Warhammer begins in 2026

The war in the Randan star system has come to a complete end. The Imperial army is resting and being rewarded, with ample supplies and high morale. In the Caliban star system, the Emperor and Macardo successfully retrieved the complete Ouroboros shield tunneling machine, laying the foundation for the Empire to build a safe network in warp space. The entire human territory is relatively stable, except for the remote planet Barbarus, which remains immersed in endless suffering and tyranny.

This is a deathly prison, and also the homeland of the Primarch Mortalian.

As was its original fate, Barbalus was perpetually shrouded in toxic smog, with acid storms repeatedly eroding the surface, leaving the land rotten and barren, with only mutated monsters and wandering Void fiends dwelling on the land. The entire planet was ruled by a tyrant who wielded powerful psychic energy and was also Mortarian's adoptive father. He cruelly enslaved the native inhabitants and bound the young Mortarian with endless torment.

The psychic tyrant was well aware of Mortarian's extraordinary talents and knew that his adopted son possessed a power that could shake the world. For this reason, he never gave Mortarian a shred of freedom, constantly using mental oppression and physical torture to wear down his will, wanting only to completely tame him and turn him into his most obedient killing tool.

For decades, Mortarian struggled to survive amidst poison and despair. Barbaros's deadly poison forged his resilient body, while endless oppression and torment shaped his cold, aloof, and unyielding character. He hated this land of suffering, hated the tyrant's enslavement, and hated even more his own fate bound by chains.

After years of patient endurance, the moment of decisive battle has finally arrived.

Atop the tallest black rock spire in Barbarus, swirling poisonous fog billowed and dark lightning tore through the gray sky. Mortarion, clad in tattered armor, stood alone before the tyrant's throne, traversing the corroded, mottled rocky ground.

The psychic tyrant sat high on his throne, surrounded by a raging gray psychic storm, carrying endless curses and corrosive power, his heavy aura covering the entire spire. He gazed at his adopted son, whose wings were growing stronger, his eyes devoid of any warmth, only filled with a cold desire for control and a mocking indifference.

"In the end, you still chose to rebel." The tyrant's voice was hoarse, corrosive to the soul. "You thought breaking free from your shackles meant freedom? You were born with death by nature, destined only to sink into darkness. If you perish today, your very essence will become the nourishment for my eternal life."

Mortarian remained silent, his body radiating a deathly, icy aura, silently proclaiming his fighting spirit.

Without a word, the fateful battle suddenly began.

A raging torrent of gray psionic energy crashed down, carrying deadly poison and curses. Upon impact, it corroded rocks and dissolved the air—the terrifying power of a tyrant who had ruled the planet for millennia. Mortarian gritted his teeth and endured the intense corrosive and burning effects, charging forward step by step, fighting to the death.

However, the gap in their foundations was insurmountable. Facing the tyrant who controlled top-tier psionic energy, Mortarian gradually succumbed. His armor shattered, his body was wounded, and his spirit was on the verge of collapse. He was driven to the brink of despair, on the verge of being devoured by the psionic energy and becoming the tyrant's puppet.

Just as he was about to be defeated, the world suddenly fell silent.

The billowing poisonous fog came to a standstill, the raging psionic storm completely solidified, and all of the tyrant's power, curses, and corrupting abilities were forcibly locked down by an extremely pure and overwhelming will, making them completely unusable.

The black mist parted to both sides, and Huang Feng descended into the air atop the spire. She didn't attack; she merely released her will, completely locking down all the power of the psychic tyrant. The psychic corrosion and curse power that the tyrant was so proud of were all frozen in mid-air, and no matter how hard he tried to activate them, he couldn't mobilize them in the slightest.

Huang Feng looked at Mortalian, who was covered in wounds but still clenched his fists and refused to give in, and asked calmly, "Motalian, do you want to continue fighting?"

Motarian raised his head, his eyes showing no sign of retreat, only the stubbornness and hatred that had been building up for decades. Even in dire straits, even with his opponent imprisoned, he refused to give up this decisive battle that was his to command.

"I want to keep fighting."

These five simple words conveyed unwavering resolve. He was determined to personally defeat the tyrant who had enslaved him and tormented the entire Barbarossa region, and to personally sever all shackles.

Huang Feng nodded slightly, offering no further dissuasion. A simple eagle banner slowly materialized, landing on Mortarian and merging into his body. Simultaneously, a sleek black scythe appeared in his hand, its cold texture and exceptional sharpness striking.

The Eagle Banner possesses pure purifying power, capable of cleansing all warp filth and evil. Any dark forces, warp aberrations, or malevolent beings targeting humanity will be restrained by this power, and Mortarion's attacks will inflict extremely severe damage on them.

The scythe in his hand has a special absorption ability. Every time it hits an enemy, it absorbs the enemy's physical strength and spiritual energy and converts it into his own power, making him stronger with each battle.

The moment the two forces converged, Mortarian's fatigue and pain rapidly subsided, his depleted power slowly replenished, and the deathly aura surrounding him became increasingly refined and pure. The dark corruption and negative curses that had suppressed him were swept away by the purifying power of the Eagle Banner.

The psychic tyrant was trapped in place, filled with terror. Looking at the transformed Mortarian, he finally felt genuine fear. He could clearly sense that the dark power he controlled was completely suppressed by the young man before him.

Mortarian walked steadily toward the throne. Without the overwhelming psionic suppression, he unleashed his full power, his scythe slashing out with effortless grace.

A cold, sharp blade sliced ​​through the air, landing precisely on the Tyrant. The instant the blade touched him, the purifying power of the Eagle Banner erupted, frantically cleansing the warp energy from the Tyrant's body, while the scythe rapidly drained his physical strength and psionic energy.

The tyrant trembled violently, his vital spiritual energy rapidly draining away, and his strength steadily waning. He struggled and roared desperately, trying to unleash a curse to retaliate, but it was gradually neutralized by the purifying power of the Eagle Banner, rendering all his dark methods ineffective.

Mortarian's offensive was steady and ruthless, each strike stripping the tyrant of his power and purifying him of all filth and fel energy. The previously insurmountable psionic suppression and terrifying corrupting curse proved utterly ineffective against the power of purification.

The tide of battle has turned completely.

The previous desperate situation was completely gone. Mortarion fought with increasing vigor and his condition improved, while the Psychic Tyrant continued to weaken, his body gradually withered, and his psychic energy was completely depleted.

In just a few minutes, the psychic tyrant who had ruled Barbarus for millennia had his power completely drained, and all the evil elements within him from the warp were purified. He had lost all his power and could no longer enslave this land or bind anyone.

Mortarian brought down his final blow, cleanly and decisively ending this decades-long karmic feud.

Above the Black Rock Spire, the poisonous fog gradually dissipated, and the dark aura that had suppressed the area for millennia completely faded away. Barbarus's tyranny had thus come to a complete end.

Mortarion stood silently atop the ruins of the throne, scythe in hand, his expression serene, devoid of the despair and oppression of the past. The power of the Eagle Banner had taken root within him, severing him from the chaotic darkness and granting him the power to purify evil and judge wickedness.