most of the forces on the battlefield turned to notice the latest arrival on the battlefield. The massive titan, Warlord-Class, was one of the two Warlords brought into the battle. The massive warmachines had been found dormant within the Bloodwrath, and had been awakened by a titan crew of the Baltic Manticores. By the time they had awakened it, they gave them both nifty paintjobs as well, cleaning off the dust and adding some of the regiment's colours and banners to it. The two massive titans were pretty much the killing blow of the battle. They didn't even need to be empowered by Noiratrom, as their sheer firepower brought into the masses finished off any demon that was still willing to fight. Another punch to the Prince of torment sent him into a haze. His forces were thinning, his power was waning. He felt no more pleasure in this encounter. He felt no more pain, as his entire body and soul was numb. As he slowly tried to get up, he spoke in a broken tone. [b][u]"Wh-Why..? Why do you do this..? Why do you torment me so..?!"[/u][/b] [b][i]"Can you not see?"[/i][/b] Noiratrom spoke as he approached the falling god. [i][b]"You have spent all of your young life hating your fellow gods, lazing around, causing strife and pain without any goals, or reason!"[/b][/i] He slammed his fists into the god, making him lose his footing and fall back down. [b][i]"It's what all you gods DO!"[/i][/b] He kicked him in the stomach sending him flying. [b][i]"You go AROUND the pot, without ever DOING anything!"[/i][/b] He kept pummeling him as he kept giving his speech. [b][i]"You concentrate your POWERS on trying to destroy each OTHER! Instead of using them for their true purpose. Balance. There is balance in chaos. There is ORDER in chaos! Have you never noticed? Have you never OPENED! YOUR! EYES!?"[/i][/b] He held up the prince by the throat. [b][i]"Prince of pain... Greater Daemon, Lesser Daemon, Chaos PRINCES!"[/i][/b] He slammed his fist into his gut. [b][i]"Calling it Chaos is merely propaganda! To instill fear! To intimidate! What we have here is a structured organiZATION!"[/i][/b] He threw him against a wall. [i][b]"And the organization keeps balance. Wether you want it or not. But a problem remains, Slaanesh..."[/b][/i] He walked over to the god. [b][i]"... it's leaders are IN! COMPETENT!"[/i][/b] He kicked him in the chest. [b][i]"while they could be doing so much, solving so many problems, they WASTE it on reckless ABANDON! INFIGHTING!"[/i][/b] He threw him across the room. Slaanesh spat out some blood. [b][i]"That's why I'm removing the problem. That's why I'm combining all the balances into one. No more infighting. No more petty squabbles. Tru balance is what we'll achieve. Peace in this day and age. But you wouldn't understand that. You, like all the others, are too self-obssessed. All you care about is your OWN! LITTLE! NEEDS!"[/i][/b] He kicked him three times in the ribs, then put his foot on his neck. At this point, the god was only semi-conscious. [b][i]"And it's why you have to go, Slaanesh. And it's why you're the first to go."[/i][/b] Then, each of the Godly warriors approached Slaanesh. [u]"For my people."[/u] Said Macha, as she planted the flaming sword into his gut. [i]"For the Emperor."[/i] Said Agnes as she planted her own flaming blade into his heart. [quote]"For Freedom."[/quote] Said Kor'El, as he planted his Obsidian Katana into Slaanesh's lungs. Kraken, the Mighty Tyranid, planted his claw into Slaanesh's stomach. [b][i]"For the Galaxy."[/i][/b] Said Noiratrom, as he planted Silence into Slaanesh's head. With every blade that was planted into him, the god pushed out a weak groan of suffering. But as silence penetrated his body, he made no sound. He drew his last breath. Naturally, if a god's form was killed, its soul would escape and reform again. But not this time. Slaanesh's very soul, essence and being poured from his eyes, nose, mouth, every hole in his body. The wispy white cloud danced along the staff of silence, and into Noiratrom. He had absorbed the soul of Slaanesh. The very power of the Prince of pleasure was his. As the troops on the battlefield felt this, all remaining Daemons and chaos fiends surrendered to the Jade Dragons. They had fallen into following the superior lord, the one that had conquered their leader. And just like that, the day was won. All remaining Demons had been brought to Noiratrom's realm, the Dark Eldar escaped through the Webway, it was over.

Ryker just watched the Titans finish the job. He finished off any straggling daemons. "Well... That's that." He says, sitting down against a rock.

The imperial, ork and Chaos forces all let out a mighty cheer as they had won the battle. Meanwhile, back in the palace chamber... Slaanesh's body wisps away, like snow fading from the air. Noiratrom's body went through a surge of power, his body glowing with a pinkish hue. Macha felt a tinge of hesitation, however. What if they had just helped him gain more power to conquer the galaxy? He would be unstoppable... so she decided to confront him. [b][u]"Noiratrom. I must know. You ha e avenged my people, and I am thankful for that. However... how can we know? How can we be sure you didn't just use us?"[/u][/b] Noiratrom understood her concern. [i][b]"Macha, I made a promise to your mother. I owe everything to her. And I never break my word."[/b][/i] Macha was appeased by this answer. [i][b]"Thank you for you help, Macha. Without you, I could have never done this. It seems to be a trend with me, to owe your family a great deal."[/b][/i] Macha chuckled at that. [u][b]"Thank you, Noiratrom."[/b][/u] [i][b]"And not just to Macha. To all of you. To every soldier on the battlefield. I owe my victory this day to them. And that is what makes me different from the other gods of the warp... my power, I gained it with the help of the others, not by abusing them. My throne was built with others, not on them. With their help, with their sacrifices. I am grateful to each of them. And I pledge my sworn truth that I will do all in my power to see them live on."[/b][/i] The last part of his speech was broadcasted throughout the battlefield, as a rallying cry.

Ryker watched, listening. He nodded. "Just doing my job..." He says to himself.

The imperial troops began pulling out, going back through the gate to the ship.