AN:I will regret this so hard but you know what here is another one. I am cooking today. This time AN is here for a diffrence. Anyway good reading and there wont be any chapter for june 4th probably. I have exams and boy I am not even close to being ready. Well maybe there will keep you eyes open and please share your ideas and critism. I believe this is a way better battle scene than the abomination that I wrote before.
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Noah and the Emperor stood out of the orbit of Terra. The Throne World was glowing with its myriad of lights, showing the life of its population numbered in quadrillions. They were ready for a good fight, and their enemies reached shortly after.
A gigantic Warp Gate opened as the Black Crusade Prime (named by Perturabo and nobody cared enough to oppose it) invaded the skies of Terra. The traitors and their numberless legions were here.
Noah mockingly smiled at this lump of corruption and weakness. He raised his hand as he spoke, "The traitors of the Imperium, prepare to die. But Horus, do you really think the capital of the Federation, not the Imperium, would be unguarded?"
Following his gesture, platinum lights rose from the mountains of Terra, creating a sphere made out of pure guided power. Before anyone could do anything, the sphere swallowed all of them.
When they opened their eyes, they were in a pure white place that seemed to go on forever in all directions. This was no attack, but something made to keep the planet safe. As they quickly formed their lines, all of their eyes locked on the two gigantic men.
The Emperor unsheathed his flaming sword; his gauntlet crackled with calamitous lightning. His golden armor shone with a holy and furious radiance, hurting minor demons just with its presence.
Noah stood next to him. He did not wear an armor, since his bare body was tougher and stronger than any metal ever invented. He pulled out his dark axe, made out of a mysterious material, and a black hole formed on the head of the axe, bending the space with pure weight alone. With their synchronized nod, a white and golden presence engulfed everything.
The war was about to begin.
A sole man was walking on the deadly wastes of Baal Secundus. His body was large, with a visible lump on his back covered by a cloak with myriad of faintly glowing engravings. Under the shadow of his cloak, a handsome man with golden hair could barely be seen. The lone traveler continued to walk; his eyes were gazing beyond what others could see.
Suddenly, he felt a ripple unnoticed by all but a few. He directed his gaze through where the ripple came, as reality showed him what was hidden. With a deep sigh, Sanguinius sat on the nearest rock and watched the starting battle.
Perturabo, Vulkan, Ferrus, and Dorn were in a hidden station where even the gaze of gods couldn't reach. The outsiders who saw their focused and determined faces could misunderstand that they were doing something of grave importance—but if one dared to look forward, they could see the four inventor Primarchs were playing a simple game. They may have had a better bond, but they were still murderously rivalrous.
As they hastily moved their troops, a signal flared from the vox, filling the monitors, causing Ferrus and Vulkan to lose. But they were more focused on the message than petty games. With Perturabo's experienced control, the monitors showed a soon-to-be battlefield. Seeing this, Perturabo called for his brothers Angron, Mortarion, and Alpharius/Omegon, disrupting their training with their legions.
Jaghatai and Russ were hunting through the Webway when they felt the ripple. They stood for a second and continued their hunt, trusting their father and uncle.
The timeless exhibits of Solemnace were unnaturally lively, with its curator Trazyn guiding a special guest through the countless corridors. It was a small favor among colleagues, and he liked that his guest was not like the scared and dim-witted primates he had to call guests. Fulgrim was fascinated with the amount of order and ways of perfection frozen in time.
Trazyn felt the ripple and opened a hologram of the same battlefield. A serving scarab brought a bucket of an ancient human food called popcorn. Trazyn had heard eating this food while spectating an endeavor was an ancient human tradition. Fulgrim—and, surprisingly, Trazyn—started to eat while they watched the holograms.
Lorgar and Magnus were reading in the ancient Black Library, ignorant to the outer universe. Konrad was also there, trying to end his endless suffering of foresight. It was not working.
Horus was (with the help of his brother Corvus) trying to reach his inner Warp potential in a forgotten shrine made by unknown builders. The ripple didn't travel this far, diminishing before reaching them. Corvus continued to help his brother while their bond deepened.
Noah charged into the horde before him. Time slowing before his eyes, space bending under his steps. His speed was unnatural and uncanny. Before they could even realize, countless demons were annihilated by his axe. Magnus tried to stop him by sorcery, but the Emperor attacked him and the demons of Tzeentch first, forcing them to focus on him.
His divine soul roared with power while his brown eyes glowed with a golden radiance. With just a thought, reality obeyed his will. A giant sun materialized and shot at Magnus, who barely created a wall to deflect it with the help of the Changers of Ways. The sun hit the wall, exploding and pulverizing a chunk of the horde. The Emperor grinned as a dozen more suns materialized above him. Magnus gulped as the double heads of the demons roared.
With the Emperor opening the path, Noah charged into the horde. The demons of Khorne, not wanting to miss the greatest carnage of the millennium, charged too.
"Blood for the Blood God! Skull for the Skull Throne!"
"Kill! Maim! Burn!"
The screams of Berserkers deafened the world.
A genuine smile divided Noah's face as his laughter boomed, suppressing them.
"For Humanity! For Imperium! For Terra!"
His cries were definitely lacking in flavor compared to the demons, but none of them who felt his ocean-like bloodlust dared to comment. With a louder cry, An'ngrath the Deathbringer clashed with the Pioneer of Humanity. The blow of the most favored of Khorne was heavy, but to the one who clashed with his master, it was not a match. For the first time in millennia, An'ngrath was thrown back, crushing rows of demons on his way.
This show of supremacy only boiled the blood of the Berserkers even more as they all charged with a vigor worthy of the god of war. Noah laughed even more while striking with his axe even more ferociously, its shockwave alone crushing even Greater Daemons. Kabandha and Skarbrand both led the Bloodthirsters to their enemy.
They surrounded him, cutting his ways of retreat—not that he ever desired one. His axe hit the ground, shaking the entire dimension. With this provocation, his slaughter began. He turned into a storm of blood and death as he accelerated more and more, reaching and passing the state that was called Alakh Geh—reaching a speed of killing even his thoughts couldn't reach. The Daemons of Slaanesh and Nurgle, who were less likely to charge to their deaths, followed slower—and when they looked at the battlefield expecting a chaotic battle, they only saw a man standing before a few dozen Bloodthirsters on top of a mountain of blood and corpses.
The worst of all—he was smiling like a madman.
Before they could comprehend this, a shockwave hit them as the powerful spells of the sorcerers clashed on the other side. The Sorcerer-King weaved complex spells, later even more boosted by the myriad of psykers with him—but none of them could overpower the Strongest Psyker Ever Born. The Emperor commanded the power of the Immaterium with both innate talent and over thirty-two thousand years of trained mastery.
His mind was vast. His soul was heavy. His knowledge was immense. His vision was unparalleled. With the help of the ancient texts of the Old Ones, the Emperor created a spell so powerful that it overflowed from the seals of the dimension, altering the space around it. A pillar of golden brilliance shot from his hand, purging everything in its path.
Lorgar and Magnus used all lower demons as fuel as they barely countered it with a blue/pink beam of their own. Suddenly, one of the Greater Daemons of Tzeentch screamed as a gigantic amount of energy burned it from its sheer presence—not before he helped, though. One of the Four moved for the first time. Like they were waiting for this, both the greatest daemons of the four gods engulfed in power while the gods themselves descended.
Noah teleported next to the Emperor while daemons—even Primarchs, except Horus and Abaddon—retreated. As demigods, they were still unworthy on the battlefield of gods.
After a moment, the dimension shook with the presence of six gods completely unraveling their existence.
With a last gesture, gods clashed.