between Calgar and An'ggrath.
Calgar was an important NPC. His death would affect the final evaluation.
Datch swung his lightsaber to block An'ggrath's giant axe, then kicked him away. He then took out "Golden Hamr" and struck the daemon's body. In an instant, dented armor plates smoothed out, cracks repaired themselves, broken servo components flew out of the wreckage and self-repaired, and even the energy pipelines returned to normal.
ROOOAAAR—
The kicked An'ggrath roared and walked heavily toward Datch.
Datch summoned Skarbrand and ordered him to deal with his forr colleague. The two Khorne monsters roared at each other the mont they t. One was once Khorne's most powerful daemon, the other was the current most powerful and known as Khorne's right hand.
Datch also wanted to know which was stronger.
"Traitor!" An'ggrath snarled, swinging his iron whip like a blood storm as he charged at Skarbrand's head.
"Traitor?" Skarbrand blocked the iron whip with his axe. "Khorne betrayed first. He has no right to call a traitor."
"You attacked a god. Banishnt was the natural punishnt!"
An'ggrath charged and swung his axe at Skarbrand.
"Punishnt?" Skarbrand fearlessly parried his forr colleague's attack with his own axe. "I offered him countless slaughters. The heads I took are piled higher than his throne, and the worlds I burned are enough to fill his fortress."
Skarbrand pushed An'ggrath back, attacked again, and swung his axe.
"Is what I have done not enough to atone for my mistakes?"
An'ggrath swung his whip, but Skarbrand neither dodged nor evaded, allowing the iron whip to create a sparking gash in his shoulder armor.
"When I was repeatedly rejected and saw the weaklings I once despised celebrating…" Skarbrand's voice lowered, but the anger within it burned even fiercer. "I understood one thing. Humility never earns respect. Beggars never receive forgiveness."
Skarbrand attacked with astonishing speed. His battleaxe unleashed imasurable power. The clash of weapons produced a terrifying sound. The horrifying shockwave blew away all surrounding daemons.
"If kneeling doesn't get you what you want…" Skarbrand pressed An'ggrath down, gradually pushing the axe blade against his neck. "Then stand up."
"If begging doesn't get you what you rightfully deserve—" Skarbrand delivered a spinning kick that struck An'ggrath's abdon and sent him flying into the air. "Then use the axe in your hand to steal it."
Skarbrand leaped into the air, caught up with the flying An'ggrath, and brought his battleaxe down.
"Soday I will return to the battlefield. But I will no longer beg for Khorne's forgiveness. Instead, I will take back everything I lost."
"In my own way, without needing anyone's approval. And now…"
The giant axe ca down.
"An'ggrath, you will be the first stepping stone on my path of return."
An'ggrath was slain. His massive head was stepped on by Skarbrand. He had been Khorne's first and most powerful daemon. And now he had proven his strength once again.
Skarbrand looked up at the crimson sky and roared.
Today it is An'ggrath's turn, but soon it will be yours, my lord.
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