@Wraithblade6 @kishin asura
"Ok......just..one..moment..." The man says, scribbling down Asura's name into a strange book, before attempting something. "...You...you aren't evil, are you?" The priest asks.

Luigi stands entirely still, before a bullet rips into Mithias' arm, severing it making him lower his weapon, the shot firing into the building, causing an explosion below them. The floor beneath them crumbles down, sending everyone to be stuck in rubble. Luigi and his men are easily able to dig themselves out, but Mithias may not be able to.
"Man, I thought I found someone to recruit...no..just someone to re-shoot." Luigi says, laughing a bit at his own pun.

Mithias gasped as his right arm was blown apart by the bolter round, but the sound was drowned in the shockwave of explosion as the cannon of his fired downward into the building itself, shattering the concrete and bending and tearing the steel beams below. The rooftop itself was never designed to bear much weight and it crumbled down, collapsing onto the floor below it, causing a chain reaction that began at least half the building falling in on itself in a massive demolition. Rubble spewed out in every direction, raining death on anything below that wasn't already transformed by the warpstorm. Mithias was lost in the cloud of dust and destruction. It was painful just as he thought, but in a way the pain was comforting. It was a reminder that he had been alive, if only for a moment, before the end. All went dark, all anguish dispelled as all dreams were rendered meaningless by the fact they would never be achieved. Everything could be let go. It didn't matter who killed him, or how or where or when. Whatever coma he had been trapped in was finally over as his captor finally decided to release him, forever. There was no one to live for. Oblivion had waited long enough.

@supertinyking
For a moment, Valentus was stunned, as he saw a mutant returned to their human form in mere moments. It was a miracle, an impossibility, an act with no precedent. For just a single instant, the fact that he saw such an impossible feat performed before his very own eyes was enough to stun him. Just for a second, the blink of an eye.

Then he was back on track. After all, not even the God Emperor could truly save those that had been touched by the Warp. The body could be healed, the warp energies nullified. But the mark of the Ruinous Powers, implanted deep into the mind, could never be removed. They were but broken shadows of their former selves, their thoughts and minds shattered, crushed. They were more beast than human, twisted not simply physically, but in a far more profane manner. There was but one method for such beasts to attain any form of peace, of salvation. They could not be cleansed with kindness, nor with technology. They could be cleansed only with.... fire.

Flames sparked from Valentus' hands, as a massive white inferno flowed around him. White-hot beams of molten death shot out from him, waves of liquid fire rippling out from his every gesture. Stone was reduced to magma, steel molten down in instants, flesh and bone reduced to mere ashes and spread through the wind. Those beasts that fought their way through the relentless assault of pyrokinesis found themselves faced with the graceful dance of the Daemonhammer, it's circular swings perfectly timed and manoeuvred, each blow completely annihilating the target. A bastion of flaming death, he marched forward, the soldiers covering his flank as he annihilated every single drop of heresy he encountered.

Reaching the Xenos, he burned the purified along with the tainted, knowing that any sanity they might be lent was but a temporary refuge, a false shelter set up by the hands of deceit. He would normally have simply exterminated the xenos, but he had no time to do so. In desperate times even xenos formed allies of convenience, and these xenos had been wise enough to ally themselves to the superior human authorities. "Lay down your staves, and surrender yourselves. I know not whether you are agents of deceit, or mere victims of the deceiver, but I will sort you when my task is done. Should I sense even a single drop of power from you, I will not hesitate to cleanse you myself." His tone of voice made evident what his idea of 'cleansing' would entail.

@supertinyking

Asura shrugs "depends. Yeah I've killed a ton of people, but that was centuries ago, and I had a pretty bad case of insanity during that time." Asura replies

@thewizardguy@supertinyking

https://youtu.be/ZL4MGwlZuAc


Slowly, the dust cleared away, and the last crumbling rocks rolled off the pile of rubble that slanted down alongside the corpse of the tower building that once was the vampire's perch. Thunder rolled, and the wind died down strangely for a moment. The screaming in this area had come to an end. Most beings were warped and devolved into daemon monsters, or whatever the chaos storm did to them, or they were simply crushed under tons of edificial reckage. Somewhere in the pile, a slab of stone was knocked over by an unseen force, making a hollow rocklike sound. Darkness seemed to coalesce onto the area. Finally, in the haze of cloud and settling dust, a dark figure could be seen moving. It limped slowly, spats of blood dripped and spilled onto the hard road with soft splashing sounds. The creature was surrounded in darkness, unrecognizable with its weakly flickering red eyes, except for its having only one arm. Mithias was no more, no longer present. He had changed. The empty void, the darkness, death itself, was the only entity present, just a simple force, a beingless will, a power, a hunger for the undoing of reality. The suffering and demented beings around him did nothing as he passed, and he acted as though he didn't even see them. The warp storm, the psychic cataclysm, had been too much to bear. His body could heal, but his mind and spirit could not. Lost as he had been all this time, Mithias had nothing to keep him grounded, and he fell to the winds of chaos. His former powers had been bent and boosted to unimaginable level. He was walking death, and all his focus was on the biggest, brightest light that opposed him, Valentus. Slowly, he approached, an unimaginable anti-psychic force eminated from him, protected him. He felt no pain, no mercy. The consciousness of Mithias wasn't even present as the void came upon its prey. He would kill him.

@kishin asura
"Hmph, So you're on some sort of path to redemption? Surprising, for a demon. A mad demon...Hehehehe. Well, you're lucky. If you were not on your path to redemption, I'd of been able to bind you to a book, and forced you to my will..but I cannot do so now. That shard of good in your soul prevents it...However, I do still need your help. The people of my world are being twisted by a demonic energy, and I need to know if you have any idea on how to fix this? Maybe send some sorta pulse out of holy energy, maybe find some sort of wavelength that we could transmit to repel the invading evil? Do you have any idea of what I could do?" The priest asks, desperate. In the church, many people were already hiding, cowering as horrible monsters lurk outside, the holy power in this church keeping them away.

@supertinyking

"I think I know just the thing." Asura says after a bit of thinking

@kishin asura
"You do? Do tell, time is wastin!" The priest says, getting rather excited. Hope blooms in the mind of one fed a notion of victory where only a bleak defeat once existed...

@Wraithblade6@thewizardguy@Snarfulblast@ShadowVentus
@Tyki
Many things started to happen. When he threatens the priestly figured, David himself moves in front of Val. "You have no right to purge anyone not a monster already. I don't care if you think you're the biggest, baddest walking talking can of kickass there is, I will not allow you to murder holy men. So, I suggest, you let them do as they were..." David says to Valentus, him either being insane, or having power balls like Oli Pius. Secondly, Luigi sees Val, and instantly has his guards form a wall between him, and the deadly grey knight. "Shit, a grey knight? Here?! Tzeench sent me all the way here when there was a Grey Knight?!" Luigi asks, slightly worried. Grey knights were the worst thing for him to fight at the current. However, he does see a potential target to turn to an ally, a man wearing no real combat armor, one with white hair. Perfect. Luigi readied his attack, aiming a infected bolter round to graze the very very edge of his arm, as to not kill the poor sap. However, Micheal got a warning from..oddly, the staff, it giving him a sense of impending danger was near.
Rex was sent back slightly by a first round of punches, before being sent away by another.
"Multitude punch...9292 punches, scattered!" Roy yells, before striking the undead ax wielding killer, sending Rex hurtling into the distance, unharmed, except for maybe his pride. Roy then begins to march towards Val, Micheal, David, and the rest. The shadow of Mithias is also noticed by a soldier, which fires a lazgun at him. He is detached from David's group, giving them no intel at all.

@supertinyking@thewizardguy

Val was told to fuck of by many a person, an oddity occurs. a voice chimes in from behind him, asking "sooo... i've not exactly been here for more than a minute... the fuck is going on?" which, in and of itself, wasn't so strange. In fact, there was almost nothing about this particular instance that was strange at all outside of one thing that all psykers, powerful and weak, dread; not hearing the whispers of one's mind. The man behind the grey knight had not only snuck up on him, but he seemed like a void in his psyonic senses, as though he simply didn't exist on a certain level, but such a man as he would know better, he'd know when he saw a negative psyker, and he'd know he'd have to clean the inside of his armor after the encounter.

@supertinyking@thewizardguy@snarfulblast@shadowventus

The laser hits Mithias and leaves a small burn, but the trudging vampire doesn't react. All beings around him begin to feel the effects of his anti-psychic power, as it begins to nullify and tear away any and all forces that seem to be currently shielding them from the madness of the warp storm, loosening their minds dangerously. Voices that they knew hadn't been there before began to creep into the edges of their perception. They were getting louder, beginning to form words, terrifying words of doubt and dread. Were they real?

The soldier that had fired at Mithias suddenly grabs his head and falls to his knees. He screams and his body begins to shaken and tremble. Every breath he takes is another scream, until he simply can't breathe fast enough and violently transforms in his torture. Mithias, the incarnation of the void itself walks by, raising his one hand at whatever the fuck stood between him and Valentus. That whatever happened to be David. David was engulfed in fire.

As David fought off the flames, the storm seemed to surge, as if it had found a new champion, and the daemon in the vicinity strangely began to gather. A psychic assault welled up within the being of the dying vampire, aiming at Valentus. It pierced his mind, wrestled with his concentration, threw off his telekinesis and made him just begin to feel fear. Being anywhere around Mithias was a weakness against the insanity. The warp, the end itself, was unstoppable.

@supertinyking"Foolish little man who thinks he can walk away." Rex moves with a speed that belies his girth, standing in front of Roy he turns his axe upside down,"It's time for you to hear my favorite song." Rex makes as if his axe was a guitar and as he does this a wave of force and sound blast into Roy sending him flying back."WELL LITTLE MAN DID YOU LIKE MY SONG?!"

@supertinyking@Tyki@Wraithblade6
Valentus didn't even care as David attempted to stand up to him. He simply spoke through the man, as he marched towards the entrance of the bunker. His sheer presence would seem to push David back as he advanced. "In about thirty seconds, the Daemon will arrive. Billions of powerful warp beings that make your little weapons look like toy guns. Every single surviving living being on this planet will be brutally tortured to death, leaving it a barren husk covered in the flayed corpses of everything you ever fought to protect." Valentus stood inches from the man's face, his breath rasping through his helmet. "I'm going to hold this bunker against these things, and you're going to either get out of my way or die. The same goes for any other man. Tell your false prophets to follow me, or we'll see how their little tricks work against the infinite armies of the Warp."

David never got to answer, as two events happened shortly after one another. The first was that Valentus was addressed by a voice from behind him, and as he glanced to see what manner of being had snuck up on him, he found himself faced with the void. An absolute null, a blank space. The absence of light, an abyss, the antithesis of life itself. It was a Blank, an Anti-Psyker, one of the cursed beings who could null the power of the Warp with their mere presence. To Valentus' eyes it was the face of terror itself, an impossibility that seemed to try and draw him in, to lock his mind into the materium, to turn him into a soulless monstrosity like the Necron. An abomination of life, rightfully despised for it's abominable form.

However, this didn't even begin to compare to the next catastrophe. At first it seemed like another Blank had stepped up, and yet this being seemed different. Valentus could not hear the whisper of it's mind, and yet it clearly had a soul. He could sense it's presence in the Warp. Of course, this became swiftly irrelevant as the being rose, eyes glowing red, the power of the Warp flowing around it. A creature of chaos, it channeled fire to blast aside David, even as it advanced on Valentus. The Grey Knight could feel the creature's presence beating at his mind, attempting to shatter his armour of faith and let the Chaos leak in. Like a lance of agony the psionic attack struck him, and yet he weathered it. He found himself facing a newborn champion of Chaos, who had willingly accepted the embrace of the Ruinous Powers. Such a being would by definition be one worthy of the gifts of the Chaos Gods, a vile despicable creature of pure evil and destructive might. Such a being could not be allowed to live in this world.

"Run. Barricade the bunker with your best men and your biggest guns. Shoot everything that approaches the bunker, including me." Valentus faced the creature before him, fire blazing around his form. He faced off against this menace, even as he ordered his men and allies to abandon him. For every moment they spent in the presence of this being was a curse, a taint upon them and their minds. He was a Grey Knight, trained from the moment of his birth to resist the power of Chaos, his gene-seed hailing directly from the Emperor himself. He was the bastion upon which humanity would stand, the spear that would slay the darkness, the shield that would guard them from the horrors of the Warp. He was the Hammer of the Emperor, and he was about to wreck some serious shit.

Waves of flame shot from Valentus' body, crushing and burning any who had chosen not to run. He was a pillar not just of flame, but of sanity, in this storm of chaos and death. The Warp flowed around him, and yet it was purified by his presence. He was a Paladin of the Grey Knights, Brother Captain of the First Legion, and his every word was anathema to the beings of Chaos. And as he gestured at Mithias and Rex, waves of flame flowed out from his body to wash over them. Divine fire bathed the area, turning stone to lava in mere seconds, turning metal armour to sludge in the blink of an eye. The full power of the Apocalypse, channeled through his being as he aimed to destroy his opponents absolutely.

High in the sky, the air seemed to burn, as meteorites rained down from the sky. And yet they weren't rock or ice, but the flesh and bone of the beings of the Warp. Raging Daemon swept down from the heaven in legions of hundreds, great beasts of fire and death. A Greater Daemon of Tzeentch flattened a city block with a gesture, as Bloodletters tore through the streets. The Daemonettes of Slaanesh relentlessly hunted down the survivors of the Chaos, torturing and raping them to death upon discovery. The Plaguebearers of Nurgle spread every disease known to man and many more, their very bodies a twisted host for viruses and bacteria. This very world was being torn asunder by the forces of Chaos, and this bunker might be the last beacon of hope. Any who did not make their way to it were assuredly doomed, as they would be annihilated in the coming purge.

@supertinyking

Asura sits down and replies "I do know someone with an anti-evil wavelength."

@thewizardguy

Stephen's eyes widen a bit as the Ultramarine becomes a font of fuck you, channeling the greatest powers available to him with the soul purpose of blowing the ever loving shit out of this particular patch of space in the warp, and stephen was not the man to stop him. In fact he ran, rather rapidly, towards the bunker, catching up to and outpacing the space marine's men as their confused stares were met only with the response of "shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit" as the humanoid patch of nothing bravely nopes into the distance as fast as his legs can carry him

@supertinyking@Wraithblade6@thewizardguyRex hold his axe up like a shield against the blast of light energy, he turns to his Death Knight,"You take what forces we have left and go through the portal I'm about to make it'll send you into my little patch of hell in the Chaos Realm. And it's not the Chaos realm from which our demonic allies come from it's a different one." Rex like all creatures from the Chaos Realm can open portals to there if they have one either gathered enough power or two carry an item from the Chaos Realm, at this moment in time Rex has both, gripping his axe Rex brings it down into the ground opening a rift back to his little corner of the ever changing Chaos Realm."Go I'll meet you there when I'm done here." The Captain commands the remaining ghouls and corrupted soldiers through the portal. Turning to Rex before he steps through into the Chaos Realm,"The names Anderson sir." He salutes then steps through. Rex picks up his axe as the portal closes,"Ok mister I'm gonna try and fuck shit up. It's time for the forces of darkness to kick you're sorry ass." Rex walks up next to Mithias who stands in front of Valentus,"You ready to kill this fucker?" He asks without turning to face the now Champion of Chaos Mithias."OH AND ROY YOU BETTER FUCKING RUN CAUSE NEXT TIME WE MEET I WANNA RIP YOUR SOUL FROM YOUR BODY!"

@Snarfulblast@Tyki@thewizardguy

The flames and molten air that washed out over the vicinity from Valentus seemed to split like a river in from of the chaotic emissary of the void that was formerly, a vampire. Rex was there too. Mithias may have been out of his mind, possibly dead inside a walking body, but his pyrokinesis was still fully functional and stronger than ever before. He spoke not a word in reply to Rex, but his intent was clear. Valentus was doomed. One titanium blade hung loosely in the vampire's left hand, a trail of wet blood steamed on the ground behind him. He didn't need to bother with the Grey Knight's armor or size, because he would break the being's mind. Fire couldn't touch him, and Mithias even weakened had the speed to dodge a giant hammer. What defense did the mighty Valentus have left? Some distant god? Some laughable facade of hope? No. This planet, hell this universe, was doomed.

Monsters began to rise up out of the smoke and death in the background behind Mithias, yet the knight's continual flames and aura of presence kept them at bay. Visibly he struggled to maintain his faith as Mithias got closer and closer. No psychic attacks worked on the blank, dead mind that stood before him, for the vampire was already broken. Mithias focused, working to crack the mental armor of his enemy. All of Valentus' fears were returning to his consciousness, visions of wartorn worlds, dead allies, a vision of his dear emperor threatened by encroaching chaos. "You will die. You will fail. All is lost. Order is damned. All is meaningless." ...etc kept ringing in his ears. Mithias shared his own blackness, his destroyed heart and hopelessness in mental waves. If Valentus physically attacked, Mithias would find a place to cut him.

@Wraithblade6@Snarfulblast
Silently, Valentus recited a prayer under his breath, as he faced the Daemonic assault on his mind. Even as despair beat at the doors of his mind his faith did not waver, his resolve did not break. He stood tall, his eyes those of a furious deity, glowing up from under his helmet to burn literal holes in the walls. Flames raged around the pair, clashing and battling for dominance as two infernos collapsed into one another, the fury of the stars raging on Earth. A hellscape formed between the two, as Rex was forced backwards by the ever-increasing heat and waves of molten stone. The ground beneath their feet heated up and melted, and as Valentus made his way forward he marched through a marsh of molten concrete and steel.

In ten thousand years, there had been only war. An era of death, an era of denial, as humanity stood on the brink of extinction. Every moment of it's existence stood atop a mountain of corpses, billions fighting and dying for the glory of the God Emperor. The inscrutable God of the Imperium, guiding all from his place atop the Golden Throne. For a thousand years, Valentus had fought. For a thousand years, Valentus had served. He had torn through armies, and faced Daemon of great power and cruelty. He was a legend in the flesh, a warrior of ancient battles come to serve once more. Perhaps in some way his mind was as broken as that of Mithias, forged in the heat of battle, and filled with the purity of the Emperor himself. He was His divine will incarnate, a raging angel of divine retribution forging a path through the heretical impurity of this imperfect world.

Mithias struck, as Valentus had known he would. And yet his blades never struck plasteel, the titanium alloy coming to a halt against the force field that surrounded Valentus. The force of the Iron Halo was designed to weather Bolter Fire with relative ease, and Mithias found it close to impossible to break through it. The Daemonhammer came from above, with the force of a nuclear weapon behind it. Mithias was forced back, as an explosion marked the great weapon's contact with the ground. And yet even as it touched the floor it bounced back up, Valentus contorting body and armour to abuse the weapon's momentum. It swung in a graceful arc, moving around Valentus' body with seemingly impossible speed and accuracy. Blow after blow shot towards Mithias, and he found himself barely able to dodge them. Calculating and quick these attacks would shatter through any parry, and were calculated to change course at a moment's notice.

It was a technique that had been forged in a thousand years of warfare, tested in the crucibles of battle. It was grace, it was destruction, it was death. There was but a single imperfection, as the weapon swung around and around once more. For Mithias was able to barely sidestep the swings, forced back by the impossible rapid attacks. Valentus' weapon of choice was the Nemesis Force Glaive, with greater speed and reach than his current armament. Perhaps this was all that kept Mithias alive, facing an opponent with greater skill, greater speed, and far greater defence, unable to parry even a single attack for feat of shattering his weapons. He found himself outmatched in melee, his years of sword training unable to prepare him for a foe that could not be harmed and fought with the grace and skill of a million-year-old vampire. For he fought a prodigy among prodigies, a champion among champions. He fought a Paladin of the Grey Knights, a warrior of unparalleled skill, strength and speed.

@thewizardguyRex places his axe on his back freeing up both his hands, which then uses to barrage Valentus with death bolt after death bolt."We need to take out that thing on his head, or at least I think that's what we need to do." Aiming for the Iron Halo Rex continues to pepper Valentus.


@Wraithblade6@supertinyking
Albert and Blarg stand awed at the fact they were teleported so quickly. Albert turns to Tiny,"How did you do that? I mean how did you do that so quickly? Where I come from teleporting takes hours to do. So how did you do that?" Blarg stumps over the water and begins to play in the waves.

@Snarfulblast
"....Lotsa practice, and lots of fucking around with teleportation spells until you get just the right settings.....so, what are you two dumbasses going to do next?" He asks, looking at the Dragon and the Murloc with the dino leg.