The surface of the plain at 37° north latitude on the Alert Star suddenly cracked, and seventy-two subspace fissures spewed out sulfur and fire rain.

The flagship of the Star Reaper Harken pierced the reality curtain, and the eight-pointed star emblem on the bow dyed the clouds a festering purple-red.

The chief henchman of the Chaos Warmaster stood in front of the broken observation window of the bridge, the holy symbol of Khorne embedded in his breastplate trembling hungrily.

"The false emperor's lackeys and alien bastards..."

Haken's demon eye penetrated the smoke, reflecting the three entangled forces in the distance, "Just right for blood sacrifice to the Blood God!"

His fleet of landing pods fell like festering meteors, and Nurgle daemons and Tzeentchian horrors danced a death waltz across the scorched earth.

A lone warrior who was fighting against orcs suddenly froze and found a corrupt relief on the power spear in his hand, which was a sign of the coming of Chaos corruption.

"Chaos Enemy?"

Xerxes stood on the command podium in the form of a golden scarab, and the Median scimitar suddenly made a warning buzzing sound.

The psychic transmission of the think tank director Gao Moda carried a rare fluctuation: "King of Kings, subspace vibrations were detected on the western horizon. It should be the advent of demons..."

Before he finished speaking, the entire battlefield began to distort. Khorne vampires rose from the blood river, Slaanesh devils' silk wrapped around the sickle arms of the hive warriors, Tzeentch's blue flames ignited the orcs' WAAAGH energy, and Nurgle spores bloomed on the Tyranid bio-cannons.

“What a ridiculous circus.”

Xerxes' gilded boots crushed the Slaanesh tentacles that tried to wrap around his ankles. "In the name of Achaemenids, tear them to pieces!"

The legion changed the direction of attack, and Xerxes himself opened a subspace channel and then drilled through it.

"A coward hiding in the hive! How dare you confront the real..."

The shock wave blew away the second half of the insult. Xerxes' golden spear pierced Haken's shoulder directly, and Haken flew backwards, and his shoulder armor was shattered in an instant. The surrounding demons rushed over like hungry tigers, but in a flash, all the subspace creatures within a hundred meters of Xerxes were vaporized into cuneiform.

"First move." Xerxes drew out his sword and then slashed forward lightly. The moment the blade was released, it shattered Hakon's breastplate, and the holy emblem of Khorne crumbled into pieces in front of the Persian hieroglyphs.

The Star Reaper roared and swung the blessed weapon. The blessing of Khorne allowed the weapon to break through physical limits, and wherever the axe blade passed, it left solidified bloody time and space.

However, Xerxes used his scimitar to block Zarathustra's ring of fire. At the moment the blades collided, Haken was horrified to find that his demon eye reflected three battlefields.

He saw his past, present and future.

"The second move."

The Primarch flipped the hilt, and the blow of the blade struck Harken's helmet hard, causing ripples in space and time.

The Star Reaper was dragged into an illusion, where he saw the past of the Second Legion and everything they were about to experience.

When Haken broke free of the illusion, he found himself kneeling inside a golden circle.

Seventy-two psychic Cyrus columns descended from the sky to form the judgment hall, each of which was engraved with his past betrayals and massacres.

Xerxes was suspended in the center of the circle, desert-colored spiritual energy condensing in his hands.

“The third move.”

The Primarch's judgment caused the laws of reality to be reorganized. Harkon's Chaos Armor grew backwards and pierced into the flesh, the blood blessed by Khorne flowed back and burned the internal organs, and the Tzeentch runes that tampered with time and space backfired on the nerves from the surface of the skin.

Immediately, Haken was swallowed by the desert, and billions of yellow sands buried Haken's rotten body until it was destroyed.

In just a few minutes, the Star Reaper was completely reduced to dust by Xerxes.

In the ruins of the Alert Star Hive City, two steel torrents collided with a loud bang.

The lone warriors of the Second Legion were clad in black and gold armour, with scripture strips wrapped around their power spears rustling in the wind; the Chaos Space Marines of the Black Legion were shrouded in the energy of the Warp, with blasphemous runes flowing on the surface of their armour.

"For the forgotten glory!" Captain Nadir Shah raised his chainsaw spear high in the air, and the psychic lightning bursting from the tip of the spear intertwined in the air to form an illusion of the palace of Persepolis.

"For the grace of the gods!"

The Chaos Lord Mokar of the Black Legion roared back, his power sword wrapped in silk blessed by Slaanesh, leaving enchanting purple trails wherever the blade passed.

The vanguards of the two legions collided in the center of the ruins, and the sparks from the collision of power weapons illuminated the entire area like daylight.

A Space Marine of the Lone Warriors Legion pierced a Chaos Warrior's breastplate with his spear, only to find that the blue flame of Tzeentch gushed out of his opponent's wound, burning his arm to charcoal.

At this moment, the scimitar troops led by the Second Captain Ardashir rushed out from the flank, and their anti-gravity motorcycles drew elegant arcs among the ruins.

In the sandstorm caused by the dancing of the double-headed power sword, the relief of Emperor Darius the Great can be vaguely seen.

“Feel the desert’s fury, traitor!”

Ardashir's sword plunged into the Chaos Warrior's throat, the psychic runes on the blade tearing the opponent's soul into pieces.

The Black Legion's noise warriors retaliated with sonic cannons, and the sound waves shattered three lonely warriors into pulp, but were blocked by an energy shield engraved with scriptures in front of the fourth warrior.

Gao Moda, the think tank director, emerged from the dust, and multiple echoes came from under his bronze mask:

"Take your blasphemous voices and hide in the desert!"

A horrific sandstorm raged on the battlefield, and countless Chaos Cultists and Chaos Space Marines were caught in it. The sharp sand particles cut their bodies like scimitars until they turned into bloody mist.

At the commanding heights of the battlefield, the Terminator troops of the two legions engaged in a fierce battle.

The Chaos Terminators of the Black Legion are wrapped in vines blessed by Nurgle, and their power fists are dripping with corrosive ichor. The Undead Terminators of the Lone Warriors are clad in black power armor, with pale visors on their faces and power spears engraved with the epic battle stories of the Primarchs.

"Your glory has long been erased by history! You are now a bunch of garbage that should have been thrown into the trash can long ago!"

Chaos Lord Morkar's power sword sliced ​​through the breastplate of a Terminator, only to find that liquid gold instead of blood was gushing out of his opponent's wound.

He was a terminator of the Primarch's Undead Guard. His soul had long been bound to that of the Primarch, and the attack just now had no effect on him.

"And your souls will be imprisoned forever, and your acts of betrayal will be turned into dust in the yellow sand!"

Nadir's spear pierced Mokar's abdomen, and the Behistun Inscription engraved on the serrations burst into a purifying light.

Then, a huge amount of energy poured out from the tip of the spear until Mokar completely dissipated in front of Nadir.