The red-skinned monsters, born of war and blood, howled and surged like a tide towards the Lion Gate. Khorne Champions, Bloodletters wielding Hellblades, and Skullcrushers riding Brass Rhinos charged alongside flapping Furies and Hell Hounds breathing black fire.
Guilliman stood on the battlefield like a War God. The Hand of Dominion unleashed a sky-darkening barrage, shredding the tidal wave of monsters and instantly clearing large areas.
The Emperor's Sword swung, incinerating demons with surging flames that left snow-white ashes falling like heavy snow. The Champion Guard and Custodes advanced with the Primarch as a Khorne Greater Daemon set its sights on him.
The beast roared, black flames burning on its demonic body. It strode toward Guilliman, its weight making the earth tremble and leaving burning footprints on the marble. Golden patterns turned to flowing blood under its supernatural influence.
Mortals who blocked its path were slaughtered by axe and whip, their remains scattered across the battlefield. This slaughter fueled the daemon's blood-red aura, intensifying its oppressive presence. Behind it, more Khorne demons surged forward on Brass Rhinos.
Soldiers on the city walls fired into the demonic tide. Lasers, melta beams, and inferno rounds fell like torrential rain, tearing through the horde. The Greater Daemon remained unaffected; blood mist churned around him, and incoming fire rippled harmlessly against his hide.
"Son of The Cursed One, your head belongs to me," the daemon spat, sparks spraying from its mouth.
Guilliman met the beast in silence. Clang! Demonic iron clashed with holy fire. The impact forced weaker creatures to retreat, carving out a space for the duel.
Above them, Daniel fought in the sky. His white wings carried him through the air as he unleashed violent psychic energy. He carved a path through the Furies, allowing Imperial aircraft to enter the gap. Melta cannons and laser arrays illuminated the crimson sky, sent furies plummeting to the ground.
"Saint," Guilliman called out from his struggle.
Daniel responded, swooping down with his staff and the Holy Judgement Blade. He erupted with the Emperor's power like a rising sun. Demons screamed and retreated. The Greater Daemon recoiled in pain.
"This is not a fair duel," the beast protested.
"When have you ever been fair?" Guilliman retorted.
Daniel hurled a spear of condensed psychic power, piercing the daemon's shield and body. As the beast screamed, Guilliman rushed forward, slamming his power fist into the daemon's face and shattering its balance. The daemon fell against a marble staircase, its whip wrapping around the Emperor's Sword. The blade's heat melted the whip instantly.
The daemon swung its battle-axe, but Guilliman ducked, abandoned his sword, and lunged. Both sides traded primitive, heavy blows. Aletea watched from a distance as these two titans brawled. Guilliman seized an opening and burst one of the daemon's eyes. Daniel plunged the Holy Judgement Blade into its chest.
As the beast flailed, Guilliman gripped its neck and armor, lifted it, and delivered a heavy knee strike. A spine-snapping crack echoed across the field. The Greater Daemon wailed in agony—it had been shamed. Khorne's demons watched in shock as the Primarch broke the Blood God's favored servant.
Guilliman threw the beast to the ground. "Tell your master, Terra does not welcome him." He stomped, crushing the daemon's head.
The Imperial forces were invigorated. Celestine prayed devoutly, while Voldus and the Grey Knights looked on in awe. A Greater Daemon that usually required complex rituals to banish had been physically broken by the Primarch's strength.
"In the Emperor's name, counterattack!" Amalrich shouted.
The Imperial Army launched a counter-charge. Nearby, Players discussed the display. "Is Grandpa Blue learning moves from the Wolf King?" one asked. "That daemon is finished; the Blood God will banish it for such a public defeat."
In the thick of the fight, GuillimanRules—an Ogryn in heavy armor—swung a spiked club, turning a Bloodletter into a pulp. He raised his staff. "Avada Kedavra, motherf*cker!" Lightning blasted nearby demons into charred husks. "Defend the honor of Hogwarts!" he shouted.
Voldus froze, watching the Ogryn cast psychic spells. "Grand Master, focus!" a Grey Knight called out, saving him from a pouncing demon. Voldus tried to dismiss it as a hallucination, but another bolt of lightning confirmed the truth.
"By the Emperor's teeth!" Voldus stared in disbelief. An Ogryn psyker was an impossibility that defied all logic.
"This must be the great power of my Lord," Celestine said, offering the only explanation Voldus could accept.
GuillimanRules continued his rampage, eventually joining the Sisters of Silence and Custodes against another Greater Daemon. He slammed into the beast like a heavy truck, pinning it down. The daemon tried to strangle him, denting his armor, but the Ogryn smashed its head against the marble repeatedly until the floor shattered.
The daemon retaliated, throwing the Ogryn and slamming him into the ground until his bones broke. But the Ogryn's vitality and psychic protection kept him conscious. Valerian seized the opening, piercing the daemon's heart with his spear. Sisters and Custodes swarmed the beast until it collapsed.
GuillimanRules was helped up, his armor ruined and arm broken. He raised his club. "For the Emperor, for Leaderboard Points!"
The soldiers, hearing the first half, joined his cry. The Hogwarts Battle Group rose into the top ten on the leaderboard. Other warbands, like the Emperor Hammers, scrambled to keep up.
As Imperial reinforcements arrived from orbit, the tide turned. The Players launched a final, fearless offensive.
"You should serve the Brass Throne instead of that corpse!" the last Daemon roared as it was surrounded.
"No need," a Player replied. "Once the Emperor seizes your master's authority, we'll slaughter in his name instead."
The daemon was stunned by such arrogance. One by one, the Greater Daemons fell. Finally, only one remained, surrounded by Players eyeing it like a prize.
"This one is for the Husky Warband!" "The Kun Fist Sect claims this!" "Hogwarts will take it!"
They argued over the kill as the daemon roared in humiliation. Guilliman watched the scene, speechless. He wondered if these "Saints" truly served the Emperor or if they were simply fueled by a different kind of madness.
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This was a 3k word chapter...Sorry for using this fic to experiment with word padding removal xdd