The Hunter was currently on an Imperial Wolfship heading to a place called "The Empire of Man." It was one of many others in a formation being led by an Imperial Greatship. The water was different than he remembered every time he had traveled, it seemed rather ominous and almost evil. Nobody seemed to have heard of Astera at all. As they sailed across the unfriendly waters, various crudely built ships approached from the horizon.

"Greenskins! Man the cannons! All hands on deck!" Yelled the Captain.

The Greenskins had a fleet of Bigchukkas and Drillakillas led by an Orc Hulk. Unfortunately for both sides a Pitch Black piscine monstrosity emerged from the water and swallowed an Orc ship in one gulp. The Black Leviathan began to circle ominously through the water as it seemed to want more. The Greenskins however continued to focus on The Imperial Fleet as they began to attack despite the loss of one ship. As the battle intensified the ship that was transporting The Hunter got cut off from the rest of the fleet.

The Black Leviathan then seemed to follow the lone ship as it was easy prey. The seamen prepared the canons and The Hunter joined in much to their surprise as he had done this before. Then it emerged to swallow the ship. But everyone was ready and they opened fire. The Sea Beast was hit with multiple cannonball projectiles as it croaked in pain.

It fled as it took heavy damage from the cannon shots, sinking beneath the waves once more. The crew sighed in relief, only to hear a crash. An Orc Drillakilla had broken into their ship. Sinking both the Wolfship and the Drillakilla itself. The Hunter was at a loss of what to do as he was on a sinking ship both metaphorically and literally.


Tilea

A horde of Greenskins emerged from The Badlands to assault Tilea and The Border Princes. It was like an endless tide of Goblins, Orcs and Squigs. The invasion contained a variety of units which included Night Goblins, Black Orcs, Hill Goblins, Savage Orcs and River Trolls. It was actually a total of two Waaghs! one led by Grimgor Ironhide attacking The Border Princes and the other by the returning legend Grom the Paunch who was attacking Tilea. The Dogs of War were fighting intensely against the massive double Waagh!

A Rogue Idol of Gork (or is it Mork?) was busy smashing it's way through the armies of Miragliano sending men and their horses flying through the air. Night Goblins were rushing into the frontlines of the Tilean mercenaries with weapons drawn. Squigs hungrily tore into the defender's ranks. Hill Goblin Wolf Riders cut through soldiers like fields of wheat. River Trolls puked at the human soldiers melting their faces off.

As some Goblins entered the city by sneaking past the defenses, they were given an unpleasant surprise. An arrow flew from an elevated position and killed the Goblin in the front. Then a few more arrows came and were embedded in two others. Then the last Goblin ran for cover and hid behind a wall waiting for the enemy to leave his perch. He waited with anticipation until he heard footsteps approaching slowly.

The Goblin attempted a surprise attack only for his sword to be met with a shield. The man holding the shield was an intimidating sight. His face was completely hidden by a helmet, he wore plate, leather and chain-mail armor. The Goblin felt murderous intent coming from the man's gaze. The Goblin was then smashed against the wall and stabbed until he stopped moving.

"That's four." stated Goblin Slayer in a calm sounding voice.

Mugrub on the other hand was out on the battle-field killing Goblins and Squigs left and right as they did not seem to fear him at all. In fact, the Goblins were offended that what they perceived as an Orc would not only intervene with their Waagh! but also defend the Humies.

Mugrub then felt something small fudding against his lower-leg. He looked down to see a particularly small Goblin smacking his foot with a mushroom. He then kicked the Snotling away eliciting a tiny scream. He felt pity for the small one that was like an overexcited puppy joining its larger brethren into battle. How could they abuse the physically stunted and mentally-challenged?

Then Mugrub Fiendslayer heard the sound of something heavy approaching. He turned to see what appeared to be the fattest hobgoblin he had ever seen. This he assumed, was their leader. He readied his sword and walked towards him.

Grom the Paunch was watching with interest what appeared to be an Orc Big 'Un probably from Grimgor's Waagh! steadily coming over to challenge him.

"Oh, you'z approachin me? Instead O' runnin away you'z comin right to me?" asked Grom.

"I cannot kill you without getting closer my friend." said Mugrub in reply.


Somewhere in The Border Prince Confederacy

Grimgor's Waagh! was doing well, being comprised of Savage Orcs, Regular Orcs and Black Orcs. The former two were all Big 'Uns. Although it was perhaps doing a little too well as Grimgor was already starting to get bored. Because the defenders were pathetic and poorly trained. They might as well be throwing pointy sticks at him and his Boyz.

Grimgor decided that he wanted to go over to Tilea and crump that fat Gobbo Warboss over there. But then suddenly he felt a thrown object bounce off the back of his head. He turned around to discipline/crump whoever had done that.

"Which one O' you Gits did that?" asked Grimgor angrily.

"I did!" yelled someone from all the way behind his Boyz.

It was a scruffy looking man holding a sword. Some Orcs angrily charged to attack him but the man was surprisingly agile. Avoiding the Orcs attacks as they tried to get him. The man even managed to kill many of the orcs that chose to attack him. Grimgor was interested as finally someone here was putting up a decent fight.

Grimgor commanded the Orcs to stop to which they obeyed and Grimgor approached and the man waited but Grimgor sent him flying with a single punch breaking through several buildings after creating a shockwave.

"Ow." Squealed Qrow.


With Shirou in a certain patch of forest.

Shirou and Martha had set up camp for tonight and were currently sitting down. There was a lot to think about for now.

"What do you know about the corruption besides what happened to you?" asked Shirou.

"Well, Chaos is what's mainly responsible and as you already know, magic uses chaos." Martha began to explain.

"However, it also exists as a dark temptation, whispers on the wind that turn you towards the service of The Dark Gods." She said ominously.

"What am I up against?" asked Shirou.

Martha then began to trace four symbols in the soil then pointed to the first.

"Khorne, The Blood God, Lord of Murder, God of War, Blacksmiths, Honour, Courage, Rage, Revenge and Hate. He appeals to warlords, warriors, soldiers and generals with promises of martial prowess or vengeance. He does not care who his followers kill whether it's enemies or friends and family, for it does not matter to him from where the blood flows only that it does even if it is that of his own followers." she stated grimly.

She then pointed to the next symbol.

"Tzeentch, The Raven God, Changer of Ways, The Great Conspirator, he is the God of Magic, Change, Forbidden Knowledge, Destiny, Hope, Lies and Trickery. He appeals to Wizards and Scholars or those who wish to change their fate. He promises power and fortune but he very easily deceives or betrays his followers. You previously encountered one of his Daemons back in Praag, a Pink Horror. He is very fond of mutations and often makes mutants… mutants like me." she then pointed to another symbol.

"Nurgle, The Plague Lord, The Crow Father, The Plague God, he is God of Disease, Poison, Decay, Destruction, Perseverance, Life and Death by Rebirth. He appeals to the sick, the weak or the dying, those that fear pain and death turn to him in desperation. He is supposed to be the most benevolent God as his gifts remove a person's capacity to suffer or feel pain, yet they still continue to fester. His followers spread disease and poison others. It's warped favoritism of the highest degree." she then pointed at the final mark.

"Slaanesh, The Dark Prince, The Prince of Pleasure, it is the God of Pleasure, Passion, Love, Excess, Hedonism, Debauchery and Decadence. He appeals to nobles, artists, artisans and dancers most of all, but he extends to embody Hubris, Pride, Sensation, Selfish Pleasure and Pain-as-pleasure. He revels in people destroying themselves the most of all the Dark Gods." she finished.

"I've known gods were assholes but wow!" said Shirou.

They all were extremely hypocritical as most Gods tended to be because Gods were twisted reflections of Humanity's own insecurities. Now that he thinks about it, Nurgle was the name of a Mesopotamian God.

"Well, there are more benevolent gods like Sigmar, Ulric, Ursun, Morr, Dazh, Salyak and Shallya." As she said the last part, she pulled out a small carving of a dove made from moonstone.

Shallya is a Goddess of Mercy and Healing that is symbolized by a white dove. Some say that her mercy extends even to mutants. I had to hide this from the Beastlord because of what he would have done to me. I believed that Shallya would save me from my affliction. Yet, I believe the mercy came in the form of you saving me.

Shirou didn't know how to feel about that, it was touching.

After they went to sleep for the night, they began to hear chanting.

"Kharneth Aqsho Akhash, Tzeeneth Aqsho Khaos, Slaaneth Aqsho Phaos, Nurgleth Aqsho Shyish."

The chanting continued repetitively, as they awoke.

Shirou looked around and everywhere he looked he saw a menacing iron-clad warrior approaching from around a tree. He could tell that the two of them were surrounded from all sides. As the chaos warriors began to close in Shirou began a chant of his own. The world began to slow around him.

I am the bone of my sword.

Steel is my body and fire is my blood.

I have created over a thousand blades.

Unaware of loss,

Nor aware of gain.

Withstood pain to create weapons, waiting for one's arrival.

I have no regrets. This is the only path.

My whole life was Unlimited Blade Works!

The forest disappeared as it was replaced by a field of blades stabbed into the ground. Colossal Gears where turning in a blue sky. Some of the chaos warriors stopped to look around in confusion. Then a tide of flying blades swarmed towards the men of The North. Many were cut down where they stood without enough time to scream.

Others cut a few of the swords down but were overwhelmed all the same. Until eventually Shirou was the only one that remained. Then his world disappeared as the forest was there once more. A confused Martha was lying on the ground. Shirou then sighed as it was over.


The Drakwald

Ash and Guts were approached by The Slaangor Beastlord who immediately sent them both flying with a powerful backhand. Ash went for his Boom-stick that he dropped only for the Beastlord to grab his legs. Luckily, he grabbed the shotgun in time and turned to blast him in the face. The large Ungor was knocked over backwards only to slowly get back up. His smoking face cleared up showing only a bloody-nose for Ash's efforts.

Then in a flash of absurd movement the Slaangor was cut in half. The Ungor violently coughed up blood as now half of it's body was missing. It scowled at the one-eyed man named Guts.

"Damn You!" exclaimed the Ungor.

"Do you know The Godhand?" asked Guts.

"Who?" asked the Beastlord.

"Do the names Ubik, Slann, Void, Conrad or Femto mean anything to you?" asked Guts.

"Slann? Don't you mean Slaanesh?" asked the Slaangor in confusion.

"That's all I needed to hear. Tell her when you go to hell that I'm coming for them." said Guts.

He then turned to the Herdstone and walked towards it with his sword drawn.

"Wait, No! What are you doing?!" said the Ungor panicking.

Guts cleaved through the Herdstone with one sword-swing as a loud woman-like scream was heard from it as it shattered. It then caused an explosion as backlash which sent guts flying and the Slaangor was reduced to bones with a final scream. All the Beastmen were gone and so Ash decided to free the girls. Afterwards he was sitting on the Beastlord's throne.


Athel Loren

There were tons of burnt trees, they were already beyond saving so killing them was probably a kindness anyway. Tatsumi was pissed at the Elf for not telling him the full extent of what he was up against. When they came with the same bastard that left the information out and he had the nerve to ask him about the trees, he tackled him aggressively.

"The Trees were dead already! Why didn't you tell me anything? I came here to fight Beastmen, not an Eldritch Horror!" Tatsumi ranted.

"Eldritch Horror? Wait, you mean The Corruptor?!" exclaimed Kaalan.

"A creepy ass beastman that held a staff, if that's what it was, I killed it no thanks to you." explained Tatsumi.

Kaalan was rubbing his forehead in frustration at this point, because he managed to do this by himself when it normally would cost them several lives to do so.

"Um, should we let him go? He killed Cyanathair after all." asked a she-elf next to him.

"Fine leave and never come back!" said Kaalan to the strange dragon.

The dragon responded by shooting a cold wind from his nostrils, freezing Kaalan's eyebrows before flying away.


Sylvania

Mannfred von Carstein was confident that the Northmen that had intruded upon his domain were doomed. They were surrounded on all sides by his undead army. Nothing those brutish barbarians could come up with would save them. Mannfred however was being overconfident yet again. Because a common mistake that people make when trying to design something completely foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools.

Mannfred was then caught off guard when his undead legions were bowled over by a Mammoth nervously trumpeting as it slid down the frozen hill on a large wooden board. Slambo and Harry The Hammer were laughing at him from atop the creature's back.


Anyway sorry for the cliffhangers, this chapter was a doozy for me, also Mannfred sucks.

Translation from Dark Tongue: Khorne seeks Blood, Tzeentch seeks Chaos, Slaanesh seeks Souls, Nurgle seeks Death


Omake (Canon?)

Somewhere in the Warp

In the Warp there are no concepts such as time or physics and so barriers between dimensions are practically non-existent. So impossible encounters between different times and places can become very much possible. Such as between two armies, one from the Mortal Realms in the Age of Sigmar and one from The Imperium of Man in the 41st Millenium. Both armies were currently engaged in combat against deamons. A Fyreslayer was fighting blood letters of Khorne along with a Salamander Space Marine, Free Men were fighting alongside Imperial Guardsman.

Even a Stormcast Judicator was fighting side by side with a Hellblaster of the Primaris Space Marines.

"So, you serve another God Emperor?" asked the Hellblaster in confusion while firing an Assault Plasma Incinerator to support his battle-brothers.

"Actually, he is a God King." explained the Judicator as he fired his Boltstorm crossbow at a crowd of daemonettes.

"That seems the same to me and a fellow servant of The Emperor is a friend of mine." finished the Primaris.

"You fight valiantly, strange little squat." said the Salamander to the Fyreslayer

"Grimnir's Beard! I still don't know what a squat is!" said the Fyreslayer as he caved in the head of a Plaguebearer.

As you can probably guess this was a scene of complete and utter lunacy.