Arnok The Supreme's Story

The Emperor Of Man groaned in pain as the entire group was pulled into the warp by one of his very sons, Magnus The Red who had been corrupted by Chaos. The pain was horrendous, compared to sitting on the Golden Throne this pain was thousands times worse. He did his best to stand, refusing to give a knee. "Well...If it isn't the traitor to the Imperium...My own son I created with my hands...who is here now thinking he can...beat us all...The age of man if far from...dead...not as long as I live....you fail to realize we are...far from beaten...for one who says he can see more you are still blind...We will never surrender!" The Emperor spoke in a strained voice. He knew they had no chance while they were stuck in this hell, he had to get everyone to safety but he needed a few extra seconds to regain his composure.

Dorn not affected by the warp too much and stood his ground as he stood in front of the Emperor to protect him. "Well looks like the traitor finally shows his face...I hope the Space Wolves did not beat your chapter too hard. Oh wait, you never did like them anyways traitor." He spoke as he drew Storm's Teeth, his chainsword and held it in one hand.

Carn felt the effects of the warp slowly working on his mind, however he did not give in. He was nervous for the first time, in front of him stood one of the Primarchs that fell to chaos. His psychic power was strong, he could feel it but he could not give up. Once he heard Alekassandra say something about a tag team, he raised his force staff and stepped forward prepared to lay down his life for the Emperor.

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Meanwhile above Holy Terra, the debree of the ships began to fall upon the planets surface. The once massive, golden and grand structures crumbled once the wreckage hit the buildings. Every Space Marine began to fight with much more vigor and fury, fighting more ferociously once the sight of their own heart was slowly being destroyed. Their faith grew stronger, and their will to fight only grew as the battle raged. Even meager Guardsman began to rally together, fighting through the whispers and carnage to fight.

In Orbit above Holy Terra, the Chaos fleet continued its assault. With the sight of fire burning on Holy Terra they began to fight harder. Unleashing Nova cannon blasts that would detonate near the fleets causing damage, Lance batteries peppered the enemy ships, even vortex missiles was sent by both Chaos and Imperium alike causing a tear in reality to open up and drag anything nearby into the warp.

Power unlike anything seen in the mortal realm surged forward. A sea of blue psychic flame surged forward the second Trami unleashed his pitiful attack. Magnus had let fly enough power to annihilate an entire world without even blinking. It surged and charged towards Trami, Dorn, the Emperor, and anyone else foolish enough to be in the way. This planet-cracking psychic assault was merely the opening salvo of rage.

Dorn just had to do it, he had to. He had to mention the Space wolves. The filthy, brutish bastards that burned Prospero to the ground. That ignorant, pompous, self-obsessed asshole "LEMON RUSS!?" Magnus found himself screaming the name despite not meaning to. No, this fight was meant to do nothing put thwart the Emperor's plans, but now, now. Everyone would die, horribly. He hadn't even heard his father's arrogant commentary, the rage he harbored against the Space Wolves blotted it all out.

He stepped forward, his ethereal shade becoming corporeal as he did so. He could never have a body in the Materium again, but here, in the Warp, he could have anything. Everything. All at once he was the shining image of his old self. Towering as tall as the Emperor at an easy Ten-plus feet, the skin of his arms bulging with the muscles of a Primarch infused with Chaos. He gripped his old chainaxe tightly, the blue flame of Tzneetch swallowing it whole. The Red Daemon Prince walked the Warp now. His very footfalls sundering the ground.

He swung the great axe as if it were made of cardboard, a torrent of psychic flame shooting off in all directions. A smokescreen that could kill, a direct blast would end the life of a Marine like it was nothing, but the true purpose was to blot out the view. All around the Red Giant, Horrors and Flamers and even a few greater daemons began to crawl out of the ground, or drop down from above. Magnus had an army now, and all his powers to bring to bare. Unless a true miracle happened, no one was going to survive.

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Urlaraz had fallen back, along with most of the Black Legion the second the stranger unleashed his blast. The GUO had managed to force it's way into their Warp Portal as well, making them all rather uncomfortable. It was clear that in the greater sense the Black Crusade had failed, and the Sorcerer spent a moment pondering what to do as his allies looked to him for guidance. He could not speak for Abbadon, but he knew the Despoiler well enough to figure the great man wouldn't simply give up.

A deep and raspy breath drew in from his helmet, it was a breath of rage and determination though, not defeat. He locked eyes with the nearest Legion commander and said three little words that would alter the fate of man forever.

"We raze Terra."

All across the holy planet tears in the Warp erupted as the entirety of the Black Legion not participating in the orbital battle, as well as the the Word Bearer's, Warbands of the World Eaters, The Emperor's Children, everything. Every Traitor Legion was now present in some capacity, from all men, to a few bands. It was literal hell on Terra as thousand and thousands of Chaos Marines, soldiers, Sorcerers, and cultists poured forth. Along with a host of Daemons the like of which had never been seen outside the Warp.

Great Unclean One's, Changers of Fate, Great Daemons of Khorne all joined in. This was do-or-die for Chaos, and it choose Do.

The destruction was wrought at blinding speed, entire massive cities blinking into rubble and screams. The Emperor might live again, but he'd have no throne to return to. The bulk of these horrific Warp-forces spread out across the planet, happy to spread their damage to Continental scale, but the Black Legion focused on the palace.

Urlaraz hurled great chains of lightning at it, GUO's pressed forward, bands of Khornite Berzerkers under the Black Legion's Banner charged forth, Chainswords and Axes flailing wildly. Chants from every aspect of Chaos filled the air, rising above the devastation. This was the power of the Warp. This was a true Crusade. This was Chaos, Undivided.

Unless something truly earth shattering was done, Holy Terra would be nothing but a memory in the span of a few hours.

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Daemos had still been wakened so far, and being pulled into the Warp didn't help at all. The whispers inside his head from the battlefield had roared into shouts. It took all of his strength to stand upright in this place, and keep his anger at bay. So much anger, so much rage. Where had it come from? Why? What purpose did it serve? And perhaps most concerning, why was so much of it directed at the High Emperor? He grit his teeth as Weilacca spoke, raising his hammer and bristling with the need to smite him, but the blue flames came first.

Daemos tapped into his node and unleashed a mighty wave of his own flame, but it barely shielded himself, or Weilacca. He fell to a knee, dropping his hammer as he did so. His right arm covered in burns and unable to grip. He stayed like that for a moment, growling in rage. "Weilacca. I'm going to Synch. Cover me." All pretense of servitude had left his voice. He sounded like nothing more than an angry animal giving a command. He stood as he finished speaking, the Anya inside him swelling. "Stay back."

Trami was faced with an completely unexpected power. It completely nullified his attack allowing Trami to just barely retreat from the scorching flames. But that was wrong, Trami was more or less flung straight trough the air. He would have crashed straight into the ground if it weren't for his unnatural amount of grace wich allowed him to land on his feet directly next to Alekassandra.

His condition seemed fine. There wasn't actually a scratch on him, But anyone observant could notice the strands of sweat covering his forehead. His eyes seemed to aggressively search the enemies. This was bad, Really bad.

In this twisting warp of chaotic energy Trami was unable to construct a connection with Terra. Much to his displeasure. He remained oblivious to the outside battle and instead focused on the situation before him. It was this place, As long as they remained here the battle would be incredibly difficult. The voices gnawed at his outer defence. For a moment he was very grateful that his powers protected him from the persuasive offers surrounding him.

But he realised: What about the other ones that do not posses any defense from attacks such as these? Just as this questions crossed him he heard Daemos words. He was gonna synch!? Trami's body grew cold. This would certainly give them the edge in combat. But his mind! Carn! Protect Morgan and Aleks! Do not allow them to be influenced! the stress was apparent in Trami's words. He then quickly dashed backwards to the Emperor's side, Projecting a force field around both him and Daemos. The field seemed to be the kind wich blocks physical attacks, but in reality it protected those within it from mental ones.

It would be very bad if they started to lose themself to these whispers

Inside this twisting land of chaos and energy, a tear in reality opened up and a massive armored figure stepped out from it. Behind him another armored figure holding a staff appeared as well.

These two looked at the landscape with a satisfied grim under their helmets. "Wonderful, another land twisted by chaos. Another realm that we can travel too from the warp itself...however we have more interesting matters, sorcerer you said you 'saw' something in this place. What did you see..."

The chaos sorcerer simply replied. "I saw a vision...a vision of a library...Not the Black Library...no...another library filled with knowledge...We can use it..." And with that the two began to investigate the chaotic plane.

Elsewhere in the grove, in the pitch black parts...

"This spot should be sufficient enough for our needs...Sorcerer, what is it that required my full attention!? If our presence is discovered then our operations will be in jeopardy!" One figures shrouded in darkness growled at another figure who was also shrouded by darkness.

"Of course my lord...Only the denizens of the Warp and the Chaos Gods themselves know this but...a little bird has told me that the Loyalist Primarchs have returned into the arms of the Emperor..." The other figure replied, his voice soft like velvet but each word was plagued with malice.

"I see...so the Emperors children have finally returned. This puts our plans for the galaxy at a standstill until we finish our grand goal. You have the item your new puppet gave to you yes? The one that can open a new eye..."

"Of course my lord, this puppet of mines also reported the news of the Primarchs return. He is proving to be...very...useful. Especially since he has told me that the Imperium intends to gather their forces in a massive assault somewhere....We will be free to make our move then. As for the item...I hold it on me, this dagger of unholy origin....It just requires a massive feast of souls and a...'willing'....host to have the blade implanted in their body...everything is still advancing as planned." The figure laughed as it held up a small glowing dagger, it exuded a red light and what was unsettling about it was the eye that seemed to look around, filled with hunger.

"This best not fail sorcerer, I will personally deliver your soul to the Dark gods themselves if you fail!" The massive figure warned.

"Of course my lord...I would never think of failure under your service..." The other figure simply bowed. In a mocking manner of course. "You should be glad I did not have your head removed from your body! You still have a use for me and that is the only reason you live!"

The other figure simply chuckled. [b]"Of course my lord..."[b]

"I guess we are done here...Finish your work in the wasteland and bring me that artifact. If you cannot do this yourself I will drag that artifact myself over your mutilated body...Is that understood sorcerer?" The massive figure spoke and the smaller one simply nodded. "Of course my Lord...The prize shall be yours and your ascension shall be complete...then the Imperium will fall and o one shall stand up to Chaos...goodbye...Lord..." The smaller figure soon disappeared.

The massive figure soon began to etch a sigil into the ground. "As much as I would like to show the people here the power of Chaos...I have more important matters..." The figure muttered as he tossed a body on top of the sigil and began to recite an unholy incantation.

"Sorcerer, are you certain you detected the presence of fellow Chaos Legions in this sector..." A heavily armored figure, Cladded in Terminator armor spoke as he gazed into the warp just past his battleships window, the horrors outside kept at bay. The Scourging Inferno, Battleship and flagship of the Wordbearers Legion. The man awaited the response of his servant who soon spoke not keeping his lord waiting for long.

"Of course Lord Arnok...It was rather simple to detect unnatural disturbances in the Warp. Even the, I can hear the Warp whisper about their arrival. Such a trivial matter my Lord...All we know is that our power grows in this universe...And you my Lord shall gain even more power..." The sorcerer replied as Arnok simply nodded to himself.

"My Lord! We are soon exiting the Warp, we will now make contact with the unknown fleet." One of the crewman spoke as the battleship and the small fleet accompanying it soon returned to normal space. The first ship to exit was the Chaos flagship, the Scourging Inferno and behind it was 17 more ships that emerged from the bowels of the warp. From their position they saw two different Chaos fleets gathered.

"Shall we open a communications line...my lord?" The sorcerer spoke as he looked at the ships. "Of course, let them know my name. And let them know that the forces of Chaos gathers once more. Arnok replied as a communications line was opened up to both ships. And spoke in Low Gothic as well.

"Greetings brothers and Sisters of Chaos. I am Arnok, The Supreme. Lord of the flagship Scourging Inferno. It has been a long while since I have met fellow forces of Chaos. You have been missing on the ripe pickings of this universe. However...it would be beneficial if we work together now so we may spread the word of Chaos to every last soul of this universe." Arnok spoke, awaiting a response.

Vrosh stopped, a cold bead of sweat running down his neck the sudden appearance of other chaos aligned fleets, hearing the voices through the vox net of his helm, laughter broke his silence, a madman’s laugh, the heretics and the marines watched on as their chaos lord seemed to have a bout of madness “this is the chaos lord Vrosh Tattersoul, and you approach one of the many warbands of the Crimson slaughter, i am already upon the surface of this destitute rock meet me at these nav coordinates.”

The Bloody Reaper would send the coordinates to the entryway of the temple, but it would also send word via telepath messaging to the rest of the crimson slaughter fleet. No more than five terran minutes, and the rest of the crimson slaughter fleet...no armarda as 50 void units out warp tears opened and out from it hundreds...no thousands of ships ranging from hundreds of escort craft ships of 1km or more and then the ships of the line not one smaller than 3km if one where to spend the day counting...there was well over fifty thousand ships...the full force of the crimson slaughter arrayed and only more ships, more chaotic denizens and souls joined the forming armarda.


“sigun...that bastard was right…” Vrosh continued to laugh, war was coming...no a black crusade… the bloody slaughter of countless worlds. Vrosh lead his troops onwards. A black flame burning in his eyes, the time came faster than even Sigun had thought.

Arriving to the temple he looked to the sky as the crimson slaughter fleet dwarfed that of its chaotic brethren, the crimson slaughter in its thousands of years of being renegades had become legion, no more a chapter...renegades uncounting.

His head turned away from the dawning sky as one of the maulerfiends ripped the stone doorway of the temple off, Vrosh began his entry turning to his troops “await the arrival of the others, i seek to do this alone” his troops set to guarding the entryway.

Sil stepped into the Teleporterum and soon found herself in her ship's hangar bay, moving towards a ship when the messages came through. Sil hesitated for all of a moment then merely shook her head. So it would seem that the Word Bearers were now upon the planet as well. Figured they wouldnt be too far off...fanatics the lot of them. She merely shrugged and brushed it off as she stepped onto the transport.

"Understood Lord Vrosh, we are enroute"

The transport lifted off the ground, carrying several hundred Skittarii soldiers. Each armored in the finest armor and the best quality Plasma Cavaliers: Her personal guard. The ship soon was free in the depths of space when she saw the other ships of the Word Bearer's Fleet...and then the Armada of Crimson Slaughter ships that were warping in. If Sil could feel shock, she would have been feeling dread. Some of her Skittarii looked on in wonder at the fleet and so did Sil as she spoke to her men.

"Nary would you see such a thing in ages past my Skittarii, that is an Armada of the finest of the Crimson Slaughter. Bask in it...and remember where it comes from. We are the Dark Mechanicus. It is by our hands that they traverse the skies...and how they remain"

She tapped the base of her Magos Axe on the ground once and then turned forward. Soon they were past the atmosphere and were approaching the coordinates. The Magos then moved forward through the ship to the doors and called to the pilots

"Ill head down by myself Pilot. Have the Skittari prepare for my arrival"

She opened the door, not even phased by the sudden depressurization of the ship and leapt out of it to begin hurdling towards the ground. She unfurled her wings and began to soar towards the destination with the Servo Skull now tucked safetly under her arm. If there was anything of enjoyment, it was the chance to stretch her wings in flight. The feathers ruffled and moved as she beat her great and powerful wings whilst making her way down towards the surface. Up here, she could see everything and got a full view of her surroundings from the air and made her way ever closer to the coordinates.

As she neared it, her tail reached up to take a hold of the Plasma Cavalier and held it along with her axe whilst she made her descent. Her shuttle had already landed and her Skittarii were awaiting instruction when she glided down and landed infront of them with a graceful entrance then tucked her wings before she advanced, using her axe as a walking stick. Her Skittarii marched behind her in perfect unison while the Servo Skull now floated next to her with an Auspex in it's grasp, scanning for any sort of hidden lifeforms.

Upon arrival at the entranceway, she stopped and held up her hand to indicate for her Skittarii to halt at attention.

"Where is Vrosh? I was told he was here"

She said, her face moving between the troops before her. The tail hefting the cavalier flicked and moved to her free hand then onto her back

"If he is not here, please direct me to him so we might speak about this excavation. The armada is a nice touch though"

"Finally! Another worthy brother of ours. Warriors! Prepare my transportation to the planet! Sorcerer, gather my warriors and get them ready. If there is anything on the surface that poses any sort of fight let us prepare for it. We shall sate the thirst of the four Chaos Gods." Arnok laughed to himself as he began to march to his hanger. "As you wish my lord, the crew on board shall hold a celebration to the Prince of pleasure...And we shall also celebrate Father Nurgles gifts as well..." The sorcerer spoke as he walked behind his Lord to gather the warriors.

Stepping into the hanger, the sorcerer had seemed to work quickly as expected of someone of his caliber of power. A Myriad of Chaos soldiers stood at ready. Many normal warriors of Chaos, others who also represented a different God from bloodthirsty Khorne Berserkers holding the brutal instrument of their trade. The Chainaxe, a barbaric weapon capable of hacking apart anyone unlucky to meet them in close combat to the Noise Marine. Armed with their Sonic Blasters. Looking fairly eager to make some noise.

So many warriors ready to spread the word of Chaos to the universe. Such a damning sight if he ever saw any. "Into your transports warriors! We shall head to the planets surface at the designated coordinates!" Arnok roared his order and the entire gathering of warriors scattered about into awaiting transports. He himself soon marched into his own transport with his Sorcerer by his side.

The small fleet of ships soon left the hangers of the ship, all flying towards the surface of the planet. Eventually touching down at where the yshould meet the warriors and Arnok left the ships and arrived at the entranceway. He looked around at the Skittari soliders and the one person who seemed to be leading them. The Dark Mechanicus? A start to having proper war machines.

The Aspiring Champion who had taken charge, glanced to his fellow crimson slaughter marines and growled out the words

he has entered the temple alone, he seeks glory in khorne’s name upon retrieving the artefact

the marines were agitated. some even sparring, however the Aspiring champion stepped aside and pointed with his power sword towards the entryway

he wishes only the other lords to follow him, seek him out within the temple.

Vrosh had slaughtered his way through the half dead guardians of the temple, mutants and possessed felled by his power axe and his combat knife, drenched in the ichor of his fallen foes, the slaughter calmed his mind and he could think clearly, he looked about his surroundings and buried his axe into the wall, before pulling it free of the stone, marking his way as he had done so before.


Entering through into the next chamber he’d stand in the entryway observing the walkways and tunnels leading further into different parts of the complex heading down further into the darkness, all the time ready for some hellspawned beast to lunge out and attack him.

Adsiltia's optics narrowed at the Word Bearer's approach for just a moment, the Servo Skull floating about her head and studied the approaching Marines. She was always wary about the Legions, better to keep the Chaos Undivided at some measure of distance at least until intentions were known. They had not yet said a word to her so for the time being, they would remain as casual observers to the meeting. The Magos soon moved forward towards the entrance and tapped her staff twice on the ground while her tail flicked just barely under her robed power armor.

The growling was slightly off putting but seeing the marines sparring, she knew that must be normal behavior for them to be engaging in such combat. She paid it no mind then listened to the words of the Champion with a slow nod

"Skittarii, I will go ahead alone as the Champion wishes. Survey the area and scout the planet for other signs of ruins. Document and record what you find here and bring it to the Innovation's Result when you are through. Avoid confrontation, for there may be three hundred of you, but a battle with the Crimson Slaughter would be a hard fought and bitter tasting victory. We are here for peace and for the acquisition of our most beloved commodity: Knowledge. Go now and follow my orders"

With her troops commanded, they soon moved away towards their landing craft and took off to head off for another section of ruins on the planet. The Magos's head turned towards the Word Bearers and she began sizing them up. Her head began to fill with plans and plots for them as she soon raised her voice to them.

"Who here is the commander of this fleet? Whom is in charge, we best get started. Vrosh has a head start..."

Adsiltia then moved into the entrance, the Servo Skull creating a light from it's eye socket and then began to walk into the darkness and vanished from sight. The tapping of her Axe was all that followed as she pulled her Plasma Cavalier free from her back and held it in her tail. A prayer to Tzeentch was made as the fallen Magos descended past the carnage and slaughter that Vrosh had unleashed upon the ruins. She tsked as she saw the destruction then shook her head.

"So much knowledge lost...what could have been learned from these creatures?"

She asked herself, making her way further down. Not much was said to herself or if the Word Bearer's Commander was present for her words before at least she had caught up to Vrosh and tapped her axe twice to signify her presence and soon bowed her head in respect.

"Greetings Lord Vrosh...it seems we have mutual goals in this system. I am Adsiltia, Magos of the Forge World Chaeroneia. It is a pleasure to meet you"

The Servo Skull moved about and soon spoke to her in Technalingua, to which she replied to it and the skull soon floated away past Vrosh and into the next chamber.

"My assistant shall scout out further down the corridors while we converse. What is it you seek to gain from this Artefact Lord Vrosh? Your men made it sound like it was something vital to your efforts against the Aschen"

Arnok was not surprised, the mans laughter left none to doubt his allegiance to which God. His behavior to go off along and to kill by himself. This Legion was loyal servants of Khorne. The aspiring champion had told them only the Lord could go past. Turning to face his sorcerer, Arnok spoke. "Let my warriors know I will be gone for some time. They shall be free to engage anything not affiliated with Chaos. Spread the word of Chaos for when we leave the locals never forget it." The man ordered and his sorcerer simply nodded to pass his words to his Warriors.

Soon a voice calls out in his direction, turning to face the person who spoke out to him he noticed that the Magos was the one to speak. Marching forward, cladded in his terminator armor. With lightning claws on both arms and sword by his side. He was so much more massive than the Magos, nay almost every person around him. Of course he was their leader.

Soon Arnok was marching through the ruins, looking at the blood filled massacre and laughed as the Magos voiced her displeasure at the dead here. "Unlike you, we don't need them alive to gather their knowledge. We can just devour their brain and find out what these creature knew. This place is stile ripe with knowledge and bloodshed. Soon their bodies will rot and wither away. And with all of this my warriors celebrate. This should please the Dark Gods." The hulking superhuman spoke as he marched forward.

Soon Arnok would face The Crimson Slaughter lord. Vrosh, soaked in blood from the dead here. "And there is the mighty Vrosh. Already staring a war with this Aschen Empire. You bring great glory to Khorne. Now, what might we be gathered here for?" He spoke.

Vrosh watched the servo skull fly on ahead. Turning back his weapons mag clamping to his waist “the glory of khorne?, no we kill to silence the voices” he cracks his neck, sure he bore the mark of khorne, if only because of his skill in the art of slaughter Vrosh stepped through and pointed down into the darkness, the walkways each crumbling leading deeper into the planetoid “what i seek is down there, as for your intentions i am unsure” even for a space marine in power armour only, Vrosh was huge one could almost mistake him for a terminator. The glass like sheen his armour gave in the light revealed the raging daemon trapped within hopelessly clawing away attempting to free itself to no avail.

“let us continue then” Vrosh redrew his weapons and stepped further down the aging rock, leading the way through the darkness. The face of the inquisitor looking back from Vrosh’s powerpack it seemed the head had cabling into it, likely a permanent fixture thanks to the mutating and shifting effects of the warp. Vrosh seemed less interested in the half dead guardians of the temple throwing them off the side into the darkness to fall to their deaths, they were fodder, there must’ve been something bigger, deadlier to bring down here. Either Way as they stepped deeper into the earth around them the item in question grew closer, it was a large device, but it seemed to radiate with power from the warp, visible in that a miasma of energy flowed around it.

Adsiltia nodded only once and followed after Vrosh deeper into the temple, bringing up her hand to her helmet to shine a light from it so she could better see. This place looked ancient and decrepid, seeing how much was lost to the centuries here in this place. She ruminated on this and what the Word Bearer said before in the tunnels leading forward. A notice appeared infront of her from her Servo Skull and she immediately moved forward at a much quicker pace until she was in the lead.

Then she saw the device and the Servo Skull foating around it. Sil took the lead and examined it rather closely, waving her hands about the device and speaking to the Machine Spirit in technalingua

"I believe we have found what we were looking for Vrosh. Give me but a moment with it and I shall see what secrets can be gleamed from it. Jimmy please begin a scan of the device. I want a thorough scan to bring back to the Fleet"

Her utility mechadendrite sprang to life as it began to pour unholy ungruents onto the device and her hands waved over the device several times while she reviewed and processed the device. If It had a data port or some sort, her utility mechadendrite would insert itself into the slot so she could begin downloading whatever data it might have had on it.

Within the machine, Sil could hear the pained cries of the spirit within it as data flooded into her mind. It was severely damaged...and the spirit within was in agony as it's body was crippled. Power was still present within it but the miasma leaking from it was a clear sign that it needed desperate repairs. There were several tears and leaks within the main battery and the components were well into rot and disrepair, someone had clearly tampered with it and left it to rot down below. Sil kept reading over the data and hushed the spirit from within, assuring it that she would personally repair the device itself and bring it to peace at long last.

"By Tzeentch's name..."

Adsiltia stared in silence for several minutes as she listened to the machine's wailing sounds within her mind, hearing the screaming and agony it was in and learned of what it truly was. If Sil could cry, she would be in tears from such disregard for an awesome piece of technological intinguity. Yet she was still reeling from it's agony. Yet she pulled herself free from it and disengaged from the machine. After a moment, she would turn her head to address the other two Astartes.

"This is the main battery component for The Armageddon Gun"

She shook her head a few times before she placed a hand on the battery, stroking it several times as if attempting to soothe it.

"Its very badly damaged and needs immediate repairs before it can be brought to full functionality. I can bring it aboard my Ark and begin repairs on it immediately and I will personally see to it's restoration"

Sil's head moved to Vrosh as if inspecting his body language and to the Word Bearer

"Vrosh, you are playing a very dangerous game...but I wont stop you from rebuilding the Armageddon Gun. However, I am going to give you a demand. I am taking this back with me to my flagship and I will repair it for you. I am going to assume neither of you would know what would happen if this weapon fired with the main battery in this level of decay"

Her hands went down to the device, still resonating with it's anguish before turning to face it fully. It was almost eerie how she was handling the device, almost if she were a mother tending to a crying infant who suffered from a horrible injury. A level of emotion that she didnt even know was a part of her mind that left her, for a moment, dazed. Catching herself, she spoke again.

"If this were to fire the Armageddon Gun in it's current state, the resulting explosion would destroy your entire fleet and it would leave absolutely nothing left but dust and light debris. I urge you to allow me to teleport this up to my ship so we might be able to fix it there. You both may come with me to oversee the repairs...with escort if you so wish"

Arnok simply nodded at Vrosh. He kills to silence the voices in his head, but at least his deeds here please Khorne nonetheless. Eventually they would proceed deeper to discover a wonderful weapon of war.

The Armageddon Gun...in a state of disrepair but ripe for the taking. With such a weapon they would hold the lives on entire planets in the palm of their hand. And to think here by their side was someone with the ability to repair such a device and bring it back online.

"I say let the coggirl repair the gun. We would take much longer with our current hands, and she has the manpower and the means to return it to working condition. We get this back online, we are that much closer to unleashing the might of Chaos." Arnok clenched his fist as he stared at the gun.

Back outside, Arnok's sorcerer held a strange demonic artifact in his hands. Some sort of dagger. "It is almost time...When the number of sacrifices grow and the blade sated...May my plan come into motion..." The man stared at the dagger who's eye looked back at him, piercing his very soul with its gaze. "Oh...And we require a good conduit that I have already procured...Now there is one more piece of the puzzle to make everything go the way I want it to... He would soon put the dagger away and returned to his active duties.

Everything was falling into place...

Vrosh nodded in agreement with the Fallen magos, it was after all built by the dark mechanicum in the first place, he turned to face the lord of the word bearers and then back to the weapon “a great deal can be wrought by this weapon, funny how one of his greatest weapons fell so easily.” Vrosh spoke the one word with venom. Before any more words could be shared, the sound of stone shifting around the three of them began to grow, and from the darkness at the far edge of the hall several doorways began to draw open and from the half open doorways the clamouring half dead plague infested guardians began to swarm. “do not let them harm you, unless you want to become one of them!”

Vrosh had killed countless amounts of these plague carriers since he first set foot on the planet, he charged straight into the ranks, combat knife and power axe cleaving the weakened flesh bags to Ribbons a brown mucus like ichor bursting from each kill, thankfully the environmentally sealed power armour kept Vrosh from getting infected by whatever infection or diseases these things contained, but Vrosh wasn’t the only one these beasts were targeting, making their charges towards the Fallen magos and the word bearer with the same intent. To defend the weapon piece.

Sil's eyes focused upon the new threats facing the group and reacted just as swiftly. Her servo skull darted to her shoulder as she concentrated her psychic power forward. Pulling from the Warp itself, she growed and hummed with psychic energy and formed a dome around herself and the device to shield it from harm. The carriers would charge and find themselves slammed against a solid mass of psychic energy. The Magos concentrated on this field while she spoke aloud.

"Teleporterum...return me to the Innovation's Results. I have one piece of equipment for transport"

Sil placed her hand on the device and called out towards Vrosh and Arnok while maintaining her barrier.

"Contact my ship when you escape and I will teleport you both away from the planet. This place should be burnt down to ash if the infestation of plague is this prevelant. I will see you both aboard the Innovation's Result"

With this proclamation made, Sil vanished with the battery component in tow back to her ship in a flash of light. At least the device was safe...and thats all that mattered to Sil.

When she was aboard she called for her Skittarii to abandon the planet and return to the Ark. They had work to preform and Sil was already calling for aids to bring the device to her personal laboratory. This machine was reeling...and Sil was going to make it whole.

"Like these creatures can seek to convert my body! I will tear them asunder with the arms of Chaos! Lord Nurgle's gifts are greater than these corpses!" Arnok laughed as he slowly marched forward in his suit of Terminator armor and with both Lightning Claws by his side, the eight razor-sharp Adamantium blades which exuded a red haze, corrupted by the powers of the Warp. He swung at the walking corpses easily shredding their bodies like paper.

The armor he wore, this suit of Tactical Drednaught Armor easily protected him against the rotten blood that splashed on his armor. "Strike at me and forfeit your existence! He roared as he cleaved at the undead guardians, easily tearing them apart with his lightning claws.

Of course the Magnos had retreated back to her ship. They had the Armageddon Gun now...It was only a matter of time until it was repaired. But for now, he spilled blood for the blood gods name so thus the undead that walk can rot for Nurgle.

Vrosh didn’t even acknowledge the fallen magos’ calls, leaving her to protect the prize, he was known to the Crimson slaughter as ‘the cleaver’, for a reason, and he’d began his killing spree anew, power axe cleaving through the putrid flesh bags with ease, ramming his combat knife into them and ripping it out in a new direction, the more he killed the more frenzied he’d become, laughing like a madman.

Soon enough, between the two chaos lords, the tide of the undeath would slow, until a much bigger beast pulled itself free of one of the tunnels, standing nearly 10ft tall the massive beast watched as the two lords finished off the last of the smaller ones, it charged and with bestial intelligence swung its large foot and booted Vrosh from his feet and across the hall over the plinth where the prize had once been and through the stone wall behind it, nearly 60ft in distance. The beast’s attention turning to Arnok, the monster giving a laugh as it readied to fight the heavier armoured foe.