Within the grove, hundreds, if not thousands of Chaotic Space marines of the Jade Dragon were awaiting the word, and waiting for the others to arrive. They were all clad in their white armours, their Reptilian features making them unique amongst any other Chaos groups. But they were not alone. Three other armies had joined them on this day. The first one was Roboute Guilliman and his company of Battle Brothers, the Honour Guard. Together, they formed the chapter's finest company, the Champions of Ultramar. All of them were sternguard Veterans of the innumerable wars the Ultramarines had fought, each wearing their customized power armours and weapons. Devastators wielding heavy meltas, plasma cannons, heavy bolters, only the finest equipment for them. Two venerable dreadnoughts accompanied them. One was an Ironclad dreadnought, fitted with batteries of krak and frag missiles, with an autocannon on the other side. The other dreadnought was armed with a claw and flamer on each hand. The other army was none other than Tempestor Lancaster and her Elite army from the Baltic Manticores. Her troops, men and women from either the Kasrs of Cadia or the Elite academies of Kaurava I, were the finest in the whole of the Imperium. Her regiment of Scions could deal with it all, and were more than ready to do so. Coming with them were loads of heavy armour. Sentinels, equipped with lascannons, plasma cannons, autocannons and missile launchers came in large numbers to provide support. Hellhounds, with their inferno cannons, Bane Wolves, with their chemical cannons and even Devil Dogs, with their melta cannons. With them also, rows of various types of Leman Russ battle tanks. Punishers, Vanquishers, Executioners, Eliminators, Annihilators, Demolishers, they came prepared. And finally, the heaviest of armours. Baneblades. They fielded ten of them. Two ordinary baneblades, Two Stormhammers, Two Stormblades, one Shadowsword, Two Banehammers and a Banesword. Such a display of heavy ordinance would make anyone wet their damn pants. And last but very much not the least were the Ork Boyz of Godkillah how he had banded so many orks in so little time, no one will rightly know. But he had amassed an impressive number of heavily equipped orks, and was fielding some heavy armour as well. Looted tanks, taken from the ancient reserves of the Bloodwrath, had been repurposed to serve his boys, including two Skullhamma battle fortresses, and plenty of Killa Kans and Wartraks.

The view of it all was absolutely breathtaking to the lonesome Black Templar. He was at a loss for words, entranced by it all. He then snapped out of his trance with a swift shake his head, and he swiftly walks over to the Jade Dragons, his ice blue eyes scanning the army.

The Daemonic army was equipped for war. Chaotic weapons, in the effigy of their god. They stretched their dragon wings, some of them hovering in the air above the armies.

He looked up at the flying ones, but quickly looked back down at the Chaos marines and other beings around him. "We shall strike fear into the hearts of our enemies..." He quietly says to himself with a chuckle.

They were all geared up for a battle that would make Apocalypse look like it was a walk in the park.

He then continues his own sentence with a shake of his head. "Ah who am I kidding? We're going into the damn warp to murder a fücking Chaos God... That's not gonna be easy in the fücking slightest."

Nah, it'll be fine.

Ya sure about that? Don't the Chaos Gods have unlimited power in the warp or something?

You see, that's where Noiratrom comes in. He is a chaos god himself, and has more power than Slaanesh. Their power isn't truly unlimited, it only seems like it is.

Yeah, well, it definitely won't be 'fine'.

As the armies massed, a warpgate opened before them. It was massive, enough to fit an imperial titan. Through it, a voice came booming. Then, a figure stepped forth from it the being was gigantic, around twenty feet in height. Her shape was very feminine, but her traits were those of Kaela Mensha Khaine, the war god. This was none other than Macha, daughter of both Khaine and Isha, and her power had been released. [i][b][u]"Warriors! Followers of many paths, of different shrines, of different gods, today our goal is the same. We fight now to rid the galaxy of a terrible plight. The evil being known as Slaanesh has cursed the stars for too long now, it's time has come. I, accompanied by Noiratrom himself, will battle the god head on. But we cannot do this alone. That is why we need your help. The legions of Daemons belonging to Slaanesh will die today, by your hands! As you step forth through this portal, you will be blessed by the essence of Noiratrom. With it, your power will be increased exponentially, and you will walk off mortal wounds. Be brave, combattants! Today is the day you will all be remembered for! The day mortals conquered the ruinous powers!"[/u][/b][/i] A massive wave of cheers elevated from the ranks. [b][i]"FOR THE EMPEROR!"[/i][/b] Roared Roboute Guilliman, rallying all imperial troops. [u][i]"FOR NOIRATROM!"[/i][/u] Shouted the Jade Dragons, rallying their courage. [b][u]"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!"[/u][/b] Roared the Orks, as they rushed through the portal, all the other forces following behind in the mighty charge.