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Chapter 168: Death of Dynasties
The forces of the Human Empire swept through the outer systems, shattering all resistance, and finally reached the capital world of the Rangdan race.
Countless Rangdan warriors and every surviving vessel gathered in the capital star system.
They fought to the death.
They battled for their homeworld until the final moment, spilling their last blood in desperate defiance.
Yet against the Human Empire's total superiority, they were defeated. All their warships were reduced to wreckage, and the void itself became a graveyard of twisted metal and lifeless forms.
At last, the forces of the Human Empire stood at the edge of victory.
Ten thousand warships surrounded the Rangdan homeworld.
The Rangdan people below could gaze upward and witness the dense formation of Imperial vessels.
The light from their plasma drives blazed like countless newborn stars.
The Rangdan ruler lived within a crystal palace.
When the Emperor arrived at the Rangdan capital world, the ruler used powerful psychic abilities to establish mental communion with the Master of Mankind.
"Cursed One, destroyer of worlds."
"I shall await you in the depths of damnation."
The Emperor stood upon the command deck of the Emperor's Grand Design, His ancient gaze cold and unmoved.
He remained unaffected by the xenos ruler's final curse.
When the alien's words ceased, He severed the psychic connection and commanded the execution of Exterminatus protocols.
The psychic barriers protecting the Rangdan capital world were incredibly strong.
Macro cannons capable of reducing cities to ash merely created ripples across the alien shields.
Gravitational warheads designed to rend continents apart exploded harmlessly before reaching the surface.
High-energy radiation missiles that could reduce living matter to rotting slime faded within the atmosphere.
Their half-lives, typically spanning millennia, were compressed to mere hours.
Yet, regardless of these defences' strength, they could not forever withstand humanity's righteous wrath.
When annihilation bombs, specifically engineered to counter psychic phenomena, were deployed upon the battlefield, the end came swiftly.
The psychic annihilation bomb was a weapon developed through extensive study of the unique properties of the soulless ones.
Its single purpose: the obliteration of beings possessing potent psychic abilities.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Terrible explosions thundered through the Rangdan homeworld's atmosphere.
Expanding rings of void-black energy spread like evil specters consuming all existence.
The dark energy hungrily devoured psychic power, rendering them into absolute nothingness.
As the annihilation bombs struck the planetary surface, members of the Rangdan race collapsed en masse.
Should any observer have examined them, they would have discovered in horror that the weapons' terrible power had utterly consumed their souls.
Dense bombardments of annihilation ordnance blanketed every corner of the world.
The cities remained intact, only the souls of every living being upon this world had died.
Soulless, empty corpses lay sprawled across the ground without external wounds, their features frozen in the despair they experienced before death.
The Rangdan monarch also met its end.
When Human Empire military personnel descended to conduct reconnaissance, its corpse was discovered lying within the ruins of a shattered crystal throne.
It was evident this throne had once been suspended through psychic manipulation.
With its controller's death, the throne had lost its support and crashed to the palace floor.
Having dealt with the Rangdan xenos threat, the Emperor turned His attention toward the Ork Empire.
This greenskin race represented the most challenging threat humanity would face during the Great Crusade.
Under the blessing of endless WAAAGH! Energy, the Ork Emperor's power rivalled that of the gods themselves.
Once this massive Ork Empire was shattered, humanity could sweep across the entire galaxy uncontested. No force would possess the strength to halt the Human Empire's unstoppable rise.
The Emperor planned to return to Terra following the destruction of the Ork Empire.
He would oversee the Human Empire's complete integration of technologies from across the countless universes, accelerating development beyond all previous bounds.
Then, in conjunction with Raven, He would establish stable passages to alternate realities.
This would elevate the Human Empire to become a truly multiversal dominion.
To secure total advantage in the coming war, the first celestial-class battleship, recently completed, was deployed to the battlefield for the annihilation of the Ork Empire.
She was named Makado's Fury.
Makado's Fury possessed computational capabilities beyond mortal understanding.
She could precisely calculate atomic motion at galactic scales and employ this data to predict probable futures.
Beyond conventional armaments, Makado's Fury housed a reality-concept modifier.
Through the celestial-class vessel's immense processing power, she could temporarily alter basic perceptions and physical laws within designated areas, thereby achieving devastating effects upon enemies.
Once the celestial-class battleship entered the theatre of war, the Ork fleet, which had previously mounted some resistance, collapsed entirely.
WAAAGH! Energy could override universal laws within limited ranges, enabling Ork constructions to function through sheer belief rather than logic.
But the Human Empire struck at the very foundations of reality itself. No matter how potent WAAAGH! Energy proved that it could not rebuild complete physical frameworks.
Whenever Makado's Fury completed her charging cycles and unleashed conceptual attacks, entire formations of Ork vessels would collapse and fall apart within the void.
The outer sectors of the Ork Empire crumbled rapidly beneath the Human Empire's relentless assault.
Ork Warlords, empowered by WAAAGH! Energy, found themselves powerless against the Gene Engine-enhanced Primarchs and were beaten into submission.
The vast Ork Empire, like the Rangdan before them, marched toward inevitable collapse.
Ork Warlords stationed across countless worlds fell one by one to the Primarchs' might.
Ultimately, only the Ork Empire's capital, Ullanor, remained.
Upon arriving at Ullanor, the Emperor gazed upon the world covered entirely with emerald light and knew that fierce battle was inevitable.
Such potent 'I fink it works' energy possessed enough strength to distort all natural laws.
Even with a celestial-class battleship, the world could not be forcibly breached.
The annihilation bombs proved far less effective against WAAAGH! energy than they had against the Rangdan's psychic defenses.
Warp energy and WAAAGH! force remained fundamentally different phenomena.
Only through direct ground assault, by slaying the Ork Emperor himself, could this vast xenos empire be brought to its final end.
"Humanity's wrath shall destroy an empire spanning thousands of star systems," Fulgrim declared to his brother Primarchs in a tone mixing seriousness with dark humour. "We shall witness the death of a ruler; such is the way of the universe. No dynasties endure forever."
The bells of war mobilisation echoed throughout the Emperor's Grand Design, their ringing tones carrying through every corridor and hall. The Primarchs had gathered upon the observation deck, watching the bustling preparation bays below.
Countless formations moved with disciplined efficiency, conducting pre-battle preparations. The logistical requirements for a large-scale planetary assault proceeded with methodical precision.
Massive aircraft, each the size of ancient monsters, were towed from their hangars. Fuel lines snaked across the deck as servitors conducted refueling operations.
Tech-priests and servitors, clad in crimson robes and bearing countless mechanical augmentations, performed careful inspections of instruments and equipment, examining the missiles suspended beneath wing pylons and the cannon arrays mounted beneath cockpits.
Not far from the hangars, Titans, colossal as the war-gods of ancient myth, also underwent pre-deployment rituals.
Two Emperor-class Titans dominated the assembly area. They stood in majestic magnificence like divine monarchs of destruction.
Their armoured heads gazed down upon all lesser beings, singing silent hymns to war and annihilation. Vast numbers of ground crew, appearing as devoted worshippers before these mechanical deities, swarmed about their feet.
The Titans possessed but one sacred function: obliteration.
Numerous thick, ribbed power cables descended from the hangar's vaulted ceiling.
These conduits connected the energy core buried deep within the battleship to the Titans' armoured torsos.
Through this connection, these powerful war machines' plasma reactors could draw sustenance from a captured star's essence.
Rumbling mechanical arms lowered from the overhead gantries.
They bore baskets filled with massive shells and elongated missiles, transporting this deadly cargo to the Titans' weapon-loading bays.
Whether the enormous rotary cannons, long-range siege howitzers, or plasma weapons capable of reducing entire cities to ash, each armament stood as tall as a hab-block.
"Is it not our sacred duty to overthrow these xenos empires and restore humanity to greatness?" Lorgar responded to Fulgrim's observation. "Humanity's destiny shall never be confined to this single galaxy; this represents merely the first chapter of our grand journey."
"Greater realms beyond counting summon us, awaiting our conquest."
"That prospect sounds quite thrilling," Jaghatai Khan remarked. "A universe beyond our universe, the very concept suggests an epic of unprecedented scale."
"I wonder what marvels await in those distant realities. Do the beings there resemble us? What manner of civilisations and philosophies have they developed?"
"You shall witness them firsthand," Lorgar assured him. "Mr. Raven will certainly escort you to alternate realities. You will encounter completely different ecosystems and civilizational development patterns from our own universe."
Lorgar recalled the many events that had happened within the D&D universe, a reality populated by so-called deities.
It had utterly shattered his previous understanding of godhood.
Those so-called gods were, in truth, merely individuals possessing greater power.
They did not possess transcendent wisdom, nor could they transcend epochs to guide all sentient life.
Faith in them paled before devotion to the great God of Fries and Ketchup.
Lorgar formed a resolution within his mind.
Later, when an opportunity arose to venture across the many worlds, he would dedicate an entire universe to constructing a holy site for the God of Fries and Ketchup.
This sacred realm would admit only true believers of the God of Fries and Ketchup.
It would overflow with scriptures praising Him and monuments carved in His honour.
"Other universes contain many races as well," Mortarion interjected. "Some prove friendly, while others regard humanity as enemies. No matter when the time comes, we shall eliminate those hostile species one by one. They will face but two choices: kneel before humanity's feet or embrace destruction."
"What of the forging traditions in other universes?" Vulcan inquired with characteristic interest.
"It is Exceptional," Mortarion replied, drawing forth his Death Scythe.
[End of Chapter]
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