In the Grim Darkness of the Far Future. THERE IS ONLY WAR.

For millennia, the Imperium of man has been finding civilizations throughout the whole universe, resulting in millions and millions of planets found with human civilizations, unifying every one of these planets to bring down together those who may stand against them, which has helped the Imperium grow to a size.

While the rotting Emperor sits on his mechanical throne, waiting for nothing but time to flow, his people continued to worship him as a religious figure throughout the galaxy.

Every Sisters of battle, every Guardsmen, every troops of the Imperium shouts the Emperor's name to guide them throughout the fight against the T'au, the xenos, the Aeldars, Tyranids, and others that stand in their way.

For every human civilization found, humanity rejoices. For each and every individual will be a great asset in the war of Humanity against these heretics.

Camp of the Allied Kingdoms

"This is preposterous! I want to lead my men towards the Empire's enemy and bring honor to my noble family. We come from a family of nobles rightfully protecting the empire through the Arctec War. I want to raise my swords and charge up ahead against those who stand in their way. Why can't we do that?" A young, and soft looking noble wearing armors that seem too bulky for the young man bashed the wooden table that consists of a map, figures that symbolizes the geography and the location of the enemy of the Empire, and figures that seem to be the location of the current Allied Forces.

"Patience, young knight. We need to know first our enemy's movement and how they deal with our allies before we charge our men towards the battlefield. Wait until our scouts inform us of the situation and then we start moving." A large, bulky man, wearing armor in a color of brown, points and moves around the figurines in the map closer to the locations of the enemy.

"But my lord! That shows cowardice! I do not want to be branded as a coward and use mere underhanded tactics that might destroy the honor of my family!" Agitated the young noble.

"It is not about your honor, young knight. It is how we succeed in battle." Another battle-hardened knight rebutted, a leader of the Alguna, dressed in green armor.

"I will forget that you have merely disrespected my position as a noble, since you are of a rank lower than mine by interrupting, but we have already succeeded in many battles by charging head-on against those barbarians who we have fought along the sides of the Empire." The young noble merely irritated by the fact that he was interrupted by another commander, still believing that his honor still stand even through the upcoming battlefield.

"Young knight, we do not know yet our enemy. The gods know what might be coming to us. For there is something different about these enemies that we will fight."

"Nonsense! This is nothing but shameless displays of dishonors done. Having to hear this from our commander, I will ready my men right away and we will march towards them by dawn."

"Have you not known on how extremely unruly your behavior you are displaying right now? You may be a son of nobles, and from a family of knights, but this is war. Your ranks and nobility will be stripped off in the battlefield. You cannot defy my command, and you should not. Having to be shamelessly criticized by nothing but a mere twig that has fallen off a branch to tell me is downright unjust. Fine! Have it your way. Do not expect me to see you come back with your tail between your legs." The irritation that has been building up upon King Duran of Elbe.

The young knight noble left the tent and kicked the ground, throwing dirt that leaves a trail of smoke. This poor young knight has immediately seen his demise right after that.

Right after the young knight left the tent, another soldier wearing the imperial armor entered the camp of the leaders. He puts his hand in a fist and kneeled to the leaders.

"My lords, I have intel of the numbers estimated coming from the enemies of the gate. Here is the report:

50,000 Men in green, 300 Giant yellow golems, 5,000 Men in red clothings that look like mages, 4 Gargantuan Golems. Gods know whatever they have, that might fear us." The imperial scout reported.

"Hah! Do not worry soldier. We outnumber them by one hundred twenty thousand men. We can win by numbers. They do not fear us with mere giant metal golems." One of the leaders laughed it off, the king of Alguna, a man that seem to be in his early 40s with a slick moustache.

"Do not fear them. For they only have whatever gods they have to judge them when we meet them in battle. My greatest objective in this battlefield, is to see our enemies eye to eye, and greet them with our swords clashing on each other". The King of Elbe looked at his fellow companions and closed his eyes while explaining his motive for the battlefield.

Alnus Hill

Fort of the Imperium

Dawn of the New World

The newly built fort made out of resourceful materials found around the Gate were used to create the fortification around the gate. Thousands of men and women, both from the Imperial Guardsmen and those from the Adeptus Mechanicus worked together to build the fortresses, while also having the Mechanicus maintain the machine. Servo-skulls hover around the gate to scribe notes and capture the the area to around a few kilometers. Barbed wires and sandbags were carefully placed around the hill, and trenches were dug in strategic locations to make sure that there are escape routes if the defense had failed. It may be used as a last resort but the Emperor never doubts his men on this upcoming battlefield.

The fortifications of the Imperium may look scuffed at first, but it is filled with sandbags, installations of machine guns, turrets, rockets, and all sorts of turret systems. With the weapons both imported and also made from Terra, these weapons are at its best condition and well-kept during the time of the invasion.

A siren has been heard throughout the fortifications, gathering all of the units together to their positions and readied their lasguns, bolters, turrets, etc.

The dawn rises and the shadows were cast from the rising sun behind the Imperium of Man. A large quantity of soldiers, xenos, orks alike marched towards the hill heavily fortified by the Imperium. Levy infantries, spearmen, orks with different heavy melee weapons, marched forward, destroying any signs that have the famous logo of the Imperium. A scuffed but recognizable logo that shows a bird with two heads, spreading out its wings. They defiled the logo from the stomped post and those who witnessed it from afar had their inner rages flowing through their veins when they watched the horde stomped through them from afar with their binoculars.

As they approach through the hill within the range of the artillery, the shells were launched and flew through the air. As soon as they reached their maximum height, they fall towards the legion with a whistling sound that constantly gets louder as they reach their destination.

A great and thundering boom has been through the hills. It soon made the same sound repeatedly, creating a domino effect but in an explosive way. As the explosions have been heard, Each of the legions clumped together were utterly destroyed. Corpses being flung around, men screaming in pain and in confusion as they have witnessed their allies turning from an eager bloodlust hound, to a confused, mutilate flesh. The men prayed to Emroy, their god of the Underworld, to stop this horrors they have witnessed. They could not understand, nor comprehend their situation and have become scarred.

After the barrage of the thundering booms, and the smoke was cleared from the constant barrage of artillery fire, like how the curtains were raised in the theater, it shows the corpses of the medieval, roman soldiers in a sorry state. Some corpses are filled with burns, some turned into chunks of meat similar to how meat were displayed in the butcher shop. Those who survived were mentally scarred, bleeding out from their mutilated arms and legs, and those who still stand do not even want to move forward from the battlefield.

It was though just the beginning. The first wave of soldiers were barraged by artillery, but those from behind kept moving forward, ordered around by their commanders to keep pushing as they stomped through the mangled corpses. The hill looked more like the no man's zone and the field has turned black and formed from the recent artillery barrage. It looked similar to how the trench warfare fought in the Death world of Krieg. Being able to see it in another world must have felt nostalgia to those who were transported from Krieg.

As the second wave of soldiers pushed forward, lasguns, bolters, and turrets blasted through the melee-wielding men. Commissars ordering the men in green to shoot, while they blasted their bolt pistols to the men.

Anti-air turrets such as the Hydras detected flying xenos ridden by the medieval riders, and pointed their cannons to them. They sent the message to the riders by riddling their dragons with armor penetrating bullets, leaving them with big holes in their wings and their bodies. The unfortunate riders were also shot down together with the dragon, falling down just like flies zapped by electric fly traps. One fallen dragon rider squashed one of the poor Roman soldier, instantly crushing him by the weight of the dragon. Those that witnessed him kept moving forward, unmoving by the pitiful soul on the battlefield.

Titans blasted their autocannons towards the enemy, while also being able to become an offence to the Imperium. They were used to scare away by stomping through the compact formations of the medieval soldiers both literally and figuratively. Its mechanical roar and the sounds of deafening cannons put more fear to the front. Even the Guardsmen themselves could not do anything but watch in awe as the Titan break through the formations.

The unending barrage of artillery, the sounds of bullets and lasers wheezing through the fields, the constant shouts of pain, confusion, and prayers of all sorts are heard in the battlefield, but it all met to the end of the first wave, slaughtering the soldiers of the Feudal world with ease.

Not even one single casualty has been reported in the side of the Imperium of man, except for one poor man who accidentally overcharged his rifle, causing it to explode on his hand. He was soon treated with ease since the medics of the Imperium were not taking actions in the field.

Meanwhile,

King Duran, King of Elbe of the Allied forces rides on his horse watching with his eyes shot open and his mouth drop as he watched his men die in the battlefield without even meeting or a single clash of swords. He was not able to comprehend how extremely horrific, and unimaginable that his men died with ease. He looked around finding his comrades in the battlefield, shouting their names.

He watched as each soldiers were pinned, mutilated, burnt by the lasguns of the enemies. He saw a recognizable helmet, that had similar features that of a knight. He dismounted his horse and picked up the helmet, feeling that the helmet is quite heavier than intended, he rotated the helmet only to see what seems to be the head of the one who wears it, none other than the young noble. Before his death, he had a facial expression that shows fear. King Duran, burning with anger, tried to call his men to push, but his men were too afraid to even push. They all were running in different directions away from the battlefield. Those who ran were shot in the back, burnt by the lasguns, or desecrated by the bolters. The battle-hardened king could not do anything other than retreat back to the allied camp.

Camp of the Allied Kingdoms

With the despair and small hope they gathered inside the camp of the Allied Kingdoms, the leaders sat on their chairs and gathered around the wooden table, holding the broken helmets of the previous leaders they have lost. The remaining ones have a low morale, thinking that it is inevitable to have lost in the battle.

"This do not make any sense. How are we supposed to defeat such a powerful enemy! We could not get closer to them with our swords. Our archers were not able to hit their target by their ballista. They are mere gods of the battlefield that slaughters those who attacks them." One of the commanders still alive from the previous battles.

"No. I think I have an idea for our next attack. We fight them at night. We will be able to surprise them by reaching in close range. Without the need of the sun's vision, if we fight them at night, the gods will soon be with us in the next attack". The now scarred king now clad in brown armor blinked as he said his next plan.

There was a small glimmer of hope left when the leaders saw how the king has gambled their life in this night raid plan to make sure that the enemy may lost at this point. Hoping that there will be a chance to redeem themselves in the battlefield. But as the Imperial Proverb of Warhammer 40k universe has said, "Hope is a first step on a road to disappointment."

Alnus Hill

Night

As the sun falls from the sky of the Feudal world, the Imperium of Man were still on guard by the recent attack and are more eager to see a new fight for the next day. Although it was just a mere target practice for the men, they know how they went through with a breeze against men holding nothing but primitive weapons similar to that of the Iron Age from the first Millennium.

With the current activities at night in the Imperium are just the soldiers cleaning their weapons, maintaining their post, and switching their guard post for the night, the Mechanicus however are still in constant maintenance of their machines, and also praying to the Omnissiah before they continued repairing and maintaining the equipment of the Imperium.

In the Command, multiple ticks of dots are seen surrounding the gate. The commands knew that this is the night raid, and although they have not been in a close range, they soon knew what they should do. The alarm has been raised and all went to their positions.

Some of the guardsmen who were about to fall asleep suddenly hearing the alarm rushed through their positions, leaving their beds. A grav-flare was used and were pointed in the air. The brightness of the flare is undoubtingly bright. It is so bright that it is able to illuminate an area within ten kilometers of radius.

The brightness of the Imperium's Grav-flare surprised the Feudal World. Such things that can be as bright as the sun would never come to likely be in their world.

"Move, men! Move! They have seen through us. Attack now! Spearmen! Infantries! Knights! Bowmen!" King Duran noticing how the situation they are in, commanded his men and at the same time rode his horse fast.

Although he moved really fast the horse tripped over the barbed wire blinded by the flare, and also unable to detect the one that trapped them. The king soon realized how hopeless it was as he saw his men were pummeled down by the devils of the Gate. Earthshaker shells were dropped around the king as he realized how his efforts in fighting is useless. He picked up the bow from his fallen comrade, checked if the bow is sturdy, and picked an arrow. He draw his bow and pointed at the direction of the enemy, and released the arrow. He fell in a state of grief, watching as his men continue to be shot down, have their limbs cut off, dismembered, lacerated. He laughed menacingly and was blasted by the Earthshaker once again.

The night raid concludes in defeat, leaving nothing but despair to the feudal warlords. Those who have routed know this as the day their judgement has come. With the current standing of the fight, it is a humiliatingly loss for the Allied Kingdoms. The whole legions of it are decimated. Morales is shattered, Despair and hopeless in the battlefield. They could not do anything by the overwhelming power of the enemy.

The reports shown in the slaughter of Alnus Hill shows that it is estimated to have 120,000 casualties in the fight from the side of the Allied Kingdoms. Not a single casualty has been shown in the Imperium however witnesses said that one of the guardsmen was shot by an arrow in the shoulder while they were pulling the triggers of their lasguns.

Capital of the Empire

"Your Majesty, our casualties in the battle of the Alnus Hill, including the missing and the dead is estimated to one hundred thousand. Their morale has broken down to the point that those who have survived left home." A bald, old man explained to the emperor of Sadera

"Hmm… Just as expected." The emperor rested his cheek on his fist and sighed.

"However your Majesty, the enemies of the gate have been showing movements often. It is worrying." The minister stated.

"You seem anxious by the movement of the enemies, Internal Minister Marcus." Emperor Molt replied.

"Yes, your Majesty, it's been like since birth."

"Very Well. I will leave these to the right person of the job. Orders are absolute and this is more important than Alnus. Burn all the streets and villages that lead to the Imperial Capital. Poison the wells and remove all livestock. The enemy will not retaliate if they were within reach, and we can take advantage of that." The emperor declared.

"Scorched earth tactics, you say? Your Majesty, you do know that doing so will further drop our tax revenue?"

"It can't be helped, Minister Marcus. I was wondering if the villa should considerably be postponed, and when should the garden party be rescheduled?" The emperor held his chin with his hand after that.

"Your majesty, I was wondering. Is Marquis Garcel somewhat a thorn in our council?" The minister asked.

"Why should you involve him in your concerns Minister?"

"I think it is possible your majesty that he may dismiss your majesty he might be invoking a recommendation for a state of emergency." The minister explained.

"Interesting. Let the senate do what they please. I will leave these concerns to you, minister."

"Your Majesty!" An echoing, high, female voice has been heard in across the senate.

A woman who walked through the red carpet towards the emperor, a woman with red hair, beautiful as she walks elegantly, and at the same time, angered by the recent events.

"Hmmm… What seems to be of concern, Pina Co Lada?" The emperor asked his daughter.

"What is your majesty doing in all the midst of the current situation? Have you been succumbed by the old age of senility?" The daughter exclaimed.

"Your Highness? What in the name of-" The minister was then interrupted

"This is concerning the men we sent to Alnus Hill. Minister! Have you said the truth to his majesty?

"O-of course Pina."

"You snake! Have you not mentioned the soldiers captured by the enemy?"

"We have to rebuild another army in order to rescue our soldiers-"

"How many years will that take? If we are to delay ourselves more, the enemy will be having their daggers in our throats." Pina infuriatingly knows how the empire would be doomed if she had done nothing.

"The one who has proposed the delay was none other than me. This may be the best time to say this. Does your 'knightly orders' involve assembling an army and scouting the enemy? If you really so much insist, is that alright?" The emperor explained to his daughter.

"I will comply to do so, father. I will be going." Pina bowed at her father and left the Imperial palace.