AN: First off, I wish to apologize personally for how long this took and I take full fault with the delay. Secondly, I wish to apologize again due to the fact what you are about to read is, at best, a near complete but still rough compilation of the final part of the Krisis. There are still details that need to be added in, but after speaking to the elected leader of the Infinite Loop community, it was agreed to best publish the final part and come back to it later on instead of dragging our feet in finishing it and not posting any new compilation chapters. So expect in the future this chapter redone, and more updates to come. Once more, I am sorry but without further delays, I would like to present:
The 40Krisis, Part III
Before he or his comrades could assault the monstrous Tyranid, they were interrupted by a deafening crash. Opening his eyes in surprise, the private was just in time to see an armored hand grab the beast and pull it away from his commanding officer. Screeching, the Carnifex struggled to turn and face its assailant when it was silenced by a sword being buried lengthwise into the back of its head.
Looking up to identify their savior, the private was shocked to see the snarling face of Primarch Leman Russ as he pulled his blade free and tossed the rapidly cooling corpse to the side. As more Space Marines began emerging from drop pods falling all over the battlefield and their Chaos brethren poured out of newly opened Warp rifts, the Captain quickly rallied the company and led the retreat. It seemed the Emperor had heard their prayers: They would live to fight another day.
Incinerating a nearby Zoanthrope and cleanly bisecting a Ravener that tried to ambush him, the Emperor took a moment to survey the battlefield. Noticing a Carnifex ripping into a group of Guardsmen and Tau, it took him a moment to identify it as the one the settlers of Calth had named Old One Eye. Before he could charge in to slay the beast, something in the corner of his eye made him stop.
Turning, the Emperor watched as Angron tore through the Tyranid horde, the Black Blade reaping a dozen kills in a single swing. Recognizing an opportunity to reconnect with one of his sons, the Emperor drew his seldom used bolt pistol and fired upon a Gargoyle trying to approach Angron, gaining the Daemon Prince's attention. Wordlessly gesturing towards Old One Eye, the Emperor turned and ran towards it, allowing a small smile to form when he heard Angron follow. Parrying a blow intended for an unfortunate Guardsman, the Emperor felt his smile grow when Angron took the opening provided to deal a devastating blow to the creature, knocking it back at least a dozen meters.
Hissing as its wounds regenerated, the Carnifex charged in to engage the unlikely duo.
"Angron," the Emperor began, blocking the Tyranid's initial strike, "I want to apologize."
Old One Eye screeched in agony as Angron's blade sliced through the air to cleanly sever one of its arms, the limb in question landing near a group of Guardsmen who turned their flamers on it with savage grins.
"Nuceria," the Emperor continued, "Your comrades: the City Eaters. I was wrong. I shouldn't have abandoned them; I shouldn't have forced you to abandon them."
As the Carnifex struggled to compensate for the sudden imbalance, the Emperor took the opportunity to dart in and sever its opposite leg just above the knee joint. Taking advantage of the creature's surprise at suddenly finding itself another limb short, Angron delivered a savage kick to its midsection, sending the Tyranid reeling. Writhing in agony and its sense of balance in tatters, Old One Eye wobbled briefly then awkwardly fell on its side.
"And afterwards," the Emperor went on, "I should have been there for you. I should have explained my actions, helped you through your loss, not thrown you aside coldly expecting things to work out."
The Tyranid screeched in defiance before being silenced when Angron's blade pierced through its remaining eye into its central nervous system. Old One Eye twitched momentarily before falling limp, the Emperor incinerating its remains with a wave of his hand.
"I can't blame you for your actions when I have no excuse for mine. Also, I know it's probably too much for me to ask, but can you bring yourself to forgive for me for all I did to wrong you?"
"Hm?" Angron said, turning as it registered that the Emperor was apologizing to him, "Did you say something?"
This...was not the same Emperor Angron remembered from his youth. This wasn't the coward who had hid in his palace as his sons went off to war; this wasn't the tyrant who had ordered him hunted down like a dog when he disagreed with his methods. No, this was someone else, a warrior, a leader, someone who may just be worthy of respect.
The Emperor blinked, then chuckled. While it wasn't the response he was looking for, the fact that Angron had even bothered to acknowledge him was undoubtedly a good sign. Seeing a group of Tyranid Warriors in the distance, the Emperor pointed them out to Angron, and father and son charged into battle.
Fenrir dashed through the swarms of lesser Tyranids, his mighty paws squishing them flat as he ripped apart those he could reach with his jaws. He paid them little mind; they were not high enough on the Code to be considered the possible looper, he was focusing on bigger fishes.
His jaw pulled up into a smirk as Old One Eye's file was reported offline; he circled through the remaining Tyranids when he felt something slam into his back.
Commander Farsight waved his soldiers to him as he watched the Hierophant stepped onto the mighty wolf, forcing him into the ground. He knew that he must reach to aid the fallen wolf, when he saw the Bio-Titan's leg tremble. Looking at the impact crater, he watched in disbelief as the wolf was slowly standing up right-not as if in a struggle, but as one would causally stand up from a nap- and then flex his back, causing the Bio-Titan to tumble backwards.
Moving with incredible speed, the wolf grabbed the falling monstrosity's leg in his jaw and began to use it as a flail, clearing the battlefield for a great distance in a matter of seconds. As soon as the deed was done, the wolf threw the Bio-Titan to the side and leap after the Hierophant. Landing on it's chest, the wolf began to rip apart its neck, with the Tyranid flailing in futility as it tried to smack the wolf off of it.
The wolf then bit through the neck, and removing the head of the beast, tossing it to the side. Letting a mighty howl of victory, the wolf then bounded off, leaving Farsight in stunned awe.
Catachan Jungle Fighters were the best warriors of the Imperium in terms of jungle warfare, which was unfortunately not applicable on other terrains. Right now, they were about to be wiped out by the sheer hordes of Tyranids on the open field of Ullanor, and the presence of multiple Viciators didn't help the situation.
"Sir! If we don't have reinforcements, the line will be breached and we will fail to accomplish our Emperor's mission!", one of the privates of the Catachan Fighters reported to the nearby veteran sergeant.
"We will not surrender to those filthy insects! We shall hold the line and kill those vicious bugs, just like how we kill our first Catachan Devils back home!"
At that moment, a group of Necrons in Acquisition Phalanx, a group of crypteks consisted of mainly plasmancers, and a legion of undying Necron Warriors appeared right in front of the despaired Catachans. The Necron Overlord in the middle of the Phalanx shouted his declaration, in a somewhat gleeful tone by a Necron's standard.
"The first Viciator on this battlefield shall be mine!"
With that declaration ended, the Necron Warriors carved their path clear of lesser Tyranids while their lord was busy ordering his Lychguards and crypteks to take down the Viciator with the best condition.
The private again addressed the sergeant. "Um sir, what's gotten the mind of that Necron Overlord?"
The Veteran Sergeant, who knew the story of Raid on Solemnace, could only reply, "Trust me on that my boy, you don't want to be his personal collection of history..."
While the rest of the Catachan Fighters resumed fighting the hordes of Tyranids, the veteran was left muttering, 'Whoever sent Trazyn to help us must be insane.' or something in similar style.
At another side of battlefield, Nemesor Zahndrekh could be seen having a conversation with Ursarka Creed, mainly about how to counter any titan-sized enemies in different circumstances.
"You can't hide a gigantic war machines in the middle of the enemy line without being noticed, my fellow Necrontyr. Any competent Necrontyr commanders shouldn't make such mistake, did your instructor told you any of this, young kid?"
"In the heat of the battle, who would noticed that there's a Titan in the middle of their ranks? And again, I AM NOT A NECRON!"
Obyron interjected, "Give it up already, General Creed, I had long abandoned any attempt to awaken my lord back to reality."
Zahndrekh sounded as pouted as he could, "Hey, I can hear you, Obyron. How many times did I tell you show some manner to our guests?"
Just then, a Hierophant was about to drop in the ranks of Imperial Guards and the Necron Warriors, Creed shouted, "Look out!"
The said Hierophant was soon blown apart by the Obelisks placed by the command of Zahndrekh before it was landed on the battlefield.
"See what I mean? You can never hide any gigantic war machine forever and not to be destroyed."
Creed was speechless, he thought that any attempt to infiltrate the rank of Necrons must be reevaluated after the battle.
At the orbit of Ullanor, Rakszan was on one of the Doomsday Ark commandeering the Necron Armada to fight the Hive Fleet while arranging ground force placement to help the defense line. He had to ensure no Tyranid reinforcements could penetrate the allied forces or broke through the quarantine zone near the space of Ullanor. Then one of the holo feed showing the ground battle caught his attention.
Lord Commander Dante of the Blood Angels was leading his 3rd Company held the hordes of Tyranid ground forces with easy, but the situation dramatically turned downhill after several Harridans arrived. None of their weaponry could do large amount of damage in short time, any minutes later and the line would be breached.
Initially, Rakszan wanted to sent a random Necron Legion with anti-air firepower to assist the struggling Blood Angels. However, the experience of several baseline told him he should sent the only Necron Overlord that had cooperated with them at the end of 41st Millennium to ensure the success. After all, his former Majesty had been fighting side by side with the Blood Angels against the Tyranids, and friendly faces could ease the tension between the two groups.
Despite the decision for the Necron reinforcement had been made, Rakszan felt it wasn't enough to boost the low morale of the severely blown Blood Angels. They needed a spiritual leader, aside from their Lord Commander, and the Emperor who was on another side of the battlefield, to raise the already depleted hope of victory. Then he remembered what he had heard about the Imperium lores of the Saint Sanguinius, who had been their Primarch and inspiration. But he had been slaughtered by another Primarch Horus, only if the True God could revived him...
With that in mind, Rakszan gave his former Silent King an instruction to assist Lord Commander Dante, and proceeded to contact the True God about the revival of Sanguinius.
Dante had never felt hopeless in all his years of fighting, as he was sure that it would be him who would became the defender of the Emperor of Mankind. This belief only straightened when the Emperor announced the Crusade against this biological terror named Tyranid. However, it seemed that he would never fulfill the role today because of those damned flying creatures.
However, he still needed to boost the morale of his men, so he shouted the same declaration to his battle brothers, "For eleven hundred years, I have fought and I have seen the darkness in our galaxy. I have seen the vileness of the alien and the heresy of the mutant. I have witnessed the sin of possession. I have seen all the evil that the galaxy harbours, and I have slain all whose presence defiles the Emperor. I have seen what you will see. I have fought what you must fight, and I have slain what you must slay... so fear not and be proud, for we are the sons of Sanguinius, the protectors of Mankind. Aye, we are indeed the Angels of Death!"
"WE ARE HIS ANGELS OF DEATH!" the Blood Angels chorused.
Then, a flash green light appeared in front of them, with a Necron Overlord leading the Triarch Praetorians, Triarch Stalkers, and a few Obelisks. The Necron Legion immediately opened fired on the Harridans while their leader addressed the Lord Commander.
"Greetings, Lord Commander Dante. It's been a long time since our departure at Devil's Crag, I hope I am not late for the reinforcement."
"Not at all, Lord Szarekh. At least my battle brothers have the chance for regrouping, but I am more worried about their morale when they are having their break."
"Lord Rakszan had mentioned about that loss of morale, and he said he would ask the True God to do something about that. Speaking of that, what would happen if the True God revived your Primarch?"
Dante was taken aback by the very idea, if that was not an outright insane one. On one hand, the Inquisition would tried to find any evidences of heresy behind the revival of their Primarch. On the other hand, the prospect of their Primarch's return would greatly boost the morale of not only his battle brothers, but the entirety of the Imperium with the Angel's return.
Then, a golden light flashed and a figure in winged power armour emerged from the portal. The Blood Angels were all shocked to see the figure was none other then their dead Primarch, alive as his time of walking along with his Holy Father. Standing in pure light and adorned in his flawless golden armor, he looked up his gene sons.
"My fellow sons of Angels, I, Sanguinius, have come back from the graveyard of Baal! I wish I could properly express my feelings for what you had endured in the all the years of my absence, but the foul creatures known as Tyranids give us no time for closure. I wish to ask one thing; are you ready to stand up again and fight for the future of the Imperium, and by extension, the entire universe?!"
"YES WE DO!"
"Good, now we shall march forward, and give hope for those who need courage to fight on. From now on, we are the Angels of Hope!"
"WE ARE THE ANGELS OF HOPE!", with that, The Blood Angels and their Primarch resumed their battle, with cries of joy and relief being heard throughout the battlefield at the Angel among them once again.
Szarekh and Dante were left speechless for the event. The former Silent King could not believed this Primarch of theirs was that influential towards the Blood Angels while Dante was left wondering about the power of this Wolf God.
Dante couldn't help but asked, "So the Wolf God could enact his miracle by his pawns?" Szarekh was about to replied when Rakszan interrupted him via secured channel.
"No, Commander Dante. Our True God refused to enact the revival as he fear that it would damage our world with disastrous effects considering the situation we are in now. What I am hearing from the True God about the revival of your Primarch is that he suspects that the Tree of Worlds might have something to do with it, as it loves to play with the odds in the most grandest of times. However, it may not last long for the universe is in the mess or his actions are no longer needed."
"Let me get it straight, you mean our Lord will not stay for much longer than the Battle?"
"No one knows. Still, what a miracle from the Tree of Worlds, don't you think, Commander Dante?"
"Indeed, Lord Szarekh. How about we fight side by side with Lord Sanguinius to have a better understanding of this great miracle?"
Both of them silently nodded and resumed command on the battlefield.
Gunnery Sergeant "Stonetooth" Harker roared as he fired his heavy bolter, Payback, into the Tyranid horde, each shell blowing a messy hole into the hapless creature that happened to be in its way. Noticing a Ravener attempting to blindside him, he dropped his weapon and turned to punch the surprised Tyranid in the face, knocking it onto its back. Stomping on it several times to ensure it was dead, he nodded in satisfaction before retrieving his weapon and continuing to mow down the enemy forces.
Meanwhile, nearby Space Marines stood in abject shock.
"What...but...how...?" a Thousand Sons Marine sputtered as he struggled to comprehend the illogical sight before him.
"Don't ask," his companion, a loyalist Blood Raven, said, firing his comparatively unimpressive bolter into an approaching Gaunt, "Just...don't."
"Chapter Master, the Tyrannofexes are falling back! Victory will be ours!" Honour Guard Captain Diomedes of the Blood Ravens said enthusiastically.
"I see, Diomedes. But we must continue the fight to ensure the ultimate success of this battle."
"Chapter Master, Diomedes, their retreat was far too regular and rhythmic for a total defeat, and the smell from those foul creatures doesn't seems right to me..."
Just as Cyrus was about to proceed with the analysis, the seeming "blood" of those Tyrannofexes burst into some small Tyranid lifeforms, and the scent had already attracted a swarm of Hormagaunts that descended upon the front line of Blood Ravens.
"Brothers, prepare for an underground attack from the pests!"
"You heard Cyrus! Fall back!"
The warning was not too late, as only a few were swallowed in the stomachs of those underground worms.
"Diomedes, Cyrus! We are far too outnumbered! Brace for-"
Angelos' voice was drowned out by the sound of Rok bombardment from the orbit of Ullanor; one of the Roks even hit a Bio-Titan in its head. Afterwards, Kaptain Bluddflagg's shout could be heard from the Judgement of Carrion.
"You humies love dat? Dat'z the propa smakk second to dat you Chapy had enjoyed! WAAAGH!"
"Um, Chapter Master, mind if you enlighten us as to whatever the Ork was talking about?"
"NO!"
"Keep firing!" the Sergeant yelled to his squad as they pumped round after round into the approaching horde.
While dozens of Tyranids were cut down with each passing second, the squad was rapidly running out of ammunition and the swarm showed no signs of thinning. It was only a matter of time before they would be overwhelmed.
Just as one member announced he had run dry, the stopped firing and looked on in shock as an Ork suddenly revealed himself amidst the Tyranid horde. How had they missed that? As the horde turned to face the intruder, the Ork began to throw fistfuls of grenades in all directions while the squad of Guardsmen wisely used the opportunity to flee.
"Stikkbombs! Stikkbombs!" Spookums yelled as the explosions began to scatter the bugs and send the survivors scurrying away.
Seeing as the crowd had thinned somewhat, Spookums pulled out his speshul shoota and began firing at the clusters of stragglers.
"Sneakin' iz what I do best," he declared as he pulped another handful of Gaunts, "dat, and killin'."
"KILL! MAIM! BURN! KILL! MAIM! BURN!"
Khârn was having the time of his life. When Angron had gathered the World Eaters and informed them of the situation, Khârn, like his brothers, had been ecstatic. While the fact that they would have to work with the Corpse Emperor and his lackeys was a bit of a turn off, the chance to fight and kill the entire Tyranid species more than made up for it: It wasn't every day one had the chance to participate in multilaterally sanctioned genocide.
Most Chaos Space Marines had long since learned to give Khârn a wide berth when he was in his "happy place" (remaining out of arms reach was mandatory while a distance of one kilometer or more was recommended) and had been quick to spread the word once it became known the infamous Berserker was to take the field. The saner members of society had been quick to follow that advice once the killing had begun.
As Gorechild cleaved through a group of Raveners and hapless Ork (the latter eliciting a round of laughter from the victim's erstwhile comrades), Khârn took a moment to glance at his kill counter: It was approaching twelve thousand. Given the time of day and the seemingly endless horde of victims before him, he'd eclipse his old record easily. Realizing he had spent a whole three seconds standing in place, Khârn charged at and planted his axe into an approaching Carnifex: He had to make up for lost time after all.
The Space Wolves quietly growled, firing ceaselessly at the approaching Tyranid horde. They knew not of how the battle progressed, only of the order of their Lord Russ and Lord Fenrir to suffer not a single Tyranid to live. They would see this order fulfilled or give their lives trying.
"Brothers!" Logan Grimnar, Great Wolf, called as their weapons ran dry and the horde approached, "Though this may be our last battle, let it be known the Wolves did not die quietly!"
Just as the Chapter was about to be overrun, a voice called out from above.
"No! Not as long as the Lion still roars shall the Wolf fall!"
At that moment, a giant jumped from a descending jetbike into the swarm, slaughtering dozens with scornful ease. He was soon joined by battle brothers of the Dark Angels, White Scars, and their successor chapters, who upon emerging from their pods immediately turned upon the rapidly thinning horde. As the surviving Tyranids began to flee, the Wolves realized just who their savior was.
They were interrupted as a second jetbike landed beside Lion El'Jonson, its occupant, Jaghatai Khan, giving a brief nod to the gathered Wolves before accelerating into the swarm with a roar, broken corpses left scattered in his wake.
Blinking away their shock at being in the presence of not one, but two Primarchs thought long lost, the Wolves charged back into the fray, unwilling to waste the second chance they had been given.
"TO GLORY, BROTHERS!" Grimnar called out, "FOR YGGDRASIL AND THE EMPEROR!"
(still need to write more for before this, Evilhumour)
As Fulgrim glared up at the filthy xeno that was slowly crushing his chest inwards, he was about to curse the Iron Hands when a massive black blur tackled the bug off of him.
With a roar, the strange grabbed the Tyranid by the head and with a flash of silver, pulled the head with several organs still attached to it. With a powerful kick that sent the corpse back into the horde, the warrior reached behind him to pull out an impossible hammer and slammed its eagle's shaped head into the xeno's skull. It quickly resembled paste, squashed into the very ground.
The warrior spat on the destroyed bug and spun around, marching towards Fulgrim, the daemon prince trembling in disbelief at what he was seeing, the men of the Tenth Legion in awe of who was wearing the polished black armour.
Looking down at the former Primarch of the Third Legion, Ferrus Manus looked up and down his serpent's form and gave a bark of laughter, "By the Throne brother, did you forget that I am suppose to be The Gorgon and you are to be the pretty one?"
With that, the brother leaned down and pulled Fulgrim to his full height and gave him a brother's embrace.
"By the warp, it is you Ferrus," Fulgrim said with a hushed tone, his warp addled mind becoming clear for the first time in millennia. "I-I -what I did to you-"
"Can be addressed later brother," Ferrus said in a tone that left no room for any argument. "What was broken between us can be mended, and I will see to that it is mended." The Primarch then sent a cutting glare into his gene-sons, ashamed of how they were willing to allow Fulgrim die, despite the need for all warriors in this grave battle.
"As will I," Fulgrim said, tears flowing from his eyes, determined to make sure his brother's oath was carried out. "Shall we go forth?"
"Not without this," Ferrus said with smile on his cragged face, handing over a golden sword, the Fireblade reborn once more. "As before?" he asked, lifting Forgebreaker with ease.
"As before." Fulgrim declared, drawing his gene-sons to him with a mighty shout. Ferrus performed one for his own Astartes and together, the Gorgon and Phoenician lead a mighty charge that slammed into the Tyranid's force that pushed the xeno's back, the promise of restoration of what once was lost were without doubt.
(need to write more for this)
Abaddon stood up above the False Emperor. This was his chance, the chance to kill the Corpse Emperor once and for all.
"TODAY, YOU WILL DIE!" He shouted, holding Drach'nyen over the fallen fool only for someone to grab his arm and stop from him killing the fool in gold. Snarling, he turned around shouting, "WHO DARES!?" only to stop in terror and disbelief. "YOU!"
The man in front of him nodded his head, pulling in all his might. "Yes, me." With that, Horus Lupercal used his Warp powers to smite Abaddon where he stood, erasing his soul and mind completely.
As the champion of Chaos Undivided fell to the ground as an empty husk of a shell, the man held out a hand to his father, helping him to his feet as he looked at the Black Legion.
"My sons!" He called out, drawing attention from every corner of the battlefield. Fenrir himself stopped mid attack, watching in horror was Yggdrasil was starting to process Horus Lupercal looping codes through his very eyes. "Remember where you came from, remember your oaths! FOR THE EMPEROR!" He shouted, firing another massive blast of Warp energy into the vast hoard of Tyranids before he was swept away from the very forces he just used.
As the form of Horus faded back into the aether, a stunned silence was left in his wake. Reactions varied among those gathered. The Tau who bore witness to the event were left struggling to comprehend something that could be explained by nothing other than magic. Many members of the Black Legion looked on in shock and reverence at the reappearance of their lost Primarch and Warmaster while others stood with sorrow and regret over how far they had fallen. Imperial forces were torn between anger that the traitor dared show his face again and gratitude for his saving of the Emperor. As for the Emperor himself, he merely looked on with a soft smile and shed a tear at having had the opportunity, however fleeting it was, to once more see his most beloved son as he once was before everything had gone horribly wrong.
All were broken out of their reverie by the screams of a platoon of Guardsmen being torn apart by a Carnifex and the laughter of an Ork Warband as a swarm of Hormagaunts devoured a mob of Gretchin. Remembering a battle for the fate of the galaxy and Yggdrasil was still raging around them, they quickly rejoined the fray; Horus' spectre could be discussed at a later time: There were more pressing concerns at the moment.
Before venturing forth, the Black Legion took a moment to heed their Primarch's final orders, shedding what symbols of their allegiance to Chaos they could while one of them produced the battle standard of the sixteenth Legion. As fire rained from the heavens and the sky came crashing down, the Luna Wolves would fight alongside the Emperor one last time.
With a shout of a single word they rushed forwards; it was a word not heard across the battlefield in ten thousand years, a word not spoken with the same devotion since the golden days of the Great Crusade of the Imperum, a word not empowering since the days when both the Emperor and the First Primarch found fought side by side.
Lupercal
Thus, the last of the Legions had found its way home at long last.
Mortarion watched the battle before his eyes with thoughtful expression.
Granted, he might have followed the order from his lord, Nurgle, to contribute the Death Guards' force into this battle of survival, and his Legionnaires did the jobs well in the battlefield. However, he was reluctant fighting side by side with any of the factions above and below the atmosphere of Ullanor. Tyrants of Mankind and xenos filth, just what he wished to eliminate once he had the chance. Come to think of it, should he help those aforementioned abominations who tolerant each other's presence personally?
Just then, he witnessed the commotion between his Father, Abbadon, and to his surprise, Horus! How could Horus forgive the False Emperor so easily after he was died by the hand of that man! Shouldn't he embraced the Ruinous Powers during the Heresy? Why would he swore his loyalty back to the Imperium again? By costing his own second chance of life?
Speaking of that, he remembered how a certain Supreme Grand Master of Grey Knights betrayed his brothers just for the pitiful "redemption", was that the same reason Horus ever came back from death? After a moment of hesitation, Mortarion made up his mind.
He would come to this battlefield and fight side by side with one of his Father's Legion, if Horus deemed the Imperium was worth of joining again.
Eldrad Ulthan had witnessed the prowess and tactics of Tyranid Hive Fleets during his life of infinite loops, to say that he had adequate knowledge against the Great Devourer was an understatement. He had every single confidence that he could lead his kin against Behemoth-sized Hive Fleet with minimal casualty, and believed his kin and their dark cousins could make it out of of this greatest extermination before the confrontation.
Yet, all the Great Seer could see before his own eyes was the endless hordes of hideous creatures, with the only instinct of devour and slaughter, marching towards the Eldar defense line. What made him angry and desperate was the growing number of mocking Zoanthropes locked in battle against the proud defenders with their disgraced movements and psychic might. It was painful for him to admit his kin would never reach their former Empire's peak in the limited time of the loop, after this battle of survival ended in their favour or not.
Come to think of it, Eldrad turned his glance towards the other factions on the battlefield and thought about their situation. Aside from the greenskins and the followers of the Ruinous Powers, who were having their own brutal fun, the others knew better that they would never have their full might against each other. Yet, whether they were frightened or not, they still fought on for their kins' survival. Just then, his train of thoughts was interrupted by one of his fellow Seer Council members.
"My Great Seer, we should leave the battlefield for those primitives to fight on, and we shall pick the fruit of their conflict for our own favour. Without the threat of both sides, the proud race of Eldar will once again rise from the ash and prosper forever."
All he met was the stern and disapproval expression of his superior.
"You shall be ashamed for your ungrateful words, my naive Seer. Back in the days of War of Heaven, we were not the only race facing the doom of existence, there were Krorks, Jokareo, and many others. Had our race ran away from the battle of survival? I thought not. It was by the combined effort of different races that help us survived the darkest time before our Empire's beginning, and we had became the greatest ruler of the galaxy all by our own will, not by some coward approach." Eldrad turned towards the other members of the Council, "At this dreadful moment, it was all like the War of Heaven once again. If history have offered a great lesson right now, it would be through solidarity comes final victory. I do not need to remind you our enemy grow in number by feasting on the fallen organics, such that leave the others for their own would only satisfy the Hive Mind of the Swarm. Heed my words and resume our battle, for we have nowhere to hide anymore."
The crowd glanced at each other, then slowly nodded and return to their duty. It never was the time for cowardice in the risk of doom.
Grey Knights were known for their prowess against psychics and daemons within a small portion of the Imperium, especially the Inquisition. A small number of Tyranids with psychic powers were a piece of cake for the secret Legion, but a horde of pest infestation? Not so much.
When the Knights were in the desperation again, they expected their Supreme Grand Master, Kaldor Draigo, reunite with them against the horrors of Hive Mind's minion. Instead, Mortarion appeared within their rank, and banished the swarm with his daemonic power. While the Daemon Prince continued his fight, he gave a speech to the astonished Grey Knights.
"Your blessed Janus had betrayed his brothers just for his visions of redemption, your beloved Kaldor Draigo had carved his predecessor's name on my heart, yet I come here and help your pathetic Legion. That is because I wanted to know whether your Imperium was worth rejoin, or simply cease my hostility against what you swear to protect. Show me your worth and prove to me that Janus' legacy was right or misplaced!"
The Grey Knights were angered by what the traitorous Primarch said, and all of them were eager to resume battle, not willing to be belittled in front of him.
There was the sizzle and crack as more of the foul xenos fell to the might of the Thousand Son's mighty power over the warp, but they were aware of the facts that this was a battle they could not win.
They were outnumbered beyond what they were used to, they were far too close to the battlefield for their likening and the damn Tyranid forces were starting to overwhelm, more appearing on the battlefield then what they could slay.
Alongside the Prodigal Sons, the Warband of Sekoth and the Rubric Marines, they fought with everything they had under the orders of both Lord Magnus and Lord Tzeentch, the later quickly cutting down any who dared to say or think otherwise.
As a massive horde of the Tyranids began to swarm towards the XV legion, they heard two sounds; neither made any sense.
With a howl as the prelude, they heard a voice call out for the defense of their brothers.
Suddenly, blue-grey Astartes leaped over their heads, crashing into the Tyranids and halting their advance. A large Space Wolf landed in front of them, a growl heard clean through his helm. With a tilt of his head towards a clearing where two giants were fighting back to back, the message was suddenly clear: the VI legion would act as a barrier for the XV legion to smash with their psyker powers.
After all, if their genefathers were fighting side by side, how could they shame them by refusing to do the same? With a shout, the two legions fought as one, beginning to carve a path into the Tyranid mass, with the flow of battle beginning to turn in their favour at long last.
Fenrir shook his head, looking beyond the clearing in the battlefield and at the coding of this branch at the same time. It was still a poor choice for him to do this; but he still needed to figure out who the fucking Tyranid looper was, the numbers were low enough that it might not loop anymore but the code still refused to give him a fucking a name!
"Ho Fenrir, how goes the battle?" Fenrir's ear flicked as he saw Leman a far distance away, breathing heavily from the battle. Everyone was worn and tired from this damn fight, even himself. They were close to winning it and still there was no resu-
"LEMAN GET DOWN!" Fenrir roared as a massive four armed Tyranid smashed two blades into the Primarch, sending him flying through the sky and crashing into the hard rocky ground with a sickly sound. He was about to leap towards the Tyranid when the coding in his eye flashed bright and startled him.
Possible Looper detected: Tyranid classification: The Swarm Lord
Possible Loop Activation: (I'll let someone else help me figure out the numbers)
Fenrir's blood ran cold, seeing the Tyranid in question that the idiot tried to get looping. He did not know how things could get worse but he di-
"DEATH TO THE PRIMARCH! ONCE YOU ARE DEAD, THE TYRANIDS WILL BE ABLE TO ACCESS YGGDRASIL AND CONSUME ALL!" the monster roared mentally, the makeshift translator for hivemind screaming inside the Admin's head before breaking apart. Shaking its head, the Tyranid started run towards the down Primarch.
Fenrir froze, tumbling over his paws from the mental blasting and the information he just heard. Fenrir shook his head, muttering in total terror at the worst case scenario was coming into effect.
"It knows of the loops..." he spoke softly before he shook himself out of his stupor. "KILL THE SWARM LORD! HE IS THE TYRANID LOOPER AND HE KNOWS OF THE LOOPS AND KNOWS WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF HE KILLS LEMAN!" He roared out, letting all those close to know of what was happening and to aid the downed Anchor.
Freki and Geki were the first on the scene, bounding over their fallen pack brother, one with bright white and red coating with a massive chainblade on its back and the other wearing a green cap with a massive chainblade version of the Mastersword in its mouth, clearing the distance with ease.
But they were tired and panting hard, their footing sloppy and eyes slightly unfocused. The Swarm Lord was fresh in battle and clear in mind The Tyranid leaped over the two Frenis wolves, surprising them both. Before either wolf could react, the Tyranid smashed them both away with its tail, knocking them into cliffside hard.
(change in numbers going up)
"DEATH TO DA BUG!" The good Kaptain bellowed, shooting out the sword in his lower left hand. Before he could fire again, the Tyranid leap again and sliced his arm off. But in pure Ork logic, Bluddflagg did not notice the lost limb and smashed the Tyranid in the face with a phantom limb with an audible smack. Before he could punch again, the Tyranid caught the non existing fist in his free hand, stabbed clear through the gut with his lower right sword before kicking him past Leman into a crumpled pile.
(change in the number going up)
Yarrick, Ciaphas and Amberly gunfire into its side did distract it, possibly by the female's strange attire, but it reacted quickly by throw one of its blades above them, too high to hit but enough to cause them to flinch and not react when it jumped close to them. That's all it needed to smack Yarrick one way with its free left hand, Ciaphas another with its free right hand, and Amberly punted backwards, landing next to the down Frenis wolves. With startling ease, it grabbed the blade, spun around and then tossed it at the roaring Space Wolf Dreadnought that contained Bjorn, with the Emperor of Mankind riding on top.
The Tyranid's luck continued to grow, piercing the leg joint and sending both toppling over. As the Emperor of Mankind stood up, he was kicked to the side by the Swarm Lord, pounding the already exposed and cut section of the golden Power Armor, removing the Emperor of Mankind from the battle for the time being.
As the numbers grew to -, Fenrir realized what was going on. The Tyranids had been listening to them, hearing them speaking of the loops and then the hivemind planned their attacks. The entire battle, all the fighting was a ploy to wear them down, to make them slow and sloppy so it would be easier to get into the loops by possibly crashing it with Leman's death. If he hadn't said anything about it, about that chance, then they would not be using this tactic. They would have fought harder instead smarter. It was all his fault.
He had doomed everyo-
"Get away from my brother!" Magnus roared, leaping downwards with Gabriel at his side. The Red Giant smashed his fist into the bug's face, causing it to turn at angles that should have caused it to snap off, but it reacted spitting out some acid into his face, eating at his remaining eye and causing the Red Cyclope to roar in pain. The Space Marine, holding his gun square at its chest halted for moment before remembering his training and what he needed to do. But it was a moment too long, the Swarm Lord using its head against the Blood Raven's own head.
(numbers going up)
Vulkan pirouetted, the bladed arm of a tyranid drawing a gash against his armor in a shower of sparks, and he retaliated by reducing the bug to a mere puddle on the battlefield with an overhead swing of Dawnbringer; his other hand leveled The Furnace's Heart at chest level and in short order, the energy weapon had spat great plumes of plasma that swept through a gathering of his enemies, consuming in great infernos. Behind him, he heard the death wails of many a foe, as Konrad carved into the ranks of his enemies with preternatural precision, his blades easily parting piercing their shells, but more often than not the keen edges of the blades were surgical in their efficiency, finding the soft meat were carapace were joined and exploiting the weakness.
The Swarm Lord stood over Leman's prone form, and its head twisted back into its rightful positions with a grating and wet pop. It raised its four swords, ready to impale his brother who laid defenseless. This would not happen this day. With a great roar of defiance, Vulkan gripped Dawnbringer with both hands and brought the full kinetic energy of the weapon plus his own weight into a sweeping blow that impacted against the side of the skeletal-like carapace, and knocked the Swarm Lord away and caused him to lose one of his swords to the mayhem of the battle among the ranks of fighters.
Glaring, Vulkan turned and quickly offered a large hand to his prone brother, who stared up at him with shock for only the briefest of seconds before he grinned like the canine he was known to associate with, and accepted the aid to his feet. Konrad did not seem overly concerned with the welfare of his blonde brother, and instead descended upon the stunned Swarm Lord before the foe had a chance to cover. the Night Haunter's arms blurred in a flurry of motion, and multiple flashes of silver streaked through the air as the Widowmakers sought purchase among the soft flesh of the Swarm Lord's arms, hoping to at least rob the mighty Tyranid of another of its weapons so the dark Primarch could match its foe weapon for weapon. One of the micro-serrated throwing blades bounced off the thick plating of the Swarm Lord's skull, another buried itself between two of the "ribs;" many missed as the Swarm Lord took to movement-perhaps to find no target, or maybe felling friend of foe-but one did manage to land in the elbow joint of one of the sword arms, but not enough to rub the Swarm Lord of use of that hand, though it did momentarily slow its actions.
Not willing to give his foe a chance to recover and hoping to aid his brother, Vulkan vaulted towards the Swarm Lord, his energy weapon shooting burning hellfire towards the insect-like foe, while Dawnbringer descended and managed to find contact with one of the arms, causing a sickening crack to sound out as the limb was mangled before the hammer.
Enraged at being wounded and robbed of two of its swords, the Swarm Lord let out a howl of rage, and then quickly let out a torrent of acid onto Konrad, who darted back, his armor smoking and pitting beneath the bite of the caustic bile. Distracted, the Night Haunter did not see his foe charge at him with blinding speed, and connect the thick crest of his skull with his own, sending the dark Primarch flying off his feet and into the midst of battle. Before Vulkan could react to this sudden retaliation, the Swarm Lord spun on its feet, its remaining two swords flashing out: one caught him across the face, just missing his eye but blinding him from the resulting blood, all the same, while the other severed his hand and sent his beloved warhammer to the ground.
Shocked, Vulkan could do little as the remaining third, though unarmed, hand wrapped around his throat and sent him flying from the scene of the battle.
As the Swarmlord continued its rampage towards the Wolf King, searing bolts of viridian energy hit one of the blades of the beast, causing the said bio-blade started to freeze. Then a spear penetrated the blade with its ceramite-burning heat, along with firestorm from the Gauntlet of the Forge.
"You will pay for your sin against my Father and his comrades, lowly beast!"
Suffered from the agony, the Swarmlord used its severely damaged bio-blade to knock He'Stan out of the way, this gave the opportunity for Rakszan to strike the bio-blade with his Staff of Light.
"Your foul blade will be in ruin!"
Combined with the frozen effect and the flame, the Staff managed to break the bio-blade. But the Phaeron did not react fast enough to avoid another blow from the Swarmlord, and he was left immobilized after the hit.
(We need Zso Sahaal's scene and the rest of the fighting scene here.)
As both Eldrad Ulthran and Shas'O Vior'la Shovah Kais Mont'yr were smacked away, the number jumped to (add in) as it took another step towards Leman.
The Swarmlord, pulling out the weapons embedded in its side, paused as it heard a fear and terrible roar. Raising its remaining left arm to block oncoming attack, a massive wolf slammed into its side, nearly toppling the xeno over. As Fenrir's teeth tore through the flesh, the Tyranid reacted by using both of its right sword hilts as a hammer, slamming hard into the god's chest.
With a pained and surprised grunt, the wolf was sent flying backwards, crashing next to the Fenrisian wolves, the arm still in his mighty maw. Through dazed and black speck filled eyes, Fenrir saw with numb horror that the number had jumped to 99.9999% now.
All of Yggdrasil was going to burn now because of his failures and he was too weak to stop it.
Mercy on his soul for he had fail-
"STOP!" A voice broke out from a lone Imperial Guard standing in front of the prone Primarch of the Space Wolves. Defiant, the lone human stood opposed to the Tyranid that defeated Primarchs and Space Marine, mighty heroes of the Imperium, towering giants of Tau and Eldar race, taken down a Necron and an Ork without a pause, even the Emperor of Mankind and the True God with ease and yet he stood tall and fierce. With his bolter gun raised at the Tyranid, he shouted to all those who could hear, "By Yggdrasil and everyone that has fallen, you will not win you foul beast!" With a shout that carried the weight of hope and belief, he unloaded his weapon into the charging Tyranid, its chestplate starting to crack under the fire of bolter rounds.
But it was not enough, as the towering xeno slapped the human away, crashing near the fallen leader of the Imperium of Man, a roar of triumph emitting from its mouth.
As it stepped towards the stirring Anchor, it raised its remaining sword upwards for a clean strike downwards when all of a sudden it roared in pain. Shaking itself around, it was clear a chainsword was jammed into its back, with a lone figure using the blade as a springboard to launch himself upwards, grabbing onto the Swarmlord head. With a grunt, the man pulled out a laspistol.
With a grunt, Ciaphas Cain placed the barrel of the gun against the skull of the of the Swamlord and spoke a single sentence.
"You stand guilty of attempting unauthorized looping; the penalty is death."
With that, he unleashed round after round directly into the cranium of the xeno, causing it cry out in pain before tumbling over in front of Leman Russ, with Ciaphas drenched in the blood and brain matter.
Error: possible Looper classified as Swarmlord is no longer eligible for Looper candidate. Attempt aborted.
"He-he did it!" Fenrir coughed, shaking his head, ignoring the blood he was spitting out and the pain he was feeling. "He saved everyone."
"Yus hear that? Canny killed the last Tyranid!"
Before anyone could react the cry of Ciaphas Cain, HERO OF YGGDRASIL! was shouted across the entire battlefield, leaving the hero of the hour twitching at his luck.
Fenrir smiled at the cheers that were being belted out briefly of their victory, nosing Ferki and Greki away from his sides. Staring at his loopers, he knew that task was yet to be finished. "I will return shortly, there is still more I must do."
Before anyone could protest, Fenrir took two steps forwards and jumped out of their branch, leaving them all alone.
The Emperor of Mankind looked at the dying Imperial Guard private, his actions deserving true merit. If not for him distracting the Swarmlord at the last second, Ciaphas would have been too slow to kill the Swarmlord. If Ciaphas had been too slow to kill the Swarm Lord, it would have killed Leman. If it had killed Leman, it would have crashed the loop. If it had crashed the loop, there was a dangerously high chance of it looping. If the Tyranid started looping, then so would the hivemind. If the hivemind started to loop, then they would have the first MLE species. If they were to have a MLE species, then all of Yggdrasil would have fallen.
"The kingdom was lost for the want of a nail." He muttered softly, using what powers he had left to not only heal himself but the Imperial Guard, faintly aware the crowd they were gaining. His men were looking at the Xenos with unease, the daemons already vanished from sight. He spotted several Marines looking at each other with hostility but surely they would no-
"My lord?" a weak voice brought his attention to the man he was trying to heal. "Are we victorious?" he was fading and the Emperor knew that nothing would make him see the next hour, let alone the next minute.
"We are." He answered, noticing faintly the angry glares Magnus was getting as he tried to help Leman stand, from both the Space Wolves and those that did not betray the Imperium. Surely they would no-
"G-goo-" the guard coughed out, drawing his attention back to the dying man. But the Emperor was aware of the growing anger of all those around him. No, not after all this could they truly be about to do this.
"What is your name, my son?"
With a final breath, the man said, "-Ollanius Pius." And he spoke no more.
At that, the Emperor simply broke. Shaking head, he was aware that they would. All of them, the Imperium, the Orks, the Necrons, the Tau, the Eldar, all of them would.
"Enough!" he roared, standing to his feet, startling all those around him. "Is this is how we act after such a victory for our World? Are we to turn on each other as soon as the true God leaves us?" As they did as soon as I was on the Gold Throne, he thought to himself with grim realization. "After all we have fought for, are we so blind to toss all that away because of the past? Are we to simply turn our weapons on those that we just fought shoulder to shoulder moments ago?"
He held his rune sword, and saw himself in the reflection clearly for the first time in a very long time. All his ideals and dreams, the protection of mankind. All the years he has lived, the lives he has lived. What was the point of securing mankind's safety if it was done by spilling endless amount of blood that left mankind unable to find peace without a sword in their hand instead of a pen? Is this what he wanted the Imperium of Mankind to be?
Moving one hand away from the hilt to the end, he looked out the crowd of people. He did not know what would happen next, nor did he care. In his heart, he knew he was right and that mattered the most.
"I SAY NO MORE!" He shouted, shattering his rune sword over his knee and throwing it to the side. He did not care if he were struck down now; he was finished and no desire in him to end another life now.
There was a dreadful stillness in the air, all frozen where they stood, unable to comprehend what he said and did. Or perhaps they did know, and were unwilling to be the first to draw blood.
And then suddenly, there was clatter of a lapisotal hitting the ground as Ciaphas walked over to Farsight and held out his hand.
It was a tense ten seconds before a hand reached up and accepted the offer. With a grunt, the proclaimed Hero of Yggdrasil lifted the Tau upright, using himself as support, as he carried him off for medical support.
And then around him was the sound of lapostials falling and chainblades being discarded, the Imperium of Man aiding those that still drew breath, regardless of species, along side the Tau and Eldar. Kaptain Bluddflagg was already organizing his boyes to move the heavier fallen wreckage for survivors with the Necrons aiding them in silent understanding.
The Emperor spotted those standing still; those that joined Chaos because of his deeds. Then Mortarion nodded his head to the remaining traitors, moving towards portals.
No, he had come this far, he would not stop now.
"My sons," he called to the trai-, his sons, always his no matter how far they went off the path. "Before you leave, know that I personally absolve you all crimes you have committed and if you desire to return to Terra or your own homeworlds, I will not stop you." He paused, asking himself if this enough to assuage his guilt. No, it was not. It would never be enough, but he had to try. "Before you leave, however, I wish a chance to talk to each of you. To make amends for the past and my failures to all of you. To try and undo all the wrongs I did to each of you."
The group of collected species watched this exchange, those had broke away in the Horus Heresy pausing in step. They looked unsure of this and ready to brush him off when Angron held his hand out, stopping Mortarion from moving ahead. He gave a brief nod to the Emperor before speaking softly with his fellow Daemon-Prince brothers.
Slowly, they turned around and the fallen Primarchs approached their father for private consul. What was said between the Emperor of Mankind and his wayward sons remained unknown, but what was known was two clear facts. With each Primarch he met, the Emperor of Mankind aged more and more. At the end, his raven black hair had turn white as snow and there were deep lines of age on his face now.
The second fact was that all the Primarchs, those that stayed by the Imperium and those that left, agreed to go to Holy Terra together with their new allies. As they walked past the fallen banners of Ork and Tau, Eldar and Necron, Imperium and Chaos, they knew one thing. The Age of War and Blood was at an end as surely as the broken banners and standard of fallen flags of the different factions that covered the battlefield.
As sure as the banner of the World Tree was still flying proudly above all those that remained standing, they knew that they had entered a new age, an age where all races would enter together as friends and allies, an age of understanding and cooperation, the Age of Peace.
From the Looping Memoirs of Ciaphas Cain HERO OF YGGDRASIL! Damnmit Amberily!
I have spent a long time trying to sum up the proper words to describe our return to Holy Terra after our victory after the Tyranid incident and I have come to the conclusion that are no words to describe the feelings at seeing Holy Terra celebrating peace.
Peace.
That word is so foreign to us, after how long we have been looping, actual peace is... I cannot describe what it was like to march with everyone, with people cheering their hearts out at the words that we have finally won the eternal war, although there was some small fear that we would all be buried under the impromptu ticket parade.
It did not matter to anyone that we walked along side with the Tau or Eldar soldiers, let alone with the former traitors Adeptus Astartes or their Primarches. True to the Emperor's word, they were given full pardons and there was reports the Investiary was already restored to show all of the Primarchs as they were currently, with daemon princes along side their loyal brothers.
It must be noted that after the Tyranid incident, there was not immediate peace as there was private conversations between the Emperor, the Tau, the Necron, and the Eldar leaders about certain matters of logistics of boundaries and repatriation of planets but that was done later on and it did not truly matter to the general population as the bars were filled with men of different races celebrating together, drinking along side with another and sharing songs of their people.
Everyone had been put through the lower levels of Tartarus, glimpsed the potential end of Yggdrasil and were brought clean to the other side. They did not have it in them to fight with others they struggled with, fought with, supported, saved and rescued during that battle. And...I think they saw what peace was like for them and they were reluctent to go back to the slaughtering right away, even Angron and his Worlds Eaters were hesitant to raise chainblade against others.
Speaking of which, there were reports coming from the Warp in the later days of the Loop that show something truly magnificent.
Khorne's appearance had changed. The spikes were gone, the hard edges smoothed down, the blood less present and the skull throne was replaced with a copy of the Iron Throne. He had gone from a terrifying figure of war to a noble knight that many of the youths looked up to as their own hero. Similar reports had happened with the other Chaos Gods; Nurgle's bloated body had its wounds healed and was actually producing cures for diseases for a chance. Slaanesh had changed from hir usual vileness to show a bit more restraint, the overpowering lust brought to heel with people striving to make wonders of art and true perfection-possibly tied to the creation of the memorial monuments that the Emperor had ordered created for all those who died on Ullanor, with everyone's name on it. Tzeentch seemed to not have been altered that greatly but there were reports that his deals were less harsh and severe and his followers had offered more information and help with less in return.
All of this proved what Lord Russ had spoke about the Warp and what others have said about it. Not only does the current status of the Warp carry over, the way we feel can change the Warp for the better. The Emperor of Mankind spoke briefly about the status of the Warp this Loop to me while all his sons were having another annual meeting, keeping to their word and vows that they would not have bad blood again this loop and descend back into fighting since the fight on Ullanor those ten years ago.
He remarked that this is how things were meant to be, gesturing to his eighteen sons in another round of drinks, three chairs empty. Two for the Lost Primarchs that Lord Fenrir had been unable to reclaim and one for the Primarch that the Warp reclaimed this loop. The Emperor spoke to me that he saw humanity was safe now, and with her allies strengthening her ties every day, there was less and less need for the brutal military fist of the Imperium. He then revealed to me that he finally understands why he was not made the Anchor, as he could not go back to another loop where all of this wonderful achievement of peace and harmony was wiped away and he would be powerless to change while on the Golden Throne. That seeing almost all of his sons together in peace and know that it might not happen again for eons upon eons and being aware of each eon would break him cleanly in half. He told me that he understands why Leman was chosen; as despite every bad thing that happens in a baseline for us, the Primarch had not once broke and continued to strive to make things better while knowing it would not last past the Loop. He fought on during the bad loops, the horrid loops where all had gone to Chaos and Leman was alone in the universe and yet, he did not abandon the Imperium, his ideals.
The Emperor then called up to the sky and told Lord Fenrir he relents and will never again strive to steal Anchorship, and then bid me good day as he went to deal with sons as Alpharius had done something to annoy Roboute again, causing me to wonder if the twins were looping as I have yet to uncover who had called them battle, as per my undercover, private investigation as I do not believe their claims that there spies were simply in the right spot at the right time.
At this time, one question remains on everyone's mind, the one question that has prevented full disarmament even after the last genestealer was found and destroyed. Lord Fenrir had promised to return and speak to us about the Tyranid incident before departing to the dimension above us all, and yet we have not heard anything from above. Current belief and thought is centered on the notion that time runs far differently on those higher levels, beyond what we can understand and there might be more work to undo the damage this Le-Eyo fool did to us but I personally side on the less popular idea, as history and experience has taught me this is almost always the case, that something has happened to prevent Lord Fenrir from returning to us as he said he would.
I must ask myself, what in Yggdrasil could stop Lord Fenrir or his fellow beings from talking to us?
Before any of his loopers could protest, Fenrir jumped out of the Dark Millennium branch and back to his normal level of existence, narrowly missing Skuld and Fung Long as he placed his paws onto his office's floor. Shaking his thundering head, he shoved them to the side as he began to go over the program that stupid fool put in, taking two steps to reach his terminal. Now that it had no one going through it, he could safely remove it without worry.
Blinking heavily and coughing out some blood onto the side, he safely ejected the program from his terminal. With a plop, the program was gone and his branch was now safe. He did it, he saved ever-
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Skuld take a step forwards, a hand resting on her hammer's shaft. "Fenrir, I-"
Oh HEL NO!
Spinning around, and stepping forward twice, he finally stop holding back. "Skuld, I have been through several levels of Hel; I had a rocket shot at my chest, a pistol unloaded in my head at point blank range that left me with a splitting headache the entire time, I was pskyer blasted into a wall that left my entire left side in spastic jerks, I was set on fire, I was electrocuted, stepped on by an Emperor Titan, dunk in disgusting vat of paint at one point and several other levels of fucking HEL trying to save my Loop from the possibility of a MLE species! So if you are going yell at me for this, YOU CAN TAKE YOUR FUCKING HAMMER AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR FUCKING ASS, YOU FUCKING LITTLE ANNOYING BITCH BECAUSE I DO NOT FUCKING CARE ANY FUCKING MORE!" Fenrir roared, causing the very building to shake as his explosive anger was fully unleashed; his jaw reached from the very bottom to the very top of Yggdrasil Proper.
Skuld simply stood in front of the massive, enraged wolf with a stunned look on her face and then took a step back in terror. Fung Long was in awe and horror at what the wolf just said to one of the most feared people in the entire realm. Skuld spoke softly after trying to find her voice a few times, "As I was saying, good job in securing your Loop and I am proud of the lengths you went for to prevent a MLE species from looping."
Fenrir blinked at this, falling onto his haunches in a drunken with a step nearly toppling him, with his lungs starting to constrict on him as he returned to his normal size. "Oh." He blinked again as his vision was starting to swim around, starting to see doubles of everything before they started to darken at the edges. His left front leg was now tingling something fierce and it was getting harder to think, with his heartbeat thundering in his ears, his step forwards so very difficult for some reason. He coughed out some more blood on the floor, but he still had more in him so he didn't worry that much... "I am going to see Marianne now, but I think I will pass out first. I don't feel too good." As he tried to move with a paw for a ninth time on floor shaking with sweat, Fenrir fell to the ground with a thud and dead to the world, unable to see the panic and terror in his fellow gods faces as he began to blackout, unable to hear his heartbeat in his ears anymore.