Warhammer begins in 2026

The skies over Colchis were no longer clear. The once pristine blue sky was now completely obscured, the entire planet shrouded in a thick, oppressive, dark gray dome of chaos. Sunlight could not penetrate it, and the earth was shrouded in a dim, deathly twilight. The air was no longer fresh; a chaotic, turbid atmosphere, a mixture of plague, putridity, blood, malevolence, bizarre stench, and decadent decadence, pressed down heavily. Inhaling it was enough to agitate the minds and drive ordinary people mad. Even the reinforced bricks of the city were slowly moldy, blackened, and distorted.

Four terrifying subspace rifts, spanning thousands of miles, tore through the atmosphere, their edges churning with twisted and chaotic spatial folds, constantly seeping out disordered void lightning. The four chaotic torrents—Khorne's blood-red mist, Nurgle's putrid green miasma, Tzeentch's morphing gray mist, and Slaanesh's decadent purple haze—intertwined and surged, completely obscuring the planet. Countless low-level demons poured down like a tidal wave, densely covering the plains, cities, and forests. Their claws trampled the newly born fertile soil; the once-reviving grass instantly withered and carbonized, orderly settlements were ignited by fel fires, and plague corroded clean stone slabs and water sources. Blackish-brown stains of decay spread along the streets and alleys, attempting to drag this planet, which had just escaped a thousand years of ignorance and gained new life, back into the abyss of chaotic decay.

At the forefront of the battlefield, dozens of colossal, four-elemental demons hovered in the air, their imposing forms commanding the battlefield. The Khorne Blood Demon, clad in heavy armor and covered in scabs, wielded a colossal blood-red blade capable of shattering stars, each swing unleashing a storm of bloodlust. The Nurgle Decay Demon, bloated like a mountain, was covered in festering sores, constantly spreading a deadly plague, its wounds regenerating instantly, growing ever more ferocious with each battle. The Tzeentch Shapeshifting Demon was elusive and unpredictable, distorting all surrounding psychic energy, wantonly altering the rules of physics, and reversing the lines between offense and defense. The Slaanesh Pleasure Demon exuded a chaotic aura, silently eroding the minds of living beings, eroding the will and fighting spirit of warriors.

The four major Chaos factions mobilized their full strength, with dozens of Greater Demons working in unison to suppress them. Layers of the raging filth of the warp layered upon each other, forming an unsolvable chaotic suppressive field that relentlessly enveloped the entire planet of Kolchis. Gravity on the ground fluctuated erratically, sometimes as heavy as an abyss, sometimes light and erratic. Sandstorms swirled in reverse, water flowed suspended in mid-air and backwards. The physical laws of the entire planet were continuously altered, torn apart, and distorted by the chaos. In the distance, mountain rocks cracked, seeping out a black, viscous chaotic fluid. Large areas of town walls peeled away and became distorted. Countless traces of nascent civilizations were being devoured and dissolved by the chaos at a visible rate.

The Golden Words Legion stood in a formidable array, spears and blades gleaming, cannons roaring. Shedding their former fanaticism, the Seventeenth Legion warriors now fought solely to protect the truth, their newfound homeland, and the light of humanity. Relying on the city-state's defenses and the fortifications erected by the Mechanicus, they unleashed layer upon layer of firepower, their psionic energy and firearms weaving a dense defensive network, forcefully withstanding the first fierce wave of the demonic tide.

The Mechanic Corps was fully operational, with vehicle-mounted purification cannons, ion incineration arrays, and void shielding devices firing continuously. Shells and energy torrents bombarded the demon horde, scorching the shallow filth and suppressing the spread of the plague. Imperial auxiliary forces guarded the flanks, clearing out any stragglers, stabilizing the defenses, rescuing the wounded, and repairing fortifications, providing comprehensive support to the Legion's operations.

But the counterattack from Chaos far exceeded everyone's expectations. Demons, seemingly endless, poured forth from the rifts. Lower-level demons, fallen into the ground's wreckage, were instantly absorbed and reshaped by warp energy, rising again to charge. Dozens of Greater Demons possessed bizarre powers, combining offense and defense, and were terrifyingly regenerative, negating conventional firepower, psionic attacks, and close combat. The chaotic force field unleashed by the Greater Demons relentlessly squeezed the human defenses, distorting and disrupting the warriors' psionic energy, continuously eroding their physical strength, and subjecting their minds to the incessant whispers of chaos. The front lines were under immense pressure; fortifications collapsed, exploded, and corroded, smoke and chaotic miasma mingled and permeated the air, visibility grew increasingly dim and blurred, and casualties continued to mount. The battle had reached a fever pitch, a desperate and desperate situation.

The battlefield has entered its most perilous and deadly phase, with darkness completely overwhelming the light, and Colchis's protective defenses on the verge of collapse.

At that critical moment of life and death, Loka Aurelion, who was standing at the front of the battle, trembled, and the dormant power of the Eagle Banner within him was fully awakened and broke through its shackles.

A pure white, dazzling holy radiance exploded from the depths of his body, piercing through the murky, chaotic black mist that filled the sky, tearing apart the oppressive, dim dome. A straight beam of white light shot into the heavens, illuminating the entire dark sky. The previously chaotic and violent air currents retreated upon encountering the light, disintegrating layer by layer. The distorted and disordered spatial folds were forcibly smoothed out, and the restless void lightning instantly subsided. The eagle banner rooted within him completed its second full bloom in this ultimate battle to protect humanity and cleanse the chaos.

Compared to the first level's simple purification and exorcism power, the second level of blooming completely unlocks two exclusive ultimate talents belonging to the Seventeenth Legion, fully empowering the entire army.

The first talent – ​​All Burning to Ashes – spreads across the entire area and takes effect instantly.

This is an indiscriminate and unlimited ultimate burning power, capable of igniting everything tangible and intangible in the world. The enemy's flowing physical strength, surging spiritual energy, innate innate powers, steadfast and tenacious will, physical flesh and blood, chaotic origin—everything belonging to the enemy—becomes burning fuel.

The lower-level demons charging at the forefront instantly ignited, pure white holy fire clinging to every inch of their chaotic bodies, along with the plague, illusionary energy, and decadent aura surrounding them. They silently melted away, turning into countless tiny ash particles that vanished upon landing, leaving no trace of filth. The greater demons attempting to unleash their power froze abruptly, their surging chaotic spiritual energy forcibly ignited, their innate powers crumbling layer by layer. Their formidable regenerative speed was completely scorched and halted by the flames, their previously rapidly healing festering wounds quickly carbonizing, solidifying, and withering, their resilient demonic bodies continuously peeling and cracking. The more concentrated the warp filth and the stronger the demonic power, the more violent and intense the incinerating power of the "All Things Burn to Ashes" became, and the more dazzling the pure white flames produced by the burning grew.

The second talent was unlocked simultaneously – Heartfire Martyrdom.

All warriors of the Golden Words Messenger Legion can actively ignite their own spiritual will, using their core beliefs as fuel to condense an ultimate holy flame, forming a global punitive force field. This power possesses overwhelming damage against all warp defilement and chaotic demons; the higher the rank of the archdeacon, the more fatal the spiritual burning and truth-punishing effects it suffers.

Countless legion warriors, united in purpose, ignited their excess spirit and conviction, layers of holy flames rising and spreading like a vast, pure white sea of ​​fire, engulfing the entire ravaged battlefield. The previously insurmountable chaotic aura of the Great Demon was forcibly torn apart, the miasma instantly dissipated, the protective warp barrier shattered inch by inch, exploding into mist, and the festering, regenerating bodies were continuously scorched by the holy flames of truth, emitting piercing, ear-piercing howls that reverberated across the land, yet failing to shake the warriors' fighting spirit in the slightest. Tzeentch's cunning, Slaanesh's seduction, Nurgle's plague, Khorne's bloodlust—all chaotic powers were rendered ineffective and exposed before the two burning talents, the disordered rules of heaven and earth were forcibly restored, and the chaotic air currents and gravity slowly calmed down.

Just as the tide of battle was about to turn completely, a slight movement of light and shadow appeared in the sky, and Huang Feng's will quietly descended upon the battlefield.

She bestowed upon Loka and the entire Golden Word Messenger Legion a unique and profound gift—the power to aggregate human consciousness, which is also a portion of the authority of the human divine kingdom.

The intangible and formless collective will of humanity traversed the cosmos and descended upon the battlefield, vast, solemn, and pure, bearing the struggle, perseverance, and light of all human civilization. The Imperial will instantly enveloped and empowered the entire army, infusing every Golden Word Messenger warrior's weapon, psionic energy, physical body, and fighting spirit with the glory of civilization.

From then on, every Legion attack that lands will trigger Holy Blast damage against warp demons.

Gunfire struck the horde of demons, unleashing a deafening explosion of pure white flames. Shockwaves, carrying purifying power, swept across the area, clearing away vast swaths of foul miasma and distorted fragments. Psionic blades cleaved through the greater demons, the Imperial will reverberating through the warp, shattering the demonic essence and unleashing concentric waves of purifying light that cleansed the surrounding filth. Psionic bombardments landed, layer upon layer of holy explosions spreading and cleansing the chaotic filth and smoothing the distorted landscape. Each attack carried the ultimate belief of human civilization in its fight against darkness, specifically designed to suppress chaos and obliterate warp distortions, exerting devastating suppression on the four major demonic factions. The purified battlefield instantly regained its clarity, order, and vibrant life.

With the combined power of the dual burning talent and the blessing of the divine will, the Golden Word Messenger Legion's combat strength has been completely doubled and broken through its limit.

The previously fierce and stalemate battle instantly reversed. Vast numbers of low-level demons were incinerated and melted away by explosions; the continuous chaotic demonic tides collapsed and disintegrated. The piles of demonic remains on the ground were completely annihilated by the purifying flames, and the corroded and blackened earth gradually regained its original color. Dozens of high-level demons suffered heavy blows in succession; their chaotic armor shattered layer by layer, their primal power continued to burn and deplete, their regenerative abilities were completely sealed, and their berserk power was crushed and disintegrated by the will of truth. From their initial strong counterattack, they became passively attacked and gradually defeated. With each step they retreated, the chaotic aura beneath their feet thinned further.

On the ground, the Mechanicus's firepower array continued to operate at overclocked speed, with purifying artillery fire constantly clearing away residual miasma and distorted energy, stabilizing the battlefield's purifying force field; the Imperial auxiliary forces advanced rapidly, eliminating the remaining enemies, compressing the demons' activity space, and repairing the front-line defenses, cooperating with the legion's steady advance to gradually reclaim the land corrupted by chaos.

Just as the ground battlefield was crushing the counterattack and wiping out the main force of Chaos, a secret offensive suddenly erupted deep within the subspace dimension.

Neos ventured deep into the source of the Chaos Rift, venturing alone into the turbulent and chaotic warp currents. He confronted the power lines, authority channels, and consciousness projections extending from the Four Gods, and with the ultimate power of void cutting, he forcefully severed the warp links through which the Four Gods continuously supplied power, deployed reinforcements, and amplified authority.

With supplies cut off, reinforcements cut off, and power restored to zero, all the demons trapped in the material plane have become rootless drifting duckweed.

Without the support of the Warp's origins, the Greater Demon's power continued to decline, its regeneration completely halted, and its authority constantly dissipated, making it no longer able to maintain its formidable body and chaotic aura. The once endless tide of demons completely ceased, and the remaining demons were all trapped in the airspace of Kolchis, becoming targets for the human legions.

Loka strode through the air, his body radiating an intensely brilliant holy light from the eagle banner. He activated his dual talents at full power, and the will of the human divine kingdom empowered him. He charged alone into the heart of the demon horde, facing all the remaining heavily wounded great demons. He condensed the Holy Flame of Truth in his hand, each strike carrying the divine might to incinerate all things and shatter chaos.

He pierced the blood armor of the Great Demon Khorne, burning away its bloodlust; he crushed the decaying body of the Great Demon Nurgle, eradicating its plague core; he tore apart the illusory form of the Great Demon Tzeentch, destroying its foundation of treachery; he cleansed the demon Slaanesh of its delusion, severing its power to bewitch.

One after another, high-ranking demons were shattered from their very essence by the burning of holy flames and the holy explosion, completely losing their fighting power and never being able to return to the warp to rebuild themselves.

As the battle drew to a close, Loka stood in the center of the sky, the power of the Eagle Banner blooming across the entire domain. The will of the Human Empire enveloped the entire starry sky, and the dual talents of Ten Thousand Burns to Ashes and Heart Flame Martyrdom were fully unleashed, forming a banishment force field covering the entire planet.

All remaining chaotic filth, dying demons, and dissipated warp energy were forcibly gathered, compressed, and stripped from the material plane. The dark rifts in the sky were gradually stitched together and closed by holy light, the chaotic space was completely stabilized, and the oppressive layers of the chaotic dome dissipated. Under the dual blessing of the Holy Flame of Truth and the authority of the human divine kingdom, all invading chaotic creations were completely banished throughout the entire realm, forcibly driven back to the deepest part of the warp, and permanently sealed outside the chaotic rifts.

The thick black fog dissipated, and the murky sky returned to its clear state.

The black fog dissipated completely, the murky sky returned to its clear and bright state, and warm sunlight once again bathed the earth. The corrupted city-states, the restored fertile land, and the tidy streets were revitalized. The four-elemental chaotic cataclysm that ravaged Kolchis had come to a complete end. Dozens of great demons were annihilated and banished, and the endless army of demons turned to dust. This newly born planet had completely preserved the light and truth that belonged to humanity. After the baptism of darkness, it became even more stable and radiant.