AN: This chapter is going to be just one giant fight scene, so enjoy it. "SPARTAN-626," When the ME branch launches I will have a whole new weapon list for Humanity…So the Gundams may or may not take part in their present form. "CapitalClassShip," Unfortunately you have to wait a bit more…I want to do the fight justice. Anyways, let's get on with it, before Monty Python's cast starts complaining I'm taking too long.

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POV/Scene switch…Deity Speech

The Battle for Earth IV: Of Gods and Men

Berlin

Within the besieged city, the defenders were fighting a losing battle against endless hordes of Khoronite daemons and more conventional forces. Already they had gone from controlling half the city down to less than an eighth.

The area still under UNSC control was over stuffed with the remaining population of Berlin, four million civilians out of what used to be a metropolis of forty million, and the remnants of three Marine Divisions, three ODST Regiments, and a half strength Spartan Platoon. The defenders were being whittled down by the vast force arrayed against them, and at the rate that they were falling Berlin would be completely under the control of the invaders within thirty minutes.

The general, knowing that holding Berlin would be meaningless now, devised a plan…While the majority of the remaining soldiers were to break out and escort the civilians out and back to friendly lines, a band of volunteers were going to attack Khorne directly, and hopefully draw enough attention away for the operation to succeed.

It was a suicide mission, but the men and women of the UNSC military knew it was their best shot…As such two squads of Spartan IIIs and three platoons of ODSTs stepped forward to take on the challenge of dealing with Khorne.

As the defenders drew back in preparation to try and break out, their foes pressed in from all sides…they were close to the breaking point in some areas due to casualties…Until the volunteers counter attacked!

POV: Spartan III Lt Silverstein

The Spartan led his men from the front, ever pushing on and never giving his foes time to regroup. He snarled under his helmet as he emptied a clip from his HEW-1D (slimed down version of the HEW-1) into a platoon of cloned Chaos Space Marines, cutting them all down.

He ejected the spent clip, and rammed a new one home before checking his FoF radar. His unit was making rapid progress against the gathered Chaos and Zeon forces, already they had advanced two miles from their starting point…because of their success the aggressors were forced to halt their advance on the remaining UNSC forces in the north, and turn all their attention towards the commandos.

Silverstein grabbed a Zeon disposable rocket launcher and fired down the street his unit was attacking down, and hit a T-34VIIG (anti infantry specialized, equipped with a monstrous rotary laser gun) that had just rounded the corner right in its powerplant, causing the tank to detonate in a towering inferno.

Opening the unit wide com channel the Lt spoke in a baritone voice: "Forwards! Press the attack men! We need to buy the rest of our forces more time so they can escape with the civilians!"

As he was urging his men onwards a platoon of Black Guard, led by a certain Colonel, opened fire on them from the Berlin Metro System hub; the Spartans responded magnificently, returning fire and swiftly gunning down the Black Guards. When the Spartans arrived where the Black Guard were firing from, they found Colonel Nicholvaich, badly wounded, trying to crawl away back to his allies.

As one of Silverstein's second in command walked steadily over to the colonel, they could all hear him shouting into his helmet, which had been badly damaged by their attack: "I need backup! There are Spartans here! At least two squads of them…"

Before he could say anything else, the Sgt unsheathed his combat knife and rammed it all the way up to its hilt through the fallen colonel's skull. As the last breath left the old Zeonist, the Spartan who killed him removed his helmet and spat on the body before getting back into the fight.

Briefly looking at his radar to determine the unit's progress, the lieutenant realized that they were getting close to the last know position of the dark god Khorne. "Alright boys and girls, our target is just ahead. If anyone wants to back out, now's the time."

No one answered Silverstein's teasing remark as they readied themselves.

POV: Normal

The UNSC strikeforce had positioned themselves in and around the Brandenburg Gate, which was in ruins with over a dozen knocked out T-34s still burning in the square, and fortified their positions to the best of their ability. If it was against anything short of what they were facing, they would have a good shot at killing it, but against the strongest of the Dark Gods they might as well have been throwing rocks.

When Khorne arrived they soldiers opened up with everything they had, multiple rocket launchers fired at Khorne's legs to try and cripple to daemon; snipers tried to break the chains holding the chest plate in place…And everything else fired away at the Daemon.

Khorne merely laughed at the attempt to stop him: "You foolish mortals think you can defeat me? I who was born when the War in Heaven split the very warp asunder? I who was the one to exterminate the Old Ones, leaving no trace of their empire for future generations? I, who has for over sixty millennia been undefeated?"

As the daemon spoke he swung a massive double headed axe, and killed three full ODST squads that were taking cover amongst the ruined…after that it began walking towards the gate itself.

The soldiers, seeing their weapons were ineffective, hesitated for a second before Silverstein yelled over the sound of his rifle firing on full auto: "Do not give into despair! So what if we can't even injure the bastard? We all signed up for this knowing it was probably going to be a one way trip, muster your courage and FIGHT! For every second we hold him here, the civilians have another second to escape. So stand up and fight damn you!"

Khorne let out a bellowing laugh as the resolve of the men and women trying to stop him hardened. It had been over ten millennia since someone had the guts to face him head on without giving into cowardice. This was going to be FUN...For him that is.

With another swing of his cursed axe he slew an entire platoon of ODST who had tried tackling him to ram explosives down his throat. He then took to the air as the soldiers split in half, spilling their guts on the ground, and conjured spears of crystalized blood before willing them to impale the remaining ODST hidden around the square.

The spears, even with the troopers trying to dodge, inevitably found their marks. Some had the spears run through the visors of their helms, shattering their skulls and painting the area behind them red and pink. Others were hit in their torso, in a wound that would normally cause the soldiers to slowly bleed out…but the power behind the spears began to crystalize the blood in their bodies, causing them to become nothing more than grotesque statues; before the spears, and the blood inside them, exploded, turning the area they were in into a gory mess.

But there were three ODST who had it worse; they were pinned to the wall crucifixion style. As such they were suffering the same agony as their comrades who were impaled through their chest. But then a dozen spears rammed themselves into their guts, causing them to puke up blood in their helmets…and then, and only then, were they granted the release of death.

The Spartans, never once faltering in their duty and realizing that ranged attacks were futile, drew energy blades and charged. As they charged Khorne's face gained a cruel smile at the sight of these men, so eager and willing to sacrifice themselves to slow him.

With a mocking laugh the daemon god swung his axe once and sent a third of the Spartans into the cold embrace of death. As the bodies of the dead Spartans fell to the ground, bisected at the waste, the remaining super soldiers got close enough to attack with their blades.

The blades slid off without even injuring the monstrous being they fought, but they continued to try, dodging the giant's strikes as best they could. And for five minutes they kept the daemon entertained enough for them not to die, five minutes more for the surviving civilians to escape.

But then the Blood God grew bored, and slamming his foot on the ground impaled each Spartan on a spike of blood…But that did not kill any of the Spartans, because the sadist had manipulated the spike so it missed every vital organ and spot that could kill them.

As soon as the soldiers were fully impaled, Khorne manipulated the spikes so they projected more spikes outwards, killing the Spartans in a slow and unbearably painful manner.

As the UNSC's best died at the hands of the daemon, it looked up into space and grinned evilly, Khorne could sense the Emperor aboard the fleet that had just arrived…and so he would wait, wait for the defender of these pathetic creatures to arrive…So they could finish their eons long fight.

Next Chapter, The Battle for Earth V: Clash of Gods

Omake!

Meanwhile, in Rome:

The Night Lords legion had stormed the city, and had inflicted a rule of terror upon the inhabitants that remained.

As the Warriors pushed deeper into the city, they were brought up short by one man. He was a tall man, nearly seven feet six inches high, with chiseled features and blond hair, he was clad in priestly garb.

Before any of the Chaos Space Marines could speak, the blond spoke in an Irish accent: "Ah, greetings ya heathen fuck nuggets! Would ya do me the curtesy of coming back another day? The children at the orphanage were looking forward to their trip to the museum today."

The hardened murderers laughed, and the champion at the lead answered with a faux sincere tone: "Oh, sure priest, we'll leave…and come back another day. I mean it's not like we came all the way here to murder everyone…Tell you what, to prove we have no hard feelings, I'll give you a gift…I'll send you to your God myself!" As he said that last bit the champion charged with his chainsword revving.

But before he could get within twenty feet of the Irishman, he was turned into a pincushion for fifty bayonets. As the Night Lords stared in shock, they heard the Irishman speak in a minorly annoyed tone: "Well it looks like all ye Heathens are the same. Unreasonable idiots rushing unto your dooms…well lucky for you, I have full dispensation to send ya back to the deep dark reaches of HELL!"

*The following scene was deleted to insanity and hilarity, as well as kickassery. So in summary, Alexander Anderson of Iscariot demolished the attacking Night Warriors with the rest of his band of priests…Before Alucard came and ate the rest…And that is how Italy was saved from the taint of Chaos.*

Poll: What Series (to clarify I mean in the sequel) should the UNSC and their 40k Allies deal with next:

Star Wars:

Old Republic, as in the time period of the MMO: 7

Prequels, starting around the same time as episode I: 8

The Original Trilogy, before the destruction of the Deathstar: 0

After the destruction of the Deathstar (someone asked for it.): 1

Mass Effect:

Pre First Contact War against the Turians: 33

Start of ME 1: 4

Start of ME 2: 2

Start of ME 3: 2

The most voted option in the runner up category will be the final story of the Trilogy, so vote for your favorites.

Poll: Should Noble Six enslave Slaneesh?

Yes: 8

No: 8

Poll: Ending for this Story

Original [The Eye of Terror's collapse causes no side effects, and the two universes remain separate]: 0

Alternate [The collapse of the Eye causes a massive time special anomaly that results in the merger of the Imperial and UNSC dimensions]: 10

Poll will end during the final arc of this particular fic: Operation Retribution (title not fixed)

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