New world New galaxy

by Abdiel Amaro

Warp storms engulf the new world. Even Nazarick can feel this chaotic power. What will the overlord of Nazarick do after arriving to a place where the only future is endless war? one grimdark future where peace is just a dream.

3. Counterattack

Both Warhammer 40k & overlord belong to their respective owners.

[X]

Well, I'm back. And while many will spite on me. I must appreciate all the positive reviews and the ones that tell me how to improve too.

Before I start, I want to let something clear. I hate OC's I never consider the characters I make as OC's, for these are generally self inserts and by logic are considerably cringy. I only write the characters based in what would be better for the story.

However, due to all these fanboys that has never read of 40k and thinks that by only saying my story sucks and to don't ever write again. Well… I don't fucking care. I will keep writing as much as I want, and while you are so annoyed by seeing Ainz not being as the OP anymore, I think I will add more salt. However, I don't want to ruin the story, so I had an idea: I will write spin offs chapters putting Nazarick against other races and characters of 40k's Lore. So, next time instead of seeing chapter 4 you will find a spin off with a Culexus or some custodes dropping on new world. I still don't decide.

So, seeing we are trying to compare the levels of astartes let's get deeper.

Lets compare a common guardsman to an adventurer. An adventurer of adamantite rank is considered as level30. But then if we put that adventurer vs the guardsman… the guardsman will vaporize the adventurer with his lasgun. So what lv would have the guardsman? 50? 60? We know in overlord items can give huge boosts in lv capabilities. Would the lasgun be considered as high tier item?

Then if we consider an astartes, how much would it have? We know a bolter round would ignore a lot of armor and plasma guns have the temperature of the sun's core. The thing that gives astartes the edge is the equipment.

And we have grey knights that are far stronger than common astartes and apart of that we have custodies that see, for an astartes, what a human would be.

Since I answered so much I will post the answers at the end. And before you start, try to research what a psybolt round and a nemesis weapon can do.

[X]

The greater daemon sat on the throne. The one that used to be the throne of the former ruler of this Re-estize kingdom. However, the lord of change gave it a new form. Cristal of numberless colors shaped in the form of a huge throne of twenty meters in height. Flames surrounded it in a circle of fire in multicolor spectre. At his right was a pink horror, this played with a human, fat, of weak appearance. He used to be a prince, now was an abomination, the fire of Tzeentch had changed his form so many times he had warped in something hideous. His skin full of scales, his eyes made of scorpions and his arms turned into mercury that dripped all the time. So many times he had begged for die, he asked them to just kill him and end with his misery, but the pink horror just laughed and laughed.

In front of the lord of change was a woman, young in appearance. Her hair, formerly golden and with a gleam of purity, was now twisted by the purple of she who thirst. The woman only used leather and chains to cover her body, her legs were now transmuted in the form of a goat's. Behind her, carried a young man. Chained and strapped. His limbs had been removed and his body full of scars. Trying to walk as a dog would do, struggled for follow her mistress.

"What are you doing here, slave of slaanesh?" the deep and powerful voice of the greater daemon made unnatural echo. "I had thought you would be serving the dark prince, transgression is not allowed in my domain and shall be punished."

The daemon saw how the woman shuddered for his words, there was no doubt she was probably trying to imagine all kind of foul tortures. However, before being covered in warp fire she talked.

"My mistress sents me to ask. When will we attack? A country so small like this won't be enough for the two."

The lord of change chuckled and rearranged on his throne. His foul smile perked under his beak. "Soon, tell her that. We have first to deal with the stupid inquisitor. However, soon we will be relieved; the changer of ways tells me about the fate."

"I hope it doesn't end in a twist of the destiny." Said the woman.

"Don't mock at me, slave of the desire. I could turn you into ashes with just a thought. Now get out of my view and take your dog with you or I will let you experience the same fate your brother suffered."

"Oh, I wouldn't even think in that. After all, were the gods who gave me what I desired the most." She said as she looked at the young man struggle for trying to stand. "For my loyalty, the prince of pleasure has conceded my wish faster and easier than what that sorcerer king had promised. And what is more…"

Warp energy bathed her mouth and eyes, after some seconds she screamed. A psychic howl was vomited and directed towards the poor bastard at the side of the greater daemon. The twisted formed human was shattered into thousands of pieces and his body was turned to dust.

"Power! it flows through my body and fills my veins! This is what I wanted! Now I can talk with beings of high intelligence and they can understand me. Oh, where were you, Slaanesh!? Why didn't you came at me before!?"

The greater daemons looked at the remains of its former slave. It didn't matter much, after all, it was a broken toy.

The woman left, only the greater daemon and his retinue stayed. He saw the former prince reduced to dust, he was bored of see him, the taste of his suffering had turned bland. He snapped his fingers and the fire consumed the dust, only a statue of gold would remain where once the second prince of Re-estize was.

This nation had fallen so fast and with such easy that he considered this as a task worthless of his attention. But the word of Tzeencth is law and so is his knowledge about the things that will come.

This planet shall turn into a daemon world.

[X]

They came running, like unstoppable machines ready to splat anything in their path. With their shields at the ready they charged, no fear for death, for the life was anathema to it. Every death knight urged to kill; they wished for blood, their hatred for life is what pushed them to move and taste blood.

They had been deployed in separate. No less than five meters kept them away each other. Demiurge had decided this formation and to attack from a distance of two kilometers for start running. There was no problem in that, undead never feel fatigue. However, he was sure those beams of energy wouldn't inflict too much damage on the death knights. However, they still could fall due to the damage; Lupusregina had mentioned how these were able to vaporize a human, so probably four or six shots would take down a death knight.

The charge kept advancing; there was still a good extent for the death knights before reaching the lines. The sandbags and trench called him for his attention, those were pointless in a battle, but with those weapons, it could make sense. That would mean they heavily relied on distance attacks, so if they can reach melee range it would be their victory. He silently chuckled after seeing how easy would be this fight.

"Hmm… still, a show of strength is necessary in these cases. [Meteor fall]"

From the sky it fell. A ball of fire and rock, a meteor was going directly to the enemy encampment. With a spell like that he could wipe out half the forces of the enemy. With searing light it reached its target and exploded, anything nearby would be pulverized, many humans would die.

However, that didn't happen.

Multicolor lights erupted over the encampment. The void shields receiving all the impact and damage, in seconds, all the explosion was gone such as the meteor. There was no spell anymore, no attack, like if the multicolor light had absorbed everything.

"Demiurge-sama, what was that?" the evil lord wrath spoke alarmed.

Demiurge couldn't describe what had happened. What kind of magic could be able to shrug off a 10 tier spell and make it disappear like if it has not ever existed? A spell like that could be considered weak, but still, just delete it like that, he was sure he couldn't do that.

Then a sound was heard and he saw how the Death knights at the front line were on the ground already. This had not been the work of those blue energy attacks, no, his eyes let them see the projectiles being fired, flying at hypersonic speed. The heavy bolter round impacted on the death knight's shield and exploded destroying the shield, the second impacted on the chest of the death knight making him stop and pushing him, but still, the death knight was on his feet, its skill had let it kept 1hp, but a third projectile destroyed its chest and exploded. The death knight disappeared after turning into ashes. Thick laser discharges vaporized the death knights' chests, but still were moving; bolter rounds finished them with ease.

The damage was lethal; no other weapons had shown that power. However, his initial plan was giving results, the scattered death knights were close, and soon the counterattack would begin. He had experimented with teleportation, [gate] may be useless, but they still could use teleportation spells to some degree. He casted it and he and the evil lord appeared in midair.

He then saw him. The inquisitor. Dressed in black and with his eye replaced by a red lens. He pointed at the death knights, a bluish colored weapon in his hand. It sporadic fired, blue bolts of energy. Demiurge saw how one of those bolts impacted on a death knight and melted it; he saw how even after using its passive skill, the blue fire-like was still surrounding it finally destroyed it.

For the time the death knights had reached the trench eight hundred thirty nine had been destroyed. The death knights charged, thirsty for blood and revenge. Even with their numbers heavily reduced they would stomp everything. Mortar shots were falling as a wall, but still couldn't destroy all of the death knights, it didn't had the reach as a earthshaker would.

But something happened; a new weapon of the enemy was shown. Raging torrents of fire engulfed the closest death knights, fire able to melt metal reduced them to ashes. The melta-guns fired and the sub-atomic agitation of the higlhly pressurized pyrum-petroleum gases reduced them to a stream of smoke. If the first part of the attack reduced their hp to 1 at contact, the rest of the torrent finished with them.

Then a shout was heard, "fix bayonets!" and after a moment the scions charged too. It was odd, even illogical. The death knights were able to easily splat the quagoa, even the first time they had fight against humans they had killed them with such ease.

The scions charged, and a similar effect was found, however, while a human should run for fear, these never did that. Even after their companions died cleaved in half they still charged with zealous hatred and no fear, a scion died and after him another came running, this used the open his ally had left and with his power bayonet stabbed the skull of the death knight, he fired, one, two, three times and the undead was gone. The scions killed by the death knights tried to rise now turned into zombies, however, their companions didn't hesitated an iota of doubt for vaporize their heads.

Demiurge would have expected these humans to have some triumph card, but this was out of him. He had only get info about the guns they had used in carne village. But seeing how vast their arsenal was made him take note of this. They were a treat, if these humans had other weapons and were able to point them at Nazarick then at least one guardian would be in danger. They needed these weapons, they needed to study them.

"Wrath. I need you to make us room. We must take down the inquisitor. If we do that we will have time to prepare us."

"What about taking him with us to Nazarick." The evil lord said.

Demiurged responded in a serious look. "It will be more effective in this way; if we kill the general then the army will be disoriented but another may take his place. Take him is a good idea, but only if we can do it fast."

The evil lord nodded and casted [napalm] a great area was merged in fire. The scions were bathed by the fire, but their ceramite armors shrugged the damage. However, the objective had been accomplished. The humans had retired and only the inquisitor was left. He walked on the ashen ground, the fire blended in front of him letting him pass. He saw the daemons flying in front of him, he aimed and fired. A bubble of plasma with the heat of the sun traveled faster than a bolter round. But this was not well aimed and avoided demiurge.

They landed, Demiurge studied this man. He had never seen an individual like him; the wires connected to the back of his head were strange. If possible, he wanted to study him more.

"daemons…" the inquisitor spited with venomous hate. It was like seeing the eyes of hell, just what are these humans? Are they even humans? Demiurge thought for himself.

"[On your knees, human.]" Demiurge spoke using his [command mantra] any human should find unable to resist his words and would end doing whatever he said.

But the inquisitor didn't move at all. Instead, he spoke.

"You dare to try your foul mind control over me? Do you have the slightest idea of how many times I have faced beings of nightmare that could make a joke of your words? And you believe that this will be able to affect me?" his words were full of hatred.

The evil lord advanced, it would grab the man and would use him as a weapon, just like he did with that female human. But still had to leave him alive so can be interrogated by the minds of Nazarick.

With every step the ground scorched, his aura of heat would kill any human, which is what he thought. He was just seven meters close to the inquisitor, and he had not moved, probably he was frozen in fear.

But the inquisitor just wryly smiled while looking at the evil lord.

Then a flash of light appeared and a deep sound was heard. And the arm of the evil lord fell to the ground.

Pain invaded its body, it felt considerably weak. Wrath looked at the inquisitor; he had not moved an inch. He was still standing there just smirking.

Another flash of grey appeared and sliced its torso. The evil lord fell on one knee, considerably weakened. What had just happened? What kind of spell had he used? How was this mere human able to do this to him?

Then the evil lord saw it. Towering over 2.5 meters in height. A being clad in grey armor. It was considerably odd, but the demon could fell and aura of holy element so intense coming from the grey knight. The knight carried at his right hand with a sword, this was clogged with a blue light of arcane energy, a nemesis force weapon. On his left was a psybolter.

[Time st…] the evil lord tried to cast, but the blade of a halberd pierced its skull killing it in an instant. The lifeless body of the demon fell, over it was another grey knight.

Demiurge was shocked; these knights had appeared of nowhere and had killed the evil lord with such ease. He felt the holy element coming from them. These were dangerous, truly dangerous.

He was about to teleport when he saw one of these grey knights raise his arm and aim at him. He knew what that weapon could do, however, he was sure these weapons couldn't damage him. [Body of effulgent Berylium] he casted and his body was surrounded by a green aura. He prepared a scroll of teleportation and he was about to use it.

The grey knight fired. And the psybolt rounds pierced Demiurge, slicing him in half. The psycho reactive rounds destroyed the spell and bypassed all kind of resistance. He felt to the ground, the scroll escaping from his hand.

He was still alive, he tried to move, if he could cast teleportation he could be able to return to Nazarick and be healed.

But it was when he saw at the grey knights that he understood what had felt over them.

At first he had seen only two grey knight's teleport and appears instantly. But now more were arriving at the same time. Twelve of these hulking warriors appeared, one of them was above him, its blue eye lenses looked at him like a judge declaring death upon the guilt.

The nemesis force sword pierced Demiurge's heart.

[X]

Lakyus was not able to believe what she had seen. An army of the sorcerer kingdom defeated. Those death knights, legendary warriors of immense power, destroyed by the hundreds. She even saw that huge and powerful daemon being slayed by those imposing giant grey knights.

She couldn't digest this. These people were so advanced and had weapons incredibly powerful. Those lascannons punched through so many death knights as if not were there. She watched a group of those scions attacking the flank and destroying all the undead left.

"A magnificent view, isn't it? There is nothing more glorious than seeing the triumph of the armies of the emperor over these foul creatures."

The one who spoke had been the ecclesiarch. The man of advanced age sipped at the glass filled with amasec. His old hands were holding his rosarious while praying in silence for the emperor.

"How… how is that possible… how can you have such powerful magic?"

The ecclesiarch looked at her with sour eyes. He was disgusted for the mention of sorcery, however, he answered.

"There is no sorcery in what you have seen, at least, not in a great part. The weapons of the imperium have been crafted since millennia ago, product of our god-emperor and his infinite knowledge. He gave us the tools to fight the horrors in the galaxy. Aindra, dear, there are untold dangers in this universe, far terrible than what you have seen in all your life. You have no idea how much I have seen all these years traveling with lord Bane."

The ecclesiarch finished his liquor and served more. The smell was considerably exquisite. She had once tried it, and she had to admit it was the best alcoholic drink she had tasted.

"Did you meet your companions? How are they?"

Lakyus shivered while hearing that. She was sure the bishop did know a lot of her friends. After talking, the ecclesiarch had accepted to release Tia, Tina and Unglaus. However, there was a condition; she had to teach the priests about divine magic. According to the bishop, divine magic should be similar to some miracles made by priests of ecclesiarchy. However, the theory of bishop Benedel says that if you cast a divine spell while reciting litanies of the emperor could help to boost the spell far greater. After all, she knew the power of this magic could very possibly come from the god itself and not from the caster.

While she had learned some prays and psalms, she still had the moral trouble of stop adoring the god of water and start worshiping the god-emperor. She could acknowledge the emperor as a greater god, but still his ideals of hatred and destruction for all no human could be a problem. Yes, she could kill a group of monsters to prevent a village to be destroyed but she wouldn't be willing to exterminate the home of those monsters, she may assure that these imperials would massacre with extreme prejudice every demi human. She even had seen how they killed beast men personally with those deadly chainswords. The beastmen's children being chopped right before the eyes of those captured. Some elfs had been fusilladed after the Magos finished studying them. She was sure they had not done all this to them because they are humans.

However, her biggest worry right now was Evileye. They did not release her, but couldn't ask for more, at least the rest was free, or what could be said as free. She knew that if she doesn't cooperate will end with them dying one after one.

"They are okay, I must thank you for giving them shelter and food. You are very generous."

"Don't mind me. After all, they are behaving good. I may let them to retire the devices on them. however, we still must address the biggest problem here."

Benedel served more amasec and sat on a master crafted sofa. He motioned Lakyus to take a seat which she accepted.

"There is one more reason you are currently under my protection. You see, not many inquisitors would act as Lord Bane. Any puritan would end destroying this whole planet with an Exterminatus. However, I am a man of the ministorum, my duty is to protect the faith of the citizens of empire, but I'm a priest who has embraced the dark knowledge hidden. Solomon knows this and only him, but he can't do much if I know he is a radical. Even among his retinue, I'm the only one who knows this and I have come to a deal with him.

That is why you still have not been burned at the stake. Do you remember that creature? That foul being responsible of the death of your companion?"

Lakyus trembled, the memory of that creature burned in her mind. That thing was horrendous, even bringing back those so hated memories were enough to make her shiver.

"That Daemon was a Devil of Slaanesh."

Those words made her ears pain. The name, that name… she was sure pronouncing it again would turn her insane.

"Being able to see that damned creature and find your mind still sane is proof of how useful would be a divine caster like you. However, that also confirms the presence of the ruinous powers over this world. This could end with a daemon incursion eventually, so it means lord Bane may end destroying this world to be sure chaos cannot get it."

"W-wait!" Lakyus interrupted. "What do you mean by destroying this world? Can the inquisitor really do that?"

The bishop paused for a moment before touching a bell. After some seconds a servo-skull flied towards them. Lakyus wanted to stay away, the unpleasant memories of the magos' facility still scared her.

"Archive #156." The ecclesiarch said and the servo-skull advanced to the center of the room. There, its lenses illuminated and a holo-pict. This showed a world, full colors and shapes with a beautiful blue sea. However, there was a ship on its orbit; this ship fired a beam of blue energy and what followed left Lakyus without breath.

Only one shot, only one was all needed to destroy everything. The seas boiled, all the ground was glassed, the atmosphere was vaporized and all life was extinguished.

And all this happened in just seconds.

She could only imagine the amount of lives that were on that world before that destruction. How many lives had been there before that exterminatus? And what was worse. Was her world going to suffer the same fate? Everything she knows, everything she loves. All was going to die for the order of one man.

"W-wait… what do you mean? How can he do this!? Why would he do this!? Why doom a world and let it end in such a way!? It is not fair! To just destroy instead of taking it back… it cannot be…"

She cried. The tears flowed through her cheeks. She was afraid, afraid for what would come. If the inquisitor wins her world will be destroyed, if those daemons wins, her world will be doomed. Was it better to live expecting some pity as the voices had promised her? Or would be better to die in a fast death. She was afraid of death, she was afraid of the unknown.

Benediel rose from the sofa and wept her tears with a handkerchief woven with gold. After that he just returned to his place and drinks a sip from his amasec. After a brief pause he continued.

"Life is the emperor's currency. But death is known for us. When we die our emperor takes our souls to protect us from the terrible dark gods. In death we can pay for everything he had gave us. Don't be afraid of death, for only the emperor is superior to it."

"But… why let so many innocent to die!? You have mythic weapons and champions of legend. Can't you not use them to save them?"

The priest left the glass on the table. He looked at Lakyus and after minutes of silence he spoke.

"Those innocent lives are not anymore. Once the servants of the ruinous powers descend upon them and corrupt them, they stop being innocents in all ways. Apparently, you didn't saw it; you managed to escape before that. But I have seen… I have seen things that would make you understand. Many may question the inquisitor's right of destroy a world of ten million world, but those who truly understand realize he had not right to let them live."

"But still… Why? Why does it have to be this way? Why all the death? Why all this evil?"

She once more fell on her tears.

"Be silent!" the bishop spoke in loud voice. "Is this how you will let it end? Just accept damnation? If humanity had thought like that imperium would have never existed. This galaxy is filled with foul xenos and daemons. And still, humans have now the biggest empire over this galaxy."

That seemed like it had calmed down Lakyus. Benediel congragulated himself in silence for his orator skills and finished the amasec. He let her relax some more for some minutes.

"However… I'd like to know how much you have gone in your learnings. Do you think you have achieved some advance in the matter?"

Lakyus nodded and got up. She raised her hand and pointed to the window. They were over six meters up.

"My soul is armored in faith. My duty is armed with justice. The justice of the emperor guides my soul so I shall deliver the blazing fury of the emperor! May his gaze let me deliver his judgement over the dark! May his fist meet those who oppose him! [Smite]"

A bolt of white light formed in her hand and fled directly to the ground. As fast as a plasma shot would go. The bolt of holy energy motioned forward and impacted.

The ground exploded. Like fire from a grenade launcher would do. The ground burned and was pulverized.

The first time she had done this spell she was out of words. [Smite] was supposed to be a 2 tier divine spell able to destroy a normal skeleton. More powerful undeads like ghouls or bone vultures would shrug off this attack with some damage. But this, this would destroy a bone vulture with great ease.

"Magnificent, Aindra!" the bishop praised. "I'm sure with some practice a priest of ministorum will be able to do that. Now show me the second one you mastered."

She then pointed her hand to Benediel. The bishop didn't moved for he was sure what would come.

"Raise warriors of the emperor! For he watches over us! No assault shall discern our strength! No doubt shall overcome our faith! Stand still for when the tide comes we will not falter! [Holy Strenght]"

An aura of light surrounded the priest. At first it was like if nothing had happened. He then closed to the table. Raising a fist, he launched a strike over the wooden table reinforced with steel. His fist pierced through the wood and even metal was ignored.

"excellent." The priest exclaimed. "With this I'm sure our forces will be formidable."

The bishop opened another bottle of amasec. An advancement like this would need to be celebrated.

[X]

The psychic powered promethium burned away the remaining of the daemon which had attacked them. Blue flames licked the corpse while being watched by nine grey knights.

One, however would not participate in the ritual. Words were necessary with the inquisitor.

"You have my thanks, Justicar Sid. Please, deliver my thanks too to captain Gregorius." Solomon spoke.

"I will. We make the part of our covenant as the militant arm of the Ordo Malleus. However, brother captain has tasked me with a message too. We will deploy our forces on the west. Daemons have been detected, they must be purged. I must remember you we brought three squads with us?"

"I'm aware of that, justicar. The battle here is done, now we must attack. However, we still must take care of our own casualties. I have no doubt about the grey knights but I have lost more than two hundred men. We still have seventeen days until we get reinforcements. I have seen the durability of those monsters and I would prefer to launch an assault with tanks and APC's."

"I understand lord bane, however, a greater daemon is far dire in this moment as a lesser one as you try to claim. That is why brother captain has authorized an orbital strike over the place." The justicar continued.

"I know it, justicar. But as the Ordo Malleus it is our work to know what we are dealing with. These daemons have such strange sorcery that could bring problems to imperium. We must know what this sorcery is to prevent chaos from using it."

"Deal with the warp is dangerous, Lord Bane. I'm sure you know that."

"I know it very well. However, attacking both targets at the same time will be a bad idea. You have authorization to bring down the justice of the emperor over the greater daemon. But even if you cut the root the tree will grow again, such is the nature of heresy. This, Ainz Ooal Gown, is a daemon of intelligence. He tested our strength to gain knowledge and I'm sure he will come back with an even greater force. And what is worse, this Nazarick, its operations base, is well fortified and protected deep underground. We would need a cyclonic torpedo to make sure to purge everything but unfortunately, we don't have one at this moment. Reinforcements and resources will come with the rest of my fleet. I only ask you to keep your words and assist us if necessary. This Gown is smart; it won't get out so easy from its den."

"Then we shall hunt it down there!" the grey knight exclaimed.

"If it were so easy I'd have sent you one day ago. But we won't underestimate this daemon. Now, go back with your captain and wait for my call."

The grey knight nodded and retired. Their teleporters activated and with a thunder they were gone.

Solomon looked at the scroll on his hand, the daemon had tried it to use to scape. It was such an odd item. He could feel power emanating from it, however, it was somehow secured into the scroll. It was like an eldar's rune.

It was probably some kind of sorcery to teleport. Eldar runes could do that, but this was a little more different. He would have tried to use it, but could be some kind of trap.

His interrogator approached. With him was the death cultist who had accompanied them before.

"Milord, what is that?"

"Some kind of amulet of sorcery. It is like an eldar's rune, but I can't be sure."

"We shall destroy it." The death cultist said.

"Still not. We must investigate and develop a countermeasure for this kind of sorcery. But this is not the time for that. Attend the wounded and prepare the defenses, take care of the dead. We must wait for another attack."

Both of his servants obeyed and retired. He then headed to his private room. He should finish with his ritual.

[X]

Such was the shame of Demiurge when he awakened. The gold had been melted and molded into his persona and now he was again alive. However, he could no gather the strength to look at ainz to the eyes. He had failed, how could he present at his presence in such shameful state?

"Raise, Demiurge." Ainz ordered.

He got up, his body still fuzzy and weak for just reviving. In front of him was Ainz, at his side Albedo with a glare that could not be read.

Demiurge instantly bowed at seeing the figure of his master. "Lord Ainz! I have no words to express my shame! Please! Punish this useless servant of yours!"

"Raise your head, Demiurge. It is not all your fault."

Demiurge obeyed and looked at Ainz. Sat on his throne, the king of Nazarick was watching him with his red eyes. In his hand was the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown and on his head was a crown.

"Do you know why you was defeated?" the king of death asked.

Demiurge stiffed and hesitated to answer. But after some seconds he spoke. "my humbles apologies! I underestimated this enemy! Their weapons are varied and their technology must not be ignored. They killed all of your Death knights and toke low causalities."

"Umu, that is one answer." Ainz replied. "You wanted to bring the inquisitor to me as a trophy. Your actions had good intentions, but trying to take on an enemy with such unknown abilities is not wise. However, your biggest mistake was to consider this battle as any other kind of war. Let me tell you a bit of my former world."

Albedo and Demiurge both gasped and opened their eyes at such words. Their ruler was about to tell them about his world, the world of the gods. They would try to give the most attention to every world that would be considered blessed for them. however, ainz just fekt ankward at such invading of his personal space.

"ejem… well… in my world, we leave the necessity of bringing swords in the past, long time ago we abandoned the use of the common formations in war and opted for better and more dynamic tactics and plans. A big factor of this was the introduction of guns, weapons able to fire from a very long distance that would surpass any bow and would pierce even the thickest armor. These guns made the use of foot soldiers, spearmen, shields, or swordsman as nothing but a waste of efficiency. We learned that the use of big formations of soldiers would end in massacres and instead, compact and short teams deployed in wide areas would end more effective.

Part of that advancement was the use of vehicles that would make a horse useless. Powerful cladded vehicles far faster and with greater mobility would bring wars far more massive and terrible. And slaughter of millions. A war like the one on Katze planes would end as a child's play when we consider that a whole continent could take battles on its entire surface.

And these imperials use those guns, and what is more, far more advanced and deadlier. Your decision of redeploy the death knights was brilliant, Demiurge, but it was all just inside your knowledge. Things that you don't know are the most dangerous, we can't guess the effects of a weapon that some monster drops after dead. It was the same here, and at least we now know more about these imperials and their weapons and units."

Demiurge was again impressed, not only for the magnanimity of his master, his wisdom as well. He could say his world was truly one of gods. So advanced and powerful. Probably far better than this imperium.

"however…" Ainz continued. "we will need to change our tactics. We are not fighting weak anymore. I want you to consider them as lv 100 players, we will use new plans, new ideas for attack them. they may have mobility, but we can do that too. It is time to out in practice all I learned from Punitto-moe."

Ainz turned to Albedo who was at his side. "how is going Rubedo's reawakening?"

"we still have some issues. She has killed ten lv 80 servants. We are still hesitant of releasing her. After all, she may be a little… volatile." Albedo answered with a conflicted face. "But if you wish we can release her close to the enemy, we may not totally control her, but we could direct her as an arrow."

"we will use that option if the situation is required. But we still must face them with a different plan. We will enter into tactics of hit and run, we will release the biggest damage over the enemy and will escape. Make sure of escaping as your maximus priority, I don't want to lose more of yours."

Ainz then raised from his throne and used his ring. He teleported directly to his Officine. He looked for the sofa and tumbled on it. It may not be his bed, but was enough to let him rest. His brain needs it, so many things he had to do and rest was necessary at this moment.

Just the thought about what had happened filled him with hate and concern. These imperials had killed Demiurge using those mysterious grey knights. He had no idea from where they had come. Maybe from their ship on orbit? That was most likely. Still, it didn't help him in nothing.

He still would need to make more death knights, making powerful undead would be an even slower process and time was not on his side. Even making lv 80 undeads would be kind of pointless if they can use those grey knights again.

Then a sudden idea came to his mind. It was crazy and could end with an internal conflict with his servants.

What about peace talks?

Maybe this imperium would take an offer of peace and wouldn't end in a bitter end…

No, Ainz had his doubts about that.

Even if he reached with some negotiations it was still the fact these imperials seemed to really hate non humans. He had gathered reports of kill teams attacking and exterminating all kind of non-humans in the area. At least five goblin tribes had been massacred and their bodies burned to ashes. Ogres had been taken and eliminated with over violence. Some literally rolled their tanks over their heads to execute them, they even looked like had preferred that as a way of saving ammo and not wasting it in beings like ogres.

Nor even the children were forgiven. Blue lass-bolts vaporize them; the imperials were like giants killing ants, nor even bothering if they were a menace. They just were a nuance.

Then what could he do? Use a world class item? That could be difficult since his floor guardians were the ones with world class items. And using them would mean to send a guardian. And he would not commit that mistake again.

The only option was to use fast attacks and retreat as quick as possible. Using fast units to attack and kill vital objectives could break the chain command. Of course, there was the issue of that ship in orbit, but still would need to take care first of things on ground. Maybe by defeating the imperials here the ship would retreat.

"Ah… I'm so tired…" Ainz said while trying to breathe even if he was just a skeleton. "I miss my bed. That smell was so good…"

[X]

Fear, that emotion typical of any sentient being. However, even this could be forgotten by beings who had achieved scuch levels of power that lesser creatures would be insects for them.

True, unless a force far greater than them meet at these so called "strongest" beings.

Ever since becoming a vampire, Evileye had felt fear only three times. The first after meeting Rigrit, the second after meeting Jaldabaoth. And the third after meeting the inquisitor.

Such a man like him was very different to any human as he had claimed to be. No human could have an aura od terror as him. such thing would be attributed to a monster.

She was terrified. The wait was the worst, she had been left naked inside that room. She couldn't move her body, every time she tried to escape, several drugs would be plumped inside her to make her unable to even move her fingers.

Then her fear turned into total horror when she heard the steps of the inquisitor getting close at her.

He had a scroll on his hands. She felt dark nauseating energy coming from this item. It was damned, that was obvious.

"sorry to keep you waiting. I had some issues that had to be attended fast. But we need to be done with this…"

And with that say the inquisitor opened the scroll. The first words that came from his mouth hitted her mind like hammers. Those fouls and undiscernible words made her ears literally bleed.

For the inquisitor it was almost the same, however, his will had not faulted. He held the pain and kept talking every word.

However, as the inquisitor pronounced every word, she felt her mind and soul being rendered part by part. It was like something crawling inside her skin. Something hideous was ryng to come from inside her, she tried to stop it with all her might, but it was just too much for her. Soon she heard words, mysterious and strange words that talked to her. It was so unreal, so unnatural. And she felt how those voices were eating away her being.

After many hours of terrible pain, the inquisitor said the last words:

"In servitutem abduco, I bind thee fast forever into this host."

And her soul was consumed.

[X]

The temperature of the room had descended so much that ice was hanging from the walls. An aura of warp surrounded the area; it was being only contained by the psychic will of Solomon.

What was on the center of the room was very different from the young girl that had been there. Her body had grown until reach mature, her skin was now filled with marks of dark simbols. A great amount of hair was coming from her head replacing the wires of her head, her body, now floating without necessity of any spell. Only the power of the warp feeds her.

"I had expected to see a monster. But to find this result… it is quite odd. Maybe it was for your vampire physiognomy? I can just say."

Evileye looked at him. after some seconds then she disappeared. In less than the blink of an eye she was in front of the inquisitor, her body burning for such speed she had taken. Streams of steam were seeing in the air. Only a lightning would have such hypersonic speed.

She had tried to caught Solomon's throat, but only found empty space. He then pointed at her with a plasma gun. The bubble of plasma as hot as a sun's core hitted her in the side. Fast it burned throught her flesh making her fall to the ground.

"Precognition, a very useful psychic ability in a fight. Though I prefer to use more offensive skills. However, I think you should remember who your master…is"

Another plasma bolt was fired and her back was burned. So hot it was her spine could be seen. However, her wounds sealed in seconds and she once again floated over the floor.

This time she did not attacked anymore.

"You are not a servant of the dark gods anymore. You will only serve to me from now on."

Evileye just stared at him. She was silent, very silent. And after several minutes, she only nodded. Solomon just wryly smiled at this.

[X]

Demiurge sit on the chair in the bar. This was something he normally would do with Cocytus, but even now he wanted to just sit down and drink. His pride had been wounded, and would be hard to be considered a great servant of Ainz-sama. The eyes of Albedo had said that.

He drank all the liquor of the glass and asked for another one. Even if his stats wouldn't let him get drunk, he still would like the taste.

However, remembering again that battle left him with awe. Humans are weak, that is sure, but those weapons, those vehicles and those grey warriors were very different from what humans would do on this world.

The inquisitor had not used his powers, he wanted to find out what kind of magic he is capable of use. But as far as he could see he only saw those weapons.

Shizu, one of the Pleiades uses a rifle. It was a very strange weapon, but could be usefull at times. However, the bullets it fires are totally different from the ones being fired by those big weapons.

It was a completely different kind of warfare. One more massive and more complicated. In a war, as he would consider, attacking small vital targets would be troublesome and would take a lot of time, of course, Nazarick would be able to do that, but this imperium was capable of doing that too.

He couldn't help but realize hey had to research for new weapons, new tactics, and new logistics.

But unofrtunatly, the only bit of research of firearms had been destroyed by the imperials along with so many vital projects.

[X]

The human screamed as the man was devoured by Solution Epsilon. She had a tendence for letting the screams of her food to be hear around always trying to find the differences between each others. She would do this in front of the Pleiades, only Yuri-nee would complain about this, but the others wouldn't mind for that.

However, that was not quite the same today.

Lupusregina folded her arms and legs as hearing the flesh being dissolved by the acid. She still was traumatized by the feeling of being melted away by that inquisitor. She was a creature made by the supreme beings, she had never felt pain, so, the very first time being so painful and horrible just made her want to vomit.

"could you do that somewhere else?" She asked. Solution looked at her with surprise. Lupusregina had never felt awkward for her way of eating, almost never cared.

"Are you ok? You have been down for all this time since you were resurrected by Ainz-sama." Asked Narberal Gamma who was sipping he tea.

"it is nothing… I just feel a bit uncomfortable, that is all."

"You have not eaten much too lately. Are you sure you are good?" Solution asked, now she had silenced the man for good.

Lupusregna looked at her abdomen, to the part where the bolt projectile had pierced her skin. She remembered the burning sensation inside of her and wanted to vomit again.

[X]

Ten ginzos were dispatched. And all of them soon reached view of the enemy base. Their inhuman senses soon let them see the amount of fire lines and avoid them.

However, they still were in range of the advanced detection devices used by the enemy. Their lord had told them about that. So probably they would know abouy their presence there.

Still they continued. In short time they reached their targets.

[X]

When the first attack came, Solomon's personal power field suppressed the blade coming for him. He outdrew his power sword slicing the first Ginzo that came to him. One next came crawling from the roof and trying to fall on him to get a fast death, however, the inquisitor released his plasma gun putting a shot over the ginzo. Its body melted away, it was still alive. Three more shots flied towards it, finishing it.

Solomon opened the window and saw how many scions were running towards the mayor's quarters. Shots were heard and he saw another of those creatures going after his Stormtroopers. Highly energized lasbolts impacted at it, but it was not doing great damage. It was necessary a squad to take down that undead. The plasma guns and meltas were effective against them.

Just three days had passed since that battle, now, it was a new attack from that Daemon.

[X]

The candles hanged from chains connected to the roof. These surrounded the space over the altar in the middle of the room. As dark as the void, for many, this place would be undesirable and tenebrous. Bones surrounded the walls, heads of enemies eternally conserved in alchemic solutions, these adorned the altar. And in the center of it, the statue of the God Emperor standing over the corpse of a daemon.

Angels of death of two meter tall watched over the person in the room, the statue's faces were not made of angelic smiles and views of hope, no, these were skulls holding in front of their chest swords as big as a human. The representation of death.

She prepared the next flask filled with the alchemic liquid. Inside this was a head, the head of a male elf. An arrogant foe who claimed to be the strongest. Just a prey to offer to the God Emperor. In a day she had learned about his life and in a night she had slayed him. The elf had tried to fight, broke the walls of his chambers with a hammer made of red metal. But still, it was not enough to match her speed and her deadly monomolecular blades. Only his head was taken as a spoil.

She drank from the chalice filled with the blood of the elf and placed the head on the altar, she left the eyes open, monochromatic irises looking directly at her.

One of the candles' flames shuddered and extinguished. She noticed it and decades of hellish training of which only she and other three had survived moved her so fast the normal eye wouldn't be able to follow. One blade made of black directed at her back barely touched her grazing her body armor and cutting her skin a little.

She turned and saw her attacker, what she saw was a being surrounded in black badges and emanating the aura of an undead. The creature attacked at her using the same sword that had been about to pierce her, she managed to get a hold of its arm, but the Ginzo moved its hand aside sending her to the wall with a hard sound, the wall was crackled and would break easily with another hit. However, the combat drugs already inside her body had hardened her cells and only a bolter round would be enough to damage her.

She then realized that this unnatural enemy was beyond anything she had seen on this world until now. Cassiera then moved a finger to push a button in her wrist this sent an order to an implanted device inside of her. More combat drugs were administered inside her body; Reflex, Stimm, Satrophine, Psychon. A chemical cocktail flowed through her veins giving her a boost similar of what a dark Eldar would have.

The ginzo attacked again, it charged towards her trying to pierce her heart and finish her off. However, this time she caught the arm of the undead and instead of being sent again to the wall, she used the strength of her enemy against it and lifting into the air with the leverage of a key she threw it to the ground in an arc sending its body to the floor. She released her monofilament blade and pierced the head of the creature, the spams of it body gave the reason it was defeated.

She was about to take the head of this creature, she had to retry the drugs from her body. The more it were inside her, the more after effect it would destroy her cells. However, she felt another two presences behind her; she turned, and saw two creatures as similar as the one she had finished.

Both came after her, she saw the direction of the blades going for her life. With both her blades now at her hands she also went after the ginzos.

[X]

Thadeus placed the last melta bomb on the floor. The custom made sensors would track anything and would detonate, these had been made by him, he is sure it would work. Many of his years in the streets of Necromunda had made him so paranoid he would not sleep without at least two guns on his hands.

In the hive he had learned that many enemies could be far stronger than him, which is why using traps to compensate his weakness would turn the battle on his side. Many mutants would try to hunt him to eat, just for them to become the prey.

"Take this and don't let it go, it doesn't matter what happens. Never let it go." He said this as he gave a rosarius to both twins Lord Bane had rescued from those slums. One of them grabbed the sash of prayer beads.

"what about you?" She asked.

"don't worry. Just stay there, the conversor field will protect you."

Soon two explotions were heard. The hallways where the melta bombs had been were now slumbers of vaporized rockcrete and steel. However, he knew the enemy wouldn't give up just with that. He draws a pair of autopistols. The turbopenetrator rounds ready to be fired as soon as this enemy appears.

[X]

The distortion in the air was followed by a flash of light as the Death cavaliers appeared. Soon, one hundred more were seen as the teleportation deposited them two hundred meters away from the enemy fortress.

The crypt lord sounded the horn and they charged. The ginzos were already there taking care of vital points. Now was their turn of finish off these imperials and bring glory to Ainz Ooal Gown.

[X]

So, let's start with some answers.

Dagon fell: I'm very ok with lasguns not being able to damage guardians, lascannons on the other side… however; there are a lot of things in 40k that can really hurt guardians. If we talk about shalltear remember she has a very slow defense compensated by attack. Just give a man a lasgun and will vaporize the head off any adamantite ranked adventurer. I have read all the books and specials and I'm pretty sure that daemons are really strong. Just as putting it as you say. A greater daemon can destroy a solar system, if you divide that to one quarter you still have a very competent planet buster.

Solar System Sized, Planet Busting Bloodthirster:

A planetary system loomed up. He slowed further and steered close to take a good look at it. Its sun was huge, except that it was not what he would normally think of as a sun. It was not spherical but a flat disc, in colour a brilliant shimmering green. There were at least twenty different planets, each a different colour- mauve, russet, lemon yellow, magenta- but they were not arranged as planets normally are. Instead of being roughly in the same plane, their orbits criss-crossed at all angles, linke the electrons of an atom, and sometimes more than one planet shared the same orbit.

Then something appeared which caused Calliden to sit stock-still with shock. A figure was flying through the system, and it was bigger than the planets themselves, bigger than the disc-shaped green sun. A vaguely humanoid figure but crimson-furred, with a ferociously fanged, dog-like head, eyes glaring like pits of blood from beneath jutting horns, the head topped by great angled horns plus a twisted unicorn horn jutting from the crown. The creature was flying by, flapping great membranous wings which put a dozen planets in shadow with each pass. It wore brief, ornately worked armour down to the waist, glinting red and black, close-fitting except at the shoulders whch were protected by raised and extravagently worked pieces. The curve-bladed battle-axe it carried in one hand, holding the haft loosely as it flew, was bronze-black and vaster than any weapon should be. A supernatural energy seemed to flow and crackle through the unbelievable apparition, making it more solid-seeming, more real, than any natural creature.

"What- what-"

Calliden stuttered until his mind found a rational explanation. "It's a hallucination. Can you see it, Kwyler?"

Though frightened, Kwyler was not quite as astonished as the navigator. "It is real," he said quietly, his mouth dry. "A daemon, one of rank too."

Now something happened which confused Calliden at first. The apparition seemed to be retreating. Too late, be realized that it in fact was approaching, but diminishing in size at the same time.

The daemon seemed angry. It flew alongside the Wandering Star, no more than twenty times the size of the spacecraft now, glancing at it sidelong with its smouldering eyes, wings beating majestically.

"How can it use those wings to fly in space?" Calliden queried hysterically.

"It flies on warp currents. Be careful. Don't do anything. Perhaps it will go away."

Calliden shrieked and pulled on the controls as the warp entity, in a sudden rage, swung round and lashed out with the battle-axe, itself larger than the starship. The Wandering Star jinked aside, narrowly missing being crushed by the blow, then sped off.

The daemon did not follow. The spaceship was too minute to be worth the bother, no more significant than a gnat. When last he looked Calliden saw the immense Chaos creature, system-sized again, taking his frustration out on one of the circling coloured worlds, batting it sidewise with the flat of the battle-axe, and sending the broken pieces hurtling into the disc-shaped sun.

For the very first time the navigator felt that now he truly understood what it was that the divine Emperor was striving to protect the human race from.

Briefly he wondered if the smashed planet had had a human population.

-Eye of Terror Page 96-97

Lakyus is not a godkin, she is a very talented adventurer. He term "godkin" is just a pretty name. when you haven't a solid argument to sustain that name it becomes lame.

Harlequins are considered being as fast as or even faster than dark eldars. And dark eldars have been shown in lore they can DODGE LASERS, add to that the fact we have never seen harlequins being defeated in decisive fights. They are the "custodes" of the Eldar.

Somepervyguy: I think you really should read of 40k. The biggest problem is that we have the feats in the books where we see three space marines conquering a world filled with heretics and shit and that was just training. Khorne is an outreversal being that just ignores magic, his daemons are really resistant to magic and psychic powers. We even have the collar of khorne that literally gives total immunity.

If ovefanboys didn't start with their shit about Ainz defeating everybody, I would have not started with this.

InternalFire: I know and I'm not using it anymore. However, as the lore has inconsistences, it would be normal if we consider there are almost 1000 books and materials of lore since 1970. So, it is hard to keep with the base. But I don't think I'm wanking astartes. They have shown hypersonic reactions but also, it is their weaponry what gives them their edge. Like a plasma gun which is described as firing plasma as heat as the sun's core. And I'm really sure a floor guardian would be damaged by that.

Chaosconetic: thanks by the review. I will keep taking it more seriously, and I'm willing to give Ainz an chance, like, well… we have big enemies there that would try to destroy each other's… I actually considered Nazarick as a pocket dimension or at least a well defended fortress with no other access. I don't think Demiurge is as evil as chaos, just research for a thing called "daemonculaba".

Imperial Briton. Thanks, one of the biggest things I dislike about overlords are the guardians shitting on humans. If they find out humans can beat their asses I would love to see that.

Guest1: yeah, slane theocracy could be taken by imperium and they would love all the grimdark apart of big E. If we go by real cannon, Nazarick would get destroyed in less than a week.

Loving this: thanks a lot. I guess Demiurge is quite competent, but seems like he "tries" too much to be in the good side of Ainz.

Aguy. SB: in novel "fire drake" a salamander librarian created a golem that was stomping another librarian. And it really was strong, like, not even the strength of an astartes was enough to break it, and in lore Astartes have been described as able to tore apart adamantium with their bare hands. Overlord only uses magic, science is literally unknown to them.

M'dir94: guess what? I will keep writing as much as I want.

Zeroneko: yeah, but I think it would be more interesting if Ainz has a little of chance.

Karazik: not everyone is a snowflake as you.

Guest2: psykers have been able to do that, and there are divinators that have crazy abilities of seeing the future. They are used too to confuse enemy psykers that uses divination too.

DeathstrokeNorris: … ah, you again, I think I was expecting at you seeing how you tried to debate over "god of a new world" came for another round?

Coward? That is little childish coming from someone who has no bios. I have previously said I'm the author of Attack on void or re:recreators. I don't think I'm the coward here.

Microsecond reaction speed:

As the shell seared past, Rangar threw himself flat behind the low pile of rubble trying to make himself as small a target as possible. That had been close, too close. The shot had almost parted his hair. Only his lightning quick reflexes, and the microsecond's warning provided by his superhuman senses had got him out of the way. If he had ducked half a heartbeat later, his head would have been an exploding fountain of gore and bone.

- Space Wolf Omnibus Page 269

A Marine moving so fast it looked as if he had stopped the flow of time and inserted himself into the frame. Before proceeding to butcher a group of enemies in 3 seconds:

They came out from behind the trees around her, two, then three, then five, all told: five primuls in a circle around her, their eyes like murder for what she had done to their kin.
They threw themselves at her.
For many years afterwards, for the rest of her life, in fact, Perdet Suiton Antoni often wondered how none of them heard him coming. He was just there, suddenly. How could something that big move so fast and so silently, and appear without notice? Between the moment when the primuls began to spring and the moment when they would have fallen upon her, the giant appeared and interposed himself between her and the foul, pouncing creatures. It was almost as if he had stopped the flow of time and edited himself into that particular frame of it.
What followed lasted about three seconds.
The giant had his combat shield locked on his left arm and his short, heavy sword in his right fist. As he arrived, he was swinging the shield out, and smashed it flat into the nearest, leaping primul, shattering bones and deflecting the thing away. Wheeling, he hacked his sword clean through the neck and shoulder of the second, casting out a shower of dark red blood, and then ripped backwards low, cutting through the corpse's thighs even as it toppled, so that the whole mass of the primul folded into a collapsed heap. The third, coming in at the giant's left flank, held some kind of pistol weapon, an ugly, spiky device that spat hard, sharp bullets of buzzing metal. The giant turned, raising his left forearm upright from the elbow, and guarded his face with the combat shield in time to switch the buzzing projectiles away. They struck the shield with loud, angry cracks. One embedded itself there. Another bounced off and decapitated a nearby sapling. As the third bullet hit, the giant deftly tilted his arm very slightly, and ricocheted it off sideways straight into the face of the fourth primul. The creature's head split like a blood-fruit and the primul was savagely thumped backwards, off the ground, its legs wide. It landed, spread-eagled, on its back.
Before the third primul could fire its pistol again, the giant whipped his right arm over and threw his sword like a lance. It struck the primul through the chest, lifting it off its feet with the force of the throw, and impaled it to an olive tree's trunk, its feet dangling and twitching.

The remaining primul, wicked blades in both hands, was dancing round behind the giant. With his free right hand, the giant grabbed the heavy firearm that had been knocking at his hip on its long strap, and shot the primul twice, in the face and the chest. The double boom of the massive gun was so loud it made Antoni cry out and cover her ears. The force of the shots tore the primul apart, and slammed its mangled body across the grove. It bounced sideways off a tree trunk and fell into the bracken. Silence, except for the gurgle of leaking blood.

-Brothers Of the Snake Page 62-65

It takes a Marine a Nanosecond to process how to deal with an opponent:

The Word Bearer is almost unrecognisable. For a nanosecond, the figure registers to Luciel as an unknown, a threat.

Transhuman responses are already there, unbidden. Adrenaline spikes to heighten an already formidable reaction time. Muscle remembers. Luciel wears his boltgun, an oiled black pit bull of a weapon, in his thigh holster. He can draw, aim and fire in less than a second. The range is six metres, the target unobstructed. There is no chance of missing. Maximus plate, frontally augmented, might stop a mass-reactive shell, so Luciel will fire two and aim for the visor slits. The airgate skin-sleeve is self-repairing, and will survive las-fire damage, but a bolter shot will shred it open, so Luciel also braces for the explosive decompression of a ricochet or a miss-hit. At a simple, subconscious neural urge, boot-sole electromagnets charge to clamp onto the deck plates.

He can make a clean kill headshot in less than a second and a half, two rounds for kill insurance, and probably protect the atmospheric integrity of the airgate.

All this, all this decided, unbidden, instinctive, in less than a nanosecond.

-Dawn Of War Omnibus Page 258

Bruce Ussr. Thanks a lot for the review.

H2O Ferrum Dominus: Even IG would just nuke Nazarick with deathstrikes

Koko doll: I think it was already done. Some fanfic did it can't remember the name.

Crappappleapleap: you are right, Wild magic is described as being powered by the soul, similar to the warp. They may be connected in some ways.

Exillion: I know the culture can defeat 40k at its currents estate. But defeating chaos gods? Outerversal beings outside all laws of reality? Even the culture has only knowledge about other dimensions. Chaos gods spams infinite dimensions. Do you think I'm wrong? Just go VS wikia and you will see.

The berg: the problem is that Nazarick has 0 knowledge about science.