Cadian Gate (HEAVY) Fighting

The roars of the artillery shook the ground, dark smoke mixed with red and purple fire covered the skies, the sounds of the lasguns and autoguns were deafened by the screams and roars that the Imperial and Chaos forces shouted as they clashed, blood was spilled by the thousands a true paradise for the Khorne worshippers that were engaging in battle. It was like this in the daily, Chaos forces raided the Cadian Gate despite Cadia's shattering for the battle never ended as long as Mankind could draw breath and it's blade and blood. And suffice to say it was a bad day for the Imperial Guard and Adeptus Astartes or as bad as a day could be in the ever darker millennium that had fallen into the galaxy ever since it was greeted with the Cicatrix Maledictum to start the forty-first millennium. Vasker Cren was a veteran of the thirteenth black crusade, he had seen plenty of the evils the galaxy could conjure against Mankind. Right now with all the artillery that roared and the lasguns and autoguns that purred like a maddened tiger he wondered if this would be his last battle he would fight for Mankind. The Khornate forces (Led by a World Eater warband) had pushed deep into the line the Imperial Forces that they had held for forty days as the Slaanesh warbands (another can of horrors that many could barely utter as their minds melted) had raged on to break the line, but they were halted and pushed. But Chaos forces fought with each other as much as they did against the Imperium's forces, and so a World Eater band led by a veteran of the Horus Heresy charged from behind the Slaaneshi forces (The Khornate far outnumbered the Slaaneshi and outmeleed them) and slaughtered their way and they came like a swarm as they fell down the trenches making them into pools of blood as mangled flesh bursted into the air.

Vasker kept shooting the mounted autogun as Khorne cultists in decent armour and weapons charged with shouts and blasts. Vasker was calm in an odd way he had seen and survived worse, but at the end he was in Cadia were every street was a war for millions would die just to take it as he read in the reports (and he himself seen) the cultists were the least of his problems for he had seen World Eaters, Emperor's Children, Death Guard and the Black Legion (Formerly Sons of Horus) all in action and even greater numbers but this time his regiment was in a very cursed position for they rear's had recently collapsed as two more bands (It was unknown to Vasker to who they were aligned). The lasguns were seemingly going to malfunction, the autogun's munitions were running rapidly low and any support was reserved for higher value areas of the planet. Vasker dreamt of the better days of his life but they were gone now and all he could do was stand defiant for the Emperor and Mankind. The trench he was in seemed to fall very soon. Two hundred cultists charged at him directly and the autogun jammed, Vasker took out his lasgun and unleashed all it's fury and the cultists did not stop...A furious crash was heard, it was in front of Vasker as he opened his eyes, it was (an assumed human) with a blade of a great redfire wroth in the blood of his enemies as all the cultists laid mangled, the world seemed to pause as he laid his eyes on the figure, he was in front of the forces of the Warp as they grew ever larger as they charged it was perhaps hundreds of thousands: Vasker could feel the sheer hatred and lack of fear as he saw the figure dash, he was a blur of red, he faced the horde and for lack of a better word exterminated all that came to him. His blade was a blur of lighting as he cleaved and swept with a speed and ferocity the horde, he had seen Astartes in action but this figure was more impressive. The trance was over as he saw the figure start pushing back the horde as soon as he came, they were being killed in what seemed in the hundreds if not thousands. He saw the figure cleave and felt invigorated as he saw the push back, 'Rip and Tear, Rip and, Tear, Rip and Tear!' He could feel a chant within him. It was a blessing from the God-Emperor of Mankind, Vasker thought. 'CHARGE!!!!' Vasker heard the order from his commissar, and from the trenches all the guardsmen seemed to pour down and so did he as the vigor within him was and conviction had been strengthened and empowered.

Slaying Day

The Doomslayer was pissed off to say the least. He had found out that the catacombs he had laid dormant for the ages had revealed a large gate that needed five argent batteries. On the door it revealed a map towards where he showed where to find them. On the messy galactic map with Samuel's help he was able to pinpoint to where to go, Cadia (As the humans of this universe refereed to) seemed to be the entrance towards were he needed to go, but it seemed to form part of a larger system that in itself was a defensive line/fortress against hell. He needed to enter the Cicatrix Maledictum and do the "challenge of the Dark Gods". And so now he was in an errand to open the gate of where his catacombs were. The Doomslayer could have gone to Cadia instantly but he couldn't just leave, from space he could see how bad things were, millions of men charged against a never ending horde of daemons of all breeds, he would help them push the horde back. The Doomslayer slayed eight cultists as he cut their bodies in half, another ten and then thirty followed, he was fast, his blade found itself cutting hundreds and then the thousands, he was going at a faster pace than usual as his blade found itself cleaving the horde. The cultists were delighted by the slaughter he reigned upon them as they threw themselves at him like moths unto a flame. The Doomslayer tired of the crucible switched it for the minigun, he unleashed the minigun's fury unto the horde it was like unleashing it on bottles, bits of blood and gore splattered him and his visor and all around him. The area was being quickly cleared as support from the forces was blasting the cultists as it seemed they were closing in on him.

The Gauss Cannon cleared more of the horde though like the ballista it for more precise and heavier blasts against bigger opponents like the large winged daemon he had faced on the planet he arose from he killed slayed many of the cultists: Into puddles of blood they turned!. The Ballista with the destroyer blade mod was what he used to clear out and then the lightning gun and his SMG-Pistol that made all the cultist beasts into gore. Two hours passed and the Doomslayer stood over a mountain of corpses. The sky was black as the bombardement continued but it's roars had lessened as it seemed his presence may have caused man's forces to start crushing the forces of evil. He longed north, there were more forces but unlike the cultists of before they had a veneer of discipline, he looked to his back and he saw men clad in a green armour with eagles on it, he nodded to them and looked back towards the horde. The forces were entrenched, they had demonic looking war machines and artillery. 'Easy pickings' The Doomslayer thought as he took out Hellbreaker, and jump-dashed towards the horde, he heard war cries as the bombardment resumed. 'For the Emperor!!!!!' he heard a massive union of shouts. 'For the glory of the Dark Gods!!!!!! Death to the corpse god and his followers!!!!!" Another row of shouts came as he almost landed towards the trenches, he saw the bombardment from the dark forces. Hellbreaker shattered the ground and caused the trenches to burst into a river of blood as the Doomslayer lunged into the ground. 'Death to the-' A cultist was to say before his throat was ripped off, blood flew like a river on the chest of the cultist, he felt the bullets and laser shots on him but it was just that a sensation, it did not even tickle him. 'Death, Death, Death. It was all these monsters could say' Samuel mused through his comm. The Hellwalker ignored the voice, in his mind all he wished was to purge the forces of evil or whatever threatens Mankind.

The Hellbreaker pulverized a strange tank as he smashed it with one blow. 'My brothers let us slay the loyalist dog' An armored marine akin to the red one and the "Emperor's Children" marines they were clad in black and brass armour, there were at least fifteen. They had swords and axes surrounded in a hue of light. They had large pistols which the Doomslayer found out were called "bolters". The bolts landed on him with extreme precision but the Doomslayer was unfazed, an axe almost hit him on the neck but he dodged it with great speed and Hellbreaker smashed the head of the marine. They were skilled very skilled, but he was the Hellwalker and he had seen and fought various, the experience and battles had made him attuned to mostly combat which caused the Doomslayer to wonder if he could adapt to a normal life if the chance ever rose. Another of the marine shot a bolt to his visor but it did not damage it as it shattered, the Doomslayer grabbed the bolter and crushed it, he quickly let the crushed bolter fall and ripped the Marine's arm off and ripped the marines innards out and used the pistol to shred the neck from the inside. Eight charged as they shot bolt rounds which all managed to hit the Doomslayer, but the Hellbreaker with a circle sweep and a few dashes made into crud all the marines as the Hellbreaker made a "clang" noise. 'Reminds me of something I once watched,'. The Doomslayer said as memories from eons ago at this point settled on a swordsman from what he used to read and watch when he was younger. He saw an axe lunged forward towards his vizor but the Doomslayer dodged, the marine kept lunging and slashing forward trying to hit the Doomslayer. The Hellbreaker with a well placed hit on the Marine's hand made the axe and the marine's hand fly offz blood that clotted shot itself over the air. "clang" Hellbreaker made that noise as the Doomslayer shattered the chest of the marine.The Blood Punch was unleashed with all its fury and vaporized (well it caused all the surrounding enemies to be burst into red mush) the enemies in a large radius. And so the Doomslayer after slaying the marines picked a brutal pace which was akin to when he slaughtered his way towards the Titan's realm perhaps with a speed that was like a flash, the crucible was unleashed for it made every battle quicker and easier. It's red wroth that burned hotter than the suns of Argent D'nur was unleashed to cleave the blade teeth cut in half on one of the Diabolus tanks that were in his way it was forty he destroyed. The artillery with a blood kick melted the roaring cannons and bursted the crews. After what to the Doomslayer was a few minutes he saw a group of red Marines charging like rabid hounds with chain-axes. 'BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!!!' They shouted it was at least 50 that charged. 'FOR KHORNE!!!' They shouted. The first that faced the Doomslayer lunged his chain-axe in a blood frenzy he tried hacking the Hell Walker; he lunged it eight times. The Doomslayer with the crucible as the red marine lunged the chain-axe the Doomslayer cut the arm in half in a "V" way, the blade of the crucible made its way toward the marine's stomach as the biting chain-axe fell along with clotted blood, the Doomslayer finished the "V" slash. The crucible came out from the shoulder along with a burst of clotted blood from the shoulder. The Doomslayer de-ignited the crucible and was to use his hands

'BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOD!!!' A Khorne marine shouted at the Doomslayer. He charged at a great speed towards the Doomslayer, his chain-axe was on his left he swung it but as the chain-axe was to land on the Doom Slayer he grabbed the axe arm of the marine and crushed, before the World Eater could react the Doom Marine punched the World Eater in the stomach. The Doomslayer shoved the chain-axe at a great speed towards the World Eater's head. The chain piece of the axe shattered as the "tube-handle" poked out of the head of the marine. Crucible was reactivated and it was in the right hand of the Unchained Predator. Eight charged towards the Doom Slayer with chain-axes and sloppy bolt rounds that barely landed on the Doomslayer. Three towards the center, two to the left and three to the right. The Doomslayer dashed towards the left marine of the center charge. He [Doomslayer] stabbed the World Eater through the stomach, the crucible pushed outside and the Doomslayer with a right dash slash cut in half the three World Eaters. Clotted blood fell unto the Doomslayer once again making the already blood stained armour more stained. A World Eater from behind charged and tried to punch the Doomslayer but he stopped the punch with his free hand and the Doomslayer punched the World Eater in the head causing it to implode in blood. The remaining World Eaters charged but with a rapid sword-dash he slayed them all. And soon all the World Eaters charged at the Doomslayer as with glee their chain-axes seemed livid and wanton for blood as their bolt rounds bursted from the bolters. 'Rip and Tear' The Doomslayer thought as he sheathed the crucible. A blood punch he used to clear out a few though some survived. 'SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!' A World Eater marine shouted as he lunged the chain-axe, the Doomslayer ripped the chain-axe from the World Eater's hand, the World Eater tried punching the Doomslayer but he caught all the punches and ripped his arms off and made a hole in his chest. A World Eater grabbed the Doomslayer's head and tried crushing it, but the Doomslayer ripped his fingers off and with kick flew the World Eater's legs off, he fell and the Doomslayer jumped and landed on his head crushing it causing bits of grey matter that was now red matter to fall on the visor of the Hellwalker. And so the World Eater band, despite all their minor blessings from Khorne, Emperor given physiology and anger...They all fell for the rage and power and speed of the Doomslayer was far greater.