CSM UPDATE: THE AGE OF VENGEANCE : WARHAMMER 40K LORE

Veterans of the long War for 10,000 years the traitor elusion have dwelt within the maddening depths of the warp forging pacts with infernal powers and plotting their vengeance upon the emperor thrs for Millennia the Spectre of the Horus heresy has haunted these accursed traitors the lingering anguish of defeat Goring at their pitch black soul for these bitter Warriors the fight has never ended whilst the Imperium still stands their long War continues in the lingering shadow of the Great Rift the fruit of the war Master's ceaseless labor RIT large across the Stars heretic aares treacherous Renegades and zealous cultists rally to the banners of the dark gods and their malefic Champions before this tide of Chaos many within the Imperium Quake Desperately Seeking Saka in faith and Devotion to the Emperor their prayers and petitions are made in vain for born upon the howling Winds of the warp does their Doom approach now Begins the age of Vengeance the Galaxy will burn welcome gentle listener I am baldemort your faithful servant and I wish to introduce you to the forces factions and faces of the Warhammer 40K setting the Grim darkness of the far future where there is no time for peace there is only time for war and today we should be taking a wander around the new law that was provided in the 10th edition codex for the chaos Space Marines now I have to admit that I'm working on a new thus video so this one is mostly quoted from that toome but I provide the service as not many will gain the hard copy and there are Law changes amendments and updates therein contained I do not think that people should miss out these codices are not cheap so hence I will narrate them in my own distinctive style Tales from the book will also be spattered throughout as I found them acceptable I thought you ought to be able to judge them for yourself so as usual let us lean on the newest existing wisdom about the arcs of omen the Crimson path vastor the arane and the age of Vengeance to quote [Music] the priest's words rang through crackling loud haers his voice reverberated across the bullet scarred and crated remnants of the sanctorum complex drifting upon an ashen Breeze to Echo over blood drenched Rubble the light of the emperor falls upon us brothers and sisters he is with us he is your salvation TR Cross of the black Legion let out a hacking peel of laughter at the hollow words this world was beyond salvation he strowed between the Fallen effies of long dead Saints Bal gun clasp tightly in even armored gauntlets before him human soldiers fled deeper into the ruins wailing pleas for Aid to their unheeding corpse guard and clasping holy icons and Trembling Hands their faith would not save them Tas reveled his bolt pistol towards the fleeing rabble the auto senses of his ancient Helm projected targeting ruins across his Mind's Eye selecting a victim he pulled the trigger the weapons demon War muzzle flared and a shell slammed into the fleeing human's back Flack armor erupted blood viscera and fragments of shattered bone splattered across marble flagstone and Fallen statues his fellow legionaries opened fire fire with their own bolt guns fleeing soldiers dropped in their dozens and wounded wailed their last cross Brothers followed him through the crumbling city of sarin their black and gold armor caked in dust and Gore he felt his twin hearts beating hard within his chest adrenaline and combat stems cing through his blood how long had he awaited this opportunity to tread upon the soil of the Imperium and bring destruction and ruin to its treacherous heart victory was near only sin's primary Cathedral remained a haze of smoke and Ash had settled over s's burning streets thrown up by orbital bombardment and bitter fighting the shell scarred and partially destroyed facade of the cathedral rose out of the Gloom before the heretic AAR it stood a top a steep Mound the skeletal remains of its Spire smoldering wisps of smoke spiraling towards the Dusky Sky the remnants of GL shimmering in the Dying Light at the base of the structure Imperial soldiers scurried between sandbags tank traps and coils of razor wire craft lit out a guttural cry and raised his chain axe high above his head to Signal the advance storm the cathedr he cried slay them all glory to the despoiler cow cultists turncoat Guardsmen and shambling mutants surge forwards past the legionaries howling their Fury they cast an array of primitive weapons in hands and tentacular appendages toiling up the rubble slope towards the base of the cathedral they charged into a lethal rain of bullets and L bols scores fell in seconds your dozens more reached trenches and bunkers hurling themselves upon the Defenders with crude clubs and axes others followed seizing weapons from fallen soldiers and hurling makeshift explosives and incendiary bombs into the vision slits of squat bunkers the stench of [ __ ] flesh drifted on the Ashen Breeze crath and his legionaries move forward steadily stepping over the ruined bodies of the cultists and soldiers firing Point Black Bolt gun shots at anything that moved the slope was already littered with the bodies of the Fallen slumped over trenched parapets severed Limbs and viscera coated the ground and the anguished cries of the wounded and dying were audible above the priest's foral prayers through the Carnage and choking smoke the legionaries marched Bol guns roaring with each heavy stride La gunfire and auto gun shell slammed into cross Ean armor scoring shallow marks upon the ancient plate Mor rounds exploded in their midst flinching clouds of shrap and sh shattered Rock felling robed CEST still the black Legion Advanced the fervent futile prayers of the priest ringing loud above the D of battle cra's eyes were drawn up towards the gigantic Stone Arch that marked the cathedral's entrance movement wooden door swung slowly open and out of the smoldering structure sted five figures clad in gleaming bronze power armor bullheads icons emblazed on their white pauldrons craft grimaced teeth grinding together Hearts pumping ever faster as the fury swelled within him adep as of starties The Emperor's puppets were here the Space Marines raised long bolt rifles and began opening fire thinning the surging tide of cultists with disciplined volleys grath growled at the sight of the Loyalists so proud he thought to himself so honorable I will paint this Cathedral with their blood and offer their B to the dark Gods crath broke into a loping run armored feet crushing wire and bodies as he pounded relentlessly forward his brothers followed him up the slope tossing grenades into trenches and bludgeoning human Soldiers with the stocks of their Bol guns as they went CRA lashed out at a cowering Guardsman chain ax ripping clean through armor and flesh B secting his victim in a single stroke The Defenders quailed before the assault fleeing from the Black legionaries scrambling for the cathedral doors steal yourself against the darkness fall not into temptation nor cowardice the emperor protects his angels come the priest howled again leaping over a trench craft barreled into a trio of cowering humans knocking them from their feet one unfortunate fell backwards into the dirt the heretic aarti ceramite boot crushing down on his chest splintering bones and pressing in deep into clawing mud crath dispatched the remaining Soldiers with well- aimed axe drugs never taking his eyes from the Space Marines hundreds of years of bitter enemity burned within his breast the Space Marines had now turned their attention upon the black legionaries BT rifles snapping towards crath and his fellow Warriors a volley of shells stre into the heretic aares to cra's left one of their number was struck an explosive B round embedding itself into the Vox Grill and detonating with a dull thud serite armor splintered taking half of legionary his face with it he fell backwards gargling grasping at his throat as thick blood filled his lungs his brothers lumbered on leaving him to expire in the filth cth felt a shell impact upon his right knee pad causing him to stumble but failing to penetrate his power armor he was close now no more than 20 ft from his quarry the Space Marines spread out to meet the charge draing bolt pistols from leather holsters crath bellowed a war cry as he covered the remaining distance in Long bounding strides we are returned death to the false Emperor the space marine sergeant slid a Power sword from its sheath and raised it into a guard position a shimmering force field hummed into life around the polished Blade the smoldering lenses of cra's demonic Helm met the Blank Stare of the loyalist Warrior the two combatants hit with bone crushing Force the energy fielded of the space Marine's Power sword emitting a shower of Sparks as itm the adamantine teeth of CR chain lxs weapons locked together breastplates clashing they lashed out with elbows knees and feet to strike the foe breaking apart again CRA launched immediately into a flurry of strikes his opponent's sword flashed left and right to turn aside The Killing blows with for thrusting forwards to counter Black legionaries Bolt pistols roared shells punching craters into ceramite plate the blades of loyalists and traitor Space Marines sliced and gouged their metal and flesh both warriors were oblivious to the battle Escavating around them utterly absorbed by their duel a backhand strike from the Space Marine caught cra's bolt pistol shearing through its muzzle he released his grip upon the ruined weapon and struck back with his chain axe burying it teeth into the bronze Warrior's flank the chain blade wind as it bit deep releasing a shower of shredded armor and flex of blood the loyalist kicked out knocking craft backwards traitor the Space Marine growled his pained voice dripping with contempt crath grunted dismissively lunging forward and kicking the left leg from under the space marine sergeant his opponent stumbled KRA grasped his chain axe in both hands raising it over his head before bringing it down in an overhead strike the wounded Space Marine raised her sword to block the blow the force of craft strike drove the loyalist to his knees C struck again the whirling teeth grinding through ceramite armor flesh and Bone severing the loyalist left arm at the elbow a brief Spurt of blood emerged from The Stomp the severed hand twitched balt pistol still clutched in its grasp Craft's boot slammed down upon the Space Marine sword arm pinning it to the floor glaring at the prone loyalist crath recalled the lies he had once believed to die for the emperor is the greatest reward the emperor protects such Notions were as false as the corpse Emperor's Divinity he swung his chain ax again driving it into the Helm of his victim blood splashed across the guilt trim of his armor still grasping the hilt of his blood spattered weapon crath gazed around founded the remains of the smoldering City from all directions black legionaries emerged from burning streets alongside ranks of Traitor Guardsmen and lumbering demon engines bristling with hellish weapons the sky churned with contrails and plumes of smoke through the clouds Thunder loyalist reinforcements bronze colored aerial transports and the burning comp Trails of descending drop pods crath laughed wheezing cackle devoid of Mirth wrenching his weapon free from the skull of the Dead Space Marine and turning to face the foe the long war was far from Over the Crimson path with the strength of the black Legion at his command abdon intends to succeed where his predecessors failed to break the Imperial Palace open and tear the emperor's corpse from The Golden Throne over the Millennia each of his conquests has gradually paved the way from the eye of Terror towards the soul system less obvious however is that along this path his actions have gradually unpicked the veil between real space and the warp during the course of his long years on the threshold of the eye abdon discovered a strange truth about the barrier between the warp and the immaterium dotted across the Galaxy were ancient structures of Blackstone Stark and monolithic on the outside but extremely complex within there were many of these upon the Fortress world of Cadia known as pylons to the aliens militarized populace they were so old that none gave them more than a passing thought it was abon's belief that these structures were the very things that maintain the stability of the Cadian gate keeping the energies of the wall from spilling through the eye of Terror and cascading into real space for thousands of years the despoiler sent his agents across the Galaxy to locate these monoliths of Blackstone he spent many years calling in Old alliances striking demonic Bargains and invoking ancient pacts with the tror legions and their corrupt primar thread by tenuous thread the despoiler put together a plan to isolate and Destroy these structures using false objectives or even entire black Crusades to conceal his true motives over the course of several World scouring invasions abdon shattered or toppled these structures wherever he found them sometimes in person at other times using his agents his apocalyptic ship the Planet Killer or the immense Blackstone fortresses he co-opted during the gothic War the last and greatest of these destructive campaigns was leveled at Cadia itself abon's 13th Black Crusade brought about so Much Death and destruction that these demonic allies were able to breach real space through the cadan system sustained by the unbridled mayem that raged around them the demolition of the strange black Monas scattered across Kia's surface was finally achieved the Capstone of a grand design that tied together the cataclysmic events on pandorax Fenris the planet of the sorcerers and a dozen worlds besides suddenly the manifold armies of chaos were free to pour into real space like blood from a deep wound as the Galaxy was split along its length with warp storms raging in 100 locations and more those traitor Legions and Renegade chapters who had sworn allegiance to the warm formed the Vanguard of the invasion they formed a broad-headed spear that had plunged deep into the heart of the Caden system and emerged from the other side abdon cared little how many casualties were amassed as his great agenda came to fruition his only concern was to saturate Imperial territory with blood summoning more demonic armies to his cause this is a strategy abidon intended to see replicated on world after world as he extended the trial of Destruction known as the crimson path each planetary Invasion brought him closer to Terror with the nightmare armies of the demon Lords following in his wake yet abon's own ambition extends far beyond assaulting the soul system and the destruction of The Golden Throne the Crimson path is but one element of his Vengeance while the dark gods and their followers see Terror as the Ultimate Prize the final Battleground in a war between reality and reality abidon is only too aware that such an eventuality bodess ill for a mortal being even one as powerful as he he has no intention of relying upon gods in order to achieve the victories he desires the spoiler is however more than content for the forces of chaos to drive on towards the soul system the high Lords of teror live in fear of real space collapsing entirely and ascending every military force they can must to Halt abon's Rampage in doing so they draw ships and soldiers away from other regions in the Galaxy weakening other targets and priming them for abon's invasions as the drama plays out to its desperate conclusion One Thing Remains certain unending War the era of Vengeance the Advent of the Great Rift has provided an opportunity for the forces of chaos to operate within reality in numbers not seen since the Horus heresy while the Imperium Sanctus has not been spared from their predations it is in the Imperium nihilus that the forces of chaos are strongest this is a realm shrouded in darkness and Riven by warp storms deprived of the light of the astronomicon the psychic Beacon that guides The imperian astropath Navigators through the void the system of the Imperium nilus find themselves vulnerable to the attacks of vengeful heretic aares ravening demon hordes and Renegade War bands The Defenders of those worlds within the Imperium nilis are for the most part scattered separated from one another by vast Gulfs of space these isolated systems severed from the Imperium at large have proven fertile breeding grounds for chaos Cults and Prime targets for Invasion the word bear and their dark Apostles so Blasphemous worship throughout underhives and manufacturs conducting blood drenched rituals as they bring the malefic word of the dark gods to the Mal contented and downtrodden predatory night Lord War bands descend upon terrified populaces slaughtering Millions the iron Warriors seek to besiege and lay low the mightiest fortresses breaking open the walls of colossal bastions before establishing their own labyrinthine strongholds at top the crumbling foundations in the face of such aggression Imperial Defenders struggle to stem the tide of Chaos in the Bal system Commander Dante musters what strength he can to defend the Imperium nihilus dispatching the sons of sanguinius to lend Aid to those he can the newly returned Primark of the Dark Angels lion l Johnson leads the battle depleted chapter in bold campaigns to liberate was night glances astrom militarum relief forces and overstretched elements of multiple Space Marine chapters do what they can to fight the darkness yet all these efforts are but vain gestures near drops in a boiling ocean of violence and misery the Imperium Sanctus may still benefit from the emperor's light but it has not managed to escape the attentions of Chaos in The nakon Gauntlet that region of space that connects the Imperium nius and Sancus harken World claimer The Herald of abdon drives the black Legion ever forward planting his Hell spear in the surfaces of Imperial worlds and proclaiming their Doom in the Ultima segmentum and Beyond the alpha Legion undertake Insidious plots under the noses of Imperial War Masters assassinating key officials and inciting rebellions that consume entire systems in the region surrounding the warp Rift known as the Maelstrom the red corsers continued to Prey Upon shipping both Imperial and xenar Imperial armies have responded as best they can to these everpresent threats upon the orders of rute Gilman The endomet Crusade Fleet struck out from Terror to releve worlds lost or besieged in the wake of the Great Rift yet even these colossal battle fleets cannnot hope to extinguish every blazing Inferno conflicts rage across scores of systems and in each one can be found the hand of the despoiler under abon's domineering leadership the black Legion presses onwards across dozens of fronts the arcs of omen and their attendant Bale Fleet in the hands of demon princes chaos Lords and Sorcerers steeped in the dark magics of the warp ride upon the tides of the imum these baleful vessels emerged from the void to inflict Devastation upon the systems unfortunate enough to lie in their path while the armies of chaos are ascendant avidon knows that his Crusade must continue its unrelenting momentum for only through continued Conquest may he maintain the fragile alliances required in order to bring the Imperium to its knees [Music] the traitor tarot vaser came to the underworld with bone in one hand and a weapon in the other the former was an offering a token of necessary sacrifice the latter was a guard against treachery a be blade Generations old a thing of mutated steel that drank life with a parasites thirst the Army he wore was brass edged red of Holiness or heresy depending just where one stood on the matter of either precept his helmet once crested with a Sigil of a gladiator's brutality was now crowned with the sign of the war guard tick tick tick when the pain engine in the back of his skull threatening Agony unless it was appeased with blood and adrenaline it sent shivers through him spasms devoid of pleasure that made acidic saliva run stingy over his lips leaking through the great of his grinding teeth around him the walls of the cave shifted with tectonics that obeyed thoughts and fears instead of physics the faces that formed from the ancient Rock sneered and mocked him for his many sins and treacheries across the centuries he ignored them they told him nothing he didn't already know the prophetes before him was a wasted emaciated thing she had been human once now she could only lay the barest claim to her Genesis species the creature that squatted in the Cave's core possessed altogether too many limbs too many mouths and too many eyes and saw past her prison of enclosing Stone she perhaps it was a better term clung wretchedly to the rags that wrapped her as though they were vestments of a Divine calling when vasar dropped the offerings of bone before her she turned to him with an animal lurch seven Trembling Hands each as skinny as a child caressed the skull that lay before her blind eyes milked over by Revelation turned uniring to the warrior standing nearby greetings the prophetess murmured through three of her mouths visar of the gore sworn he grunted in reply I bought you what you wanted some of fa mouth smiled though not all of them you are lying but you nevertheless hope the sacrifice is good enough to please me he gave a reluctant acknowledgment and is it she stroked the skull with tiny overlong fingers it is not about pleasing me it is about pleasing those that watch over us and to the quality of your offering I did as you asked I killed my most beloved brother yes and no she hushed him pressing several fingers to several of her mouths you killed the brother you loved most but I B you bring me the skull of the brother you most feared to lose but let us not argue the semantics of the inhuman heart Visa what's done is done it may still be enough from within the tattered remnants of her clothing she drew a collection of crystal Hearts they darkened to the color of blood the moment she sat them upon the ground before her ask what you came to ask she bed him I will answer tell me my future vasar felt his pulse Quicken as both Hearts started beating harder this made some of her mouth smile though again not all of them there are so many futures for you and your kind Vasa a plethora of Pathways With Every Beat of your heart Paving a million more I may speak only to those I can see tell me vessar repeated tell me what is to come the prophetes touched filthy fingers to the cards Awakening them one by one time passes the long War rages the bonds of Legion loyalty Decay become becoming precious to some and a burden to others you are an Eater of Worlds but no longer only an Eater of Worlds you are one of the gors sworn you fight for your warband more than for your legion you wage war for practicalities for realities not for ideologies you fight for the territory you hold and the territory you wish to conquer you fight those of your legion as often as you fight those of other Bloodlines this is the way of things within the Empire of the eye you meet those that still heed your primarch's every wrathful word you meet with those whose ties to angron and a relic of an embarrassing past sometimes you fight with one side over the other sometimes you cannot see which side is with sometimes you let them butcher one another without wasting a shred of conscience or care angron is your father your demigod and you love him angron is a failure a selfish th to higher powers and you despise him in 600 years you are killed by the lord of the hounds Jaws warband you are cut down in battle before his men each of them laughing at your defeat your corpse is impaled upon the gates of their Fortress as warning to others who would dare defy them or you are not killed six centuries from now you swear Eternal Brotherhood with the hounds Jaws the packs hold despite incremental treacheries on both sides you are loyal to one another you fight side by side and where you had died on another path now you raise your blade in Triumph you answer every call upon leion honor as a loyal son of your Primark you raise the banners of the 12th Legion you are respected for this by some you are mocked for it by others you overcome the conflicts of blood ritual and cannibal Faith between World eater War bands in the name of the oldest bonds you rise through the shattered ranks of your ancient Legion or you die for it for your refusal to evolve and move past these archaic family ties or you turn your back on these Legion Masters for you are Gatherings of naked delusion beneath banners that no longer matter you are feared for your strength in overcoming these eroded useless bonds you also despised for turning your back on them because of your principles you are considered prey by many War bands yet allies you would never have met instead come forth offering newer realer bonds that will bring you greater victories along some of the paths these alliances will one day see you dead and forgotten along others these packs will one day bring you a state of exultation half a century from now your crippled Fleet drifts into another warb band's territory a clust of Worlds claimed by the pad Raptors of the third Legion you need socer you need ammunition repairs resupply they destroy you and take your vessels or they Grant you the aid you require at a most punishing price forcing you to serve them for the span of three human lifetimes or they aid you without hesitation recognizing your shared strength you meet with their Lords and swear Unity to one another the gore sworn and the pad Raptors become the claws of bronze this new stronger War band lasts until the very end of days serving its own needs over the desires of its opposing gods or it last a handful of years torn apart by competing faiths and old grudges given to new Mutiny the blood of the sons of Horus is on your hands you butchered them in the legion Wars for the sin of their failure a terror you and those like you bled them to Extinction but they are no more now there is the legion that eclipses all others the black Legion the new Lords of Hell's Empire they come for you they blacken the skies above your new home world you refuse their demands of resources of territory of Pride you fight them you are killed your bones are ground to powder used in the alchemical games of abdon sorcerers or you beat them once how proud you are how you glory in your strength and the next time they come they pull apart your planet with a chorus of Sky fire every one of your warriors faces a dozen clad in rebellious black or you join them you swear the oath of black and gold you are a world eater no more becoming an apostate to your father's failures you see how the primarchs are slaves to the powers that deceived them you cast your lot in with the future ripping away the shames of the past abdon will not fail as Horus failed Armen in the war Masters black the gors sworn of countless other warbands to call upon in battle you rise through the hierarchy to stand at the war Master's side in 3,000 years you oversee the siege of heru Salam a prince world of the dark mechanicum when it falls to your will your legion honors your many triumphs you become one of the asarian the favored the chosen of abdon or you are executed with your defeat at harus Alam you failed the war Master for the final time his flesh Miss Flay you sustaining your life through sorcery and surgery ensuring you feel every moment as you are rendered down to a skeleton wired together only with nerves and pain receptors only then are you allowed to die or even then you are not permitted to expire you are ritually delimed and chained into a prison the size of a sarcophagus fed only hate and rage for the rest of Eternity your coffin is fused to the front of a war engine and weapons are gifted to you as arms you march with the legion you failed atoning in your Eternal death for the crimes of your life or you die centuries before any of these Ends meded by your Lieutenant Zelo who even now Whispers to the rest of your warriors that you are weak that the alliances you make are poor compromises that the destiny you promise is a childish lie he leads half of the gor sworn in a rebellion against you you lose falling in humiliation you are devoured by his demonic pets he takes your skull as an offering to the war god the god of blood and leads his Renegades to a fate I cannot see or you win you take his head satifying it to the blood God or you have your slaves expel their waste upon Z's body and deem his skull too Petty to be worth taking there are other uprisings as the years become centuries and the centuries bleed into Millennia Brothers you trust with what remains of your soul become mortal enemies they worship other gods or the same God in ways you cannot tolerate through means you cannot yet conceive Brothers you despise will become changed to you through bonds of loyalty you cannot yet imagine the gors sworn put down their banners one day ascending to an either greater State you lead your men into the ranks of the bearers of the word becoming one with warband known as the sanctified you become a lord of lorgar's Legion your blood drenched worship of the war God is a tale of terrible Legend throughout the Imperium or the gors sworn hunt the saifi down slaughtering them for daring to send their raving preachers into your territory aboard your fleets you earn the Eternal emnity of the word bearers for your refusal to see the same truth as them you earn the favor and gratitude of the word bearers from war within their ranks that detest the postate cult calling itself the Sanctified 200 years from this night you lead the gors sworn on a raid into reality the Imperium is waiting for you not with a bristling battle Fleet but with a Mercantile Armada ripe with potential slaves the raids Capstone its true pies is Jean seed you Ally with the bleeding eyes warbound to waste to the home world of the silver eagles chapter the night Lords betray you they leave you to die escaping with the gene seed reserves themselves or you betray them escaping with what you desire earning countless enemies amongst the a legion for your cowardice and just as many admirers for your cunning with genan seed reserves you can grow your ranks but such currency is valuable you choose to trade it exchanging the stolen Life for forbidden Treasures of demonic flesh and mechanicum iron fused into weapons of horror you spend centuries eradicating your closest rival warbands becoming feared and despised or you become a Target stronger War bands carve into your domain prying what they came for from your lifeless fingers you live long enough to call upon your allies other War bands that owe you life or service from wars fought together in the past they answer and you push back the Invaders they answer but they see your weakness allying with your foes and spitting on your old Oaths they never answered at all because they were destroyed long ago in battles whose word never reached you in this realm in which you hide where lies become reality and reality is aive die 10 days from now you are killed in an orbital bombardment you die in the rubble your body crushed your genan seed unsalvageable your last breath are spent as curses you will never know if those curses come true a thousand years from now stop said vasar enough the prophetess smiled this time with all her mouths even the ones hidden beneath her Hood but you've heard almost nothing yet I've spoken so few of the possibilities before you you mock me the Warrior's hand tightened on the hilt of his sword you toy with me spinning these lies the prophetess regarded him with most of her eyes some were human others held the glass gaze of the Dead still others seemed bestial openly animal every word I have said it is true every one of these paths May yet come to pass tell me what fate is likeliest tell me what will happen not what might happen I would have to guess she said the word like it tasted of poison I do not like guessing his eyes narrowing the nails in his skull tick tick ticking try the prophetess threw her spindly arms back into her Rags she didn't need her cards for this on so many paths this is your truth vesa a Tim let span from now the gifts you seek to earn on the path to Glory become too much for your mind and soul you chase immortality and you fail you devolve you degenerate you are sporn you are fed nutrients SL hge and cast off Bones from various battlefields kept as a pet by your former Brothers every moment is pain and shame yet the part of you that can still reason the humanity within the inhuman form still aches to please the blood God you pray with no voice for forgiveness that will never come this is how your journey ends on an overwhelming number of possible paths nothing is certain but this is as close to certain as any prophecy can be she saw the signs of his Rising anger the prophetess pulled back her Hood revealing several faces that hadn't been human in over a thousand years she fixed him with a dozen mismatched eyes the path of Glory has only two eventual ends Ascension or degeneration demonic princehood or spawn them if you wish to fight this fate heed well my words the arcs of omen it is a time of great portent an age in which the might of chaos waxes as never before and the Galaxy is ripe for Conquest with abon's 13th Black Crusade cutting a bloody sways across the Stars VOR saw fit to once again Manifest this time before the despoiler himself in abdon he saw a worthy Ally with whom he could complete a work so ambitious in its scope that no other had come close to defining its possibility though the war master was suspicious at first an attitude forged through hard-earned experience a millennial dealing with demonic entities the two soon came to an understanding vasor offered the despoiler a bargain the arane wished to gain a wealth of scattered artifacts that he referred to only as key fragments as well as three metaphysical devices these items could be melded together to reassemble a webway tunneling engine first created by the old ones by piecing these components together rashar claimed he would be able to unlock a dimensional Vault within which lay a weapon of such power that would surely bring about abon's ultimate victory in real space vasor would in turn achieve such Triumph and worship amongst the Galaxy's mortal denisons that he would achieve the apotheosis he sought and become the fifth great chaos god of the warp together vasor and abdon gathered from the depths of the warp dozens of space hulks immense vessels formed from wrecked void ships fused together by the power of that realm Magi of the dark mechanicum employing the fidden teachings of vasor slaved to work Twisted alterations upon each of these hulks transforming them into distorted and anarchic bths known as the arcs of omen the arcs would be commanded by Renegade Warlords and champions of the dark Gods who had knelt before abdon and sworn to complete the task he set them each Ark of omen would be accompanied upon its journey by formidable flotilla of renegade warships these were The baale Fleets the Bale Fleet spread out across the Galaxy blotting out the stars above countless worlds striking not only Imperial bastions but necron tomb worlds eldari Maiden Worlds the homes of the kin and hundreds of other targets besides each Ark was tasked by vasor with locating and seizing desperate artifacts and fragmentary relics each of these seemingly insignificant items was ancient indeed steeped in ritual significant together these fragments would combine to form vor's key Gathering them would be no simple task however some Bale fleets Fred lost on the tides of the warp consumed by the hungry tendrils of tyranid high fleets obliterated in devastating void battles away laid by internes sign conflicts yet the Bale fleets that survived ground slowly and inexorably onward crushing worlds and obliterating the enemy Fleet that blocked their path piece by piece their commanders gathered the key fragments fashor acquired wormwood with Myriad key fragments delivered into his grasp by the arcs of omen fashor key or dissonance engine had been given form the key fragments had now trans fired had been scattered throughout time and space in the aftermath of the calamitous destruction of caliban Home world of the Dark Angels vast had combined these artifacts with remnants of shattered planetoids colossal demonic engines and his own infernal sorcery to create a horrific demonic engine whose form mocked that of calaban within the Warped saturated depths of this Demon World the webway suering mechanisms of the diset engine turned vasor required only the final piece of his metaphysical machine to complete his work he set about luring the Dark Angels into an assault on his stronghold in the idolatrous system there The Unforgiven chapters arrived in force engaging vasor his demonic THS and the black Legion in a furious battle the ensuing conflict Drew in the demon Primark angron and His World eaters as well as the returned lion l joh Johnson who was accompanied to battle by Commander Dante and a Detachment of blood angels though the fighting was fierce and losses on all sides were heavy vast succeeded in retrieving that which he sought with the final engine secured the arane set it alongside the others and wormwood his desant engine stirred to life its Awakening shook the Demon World to its core creeping tendrils of warp flame and crackling Emerald light burst forth emanating from the trio of metaphysical engines fused together at wormwood's heart the souls trapped beneath the Demon World surface cried out in agony as they were consumed by rampant empiric energies the decimated loyalists the lion amongst them were left with no choice but to retreat vash's Victory had not come without cast their combined forces had suffered terrible losses including an arc of omen and thousands of mortal Warriors this was a price gladly paid for vtor had assembled the key since that day the true nature and power of wormwood has become abundantly apparent this Twisted device is capable of rending the very fabric of reality and tunneling into the spaces between the materium and the warp wormwood is a twisted perversion of the great tunneling machines utilized by the old ones to create the webway suffused as it is with the malefic energies of the warp its passage is heralded well before its emergence into real space celestial bodies drift into impossible alignments machine Spirits display aberant behavior and orpic devices returned wild energy spikes and impossible readings the citizens of Worlds caught in its path find themselves subject to terrible nightmares clawed Talons reaching down from the heavens of souls re in sulfurous Flames screaming in agony as their very Essences are burned from existence those fortunate enough to gaze to the heavens at the time of worm's emergence are confronted with a sight of horrifying magnificence the fabric of space tears ghostly tendrils of energy dance forth like solar flares plumes of vapor thousands of miles long illuminate the firmament the demon world's hideous form stretches and twist as it takes shape amidst a swirling Whirlpool of utter Blackness few have witnessed wormwood's translation into or out of reality retain even a shred of their sanity vash's search it is vash's understanding that wormwood is the key to some as yet undiscovered metaphysical lock he believes that when key meets lock a vault shall be opened within this Vault rash door believes the key to his Ascension resign thus he bends all of his efforts towards finding the lock wormwood now sigh its way through the Galaxy following a search pattern unfathomable to all save for vtor himself often he is accompanied by his black Legion allies the heretic aares riding the wake of worm's passage and striking regions of the Imperium previously beyond their grasp those agents of The Emperor's will who know of wormwood are hamstrung by the colossal breth of the Imperium with a Reliance upon astropath communication and the existence of the Great Rift they cannot hope to react swiftly enough to intercept the dissonance engines Interstellar passage Unbound by the poultry laws of time and space worwood has appeared in multiple sectors Crossing Gulfs that would take Imperial ships monstr derse in mere hours it has Unleashed vor's demonic allies and heretic aarti's followers upon systems pre iously thought far beyond the reach of such Ault by the time astropath cries for help are received and the lumbering mechanisms of local Imperial forces can respond vtor and his Demon World are long departed leaving behind ruined Worlds the warp scars of wormwood's Passage the only clear sign of their presence even the azui and the gifted Sears enraged at wormwood's Corruption of webway technology and wary of its potential to shatter the Integrity of those extradimensional passageways have thus far proven unable to decipher a true pattern of wormwood's movements only craft world alanar it's asani well versed in the nature of the warp and the scars it leaves upon reality have been able to make any Headway tracking the demon world's passage thus far however their attempts to bring Vash to battle have been met only with abject failure whisperings from the Nephilim sector speak of a colossal astral anomaly bursting into being within the Paran Nexus whilst panicked reports of interstellar singularities echo through the void from the vicinity of the ghoul stars and Beyond if these reports describe wormwood it is clear that no corner of the Galaxy is safe from vash's wrath conflicts with the Galaxy's various factions are little more than minor inconveniences to vasor for as an empiric being he does not share the limited linear perspective of Mortals though the machinations of Others May delay his search for the vault time is of no consequence to him he will have his prize regardless of the vast distances he must travel or the blood he must spill in order to obtain that which he seeks within the heart of of wormwood based in the roiling energies of the warp Vash door felt the familiar yet uncomfortable tug upon his being reality beckoned once more the thonic scrap coded chance of mortal supplicant draing his Essence through its Veil wormwood's passage had slowed he had arrived at his destination he allowed his Consciousness to be drawn out of the comforting Embrace of the warp the aripan Essence emerged from the IM materium in a melstrom of empiric energy as he began to take form his senses sharpened revealing his surroundings his still coalescing body hung suspended in a Vortex of swirling energies above a charal pit of ruined corpses and Twisted Metal cables Jagged scrap and viscera ripped free from the gathered offerings and were drawn up into the Vortex melding together to create his demonic form through fleshly wared LOM and eyes he took in his surroundings and stepped forward from the swirling miasma of empiric energy dropping onto a mass of ruined corpses he stood at the center of an ancient half-destroyed city its Stone buildings eroded by the passage of the Millennia before him looming out of the ruins its Stone edifice etched with the jagged ruins of demonic scripture was a temple he had sought the arane could feel the warp energies radiated in from the structure battle raged all around him tow Flyers dueled with flame breathing hres beneath darkening Skies black legionaries pressed towards the temple structure overrunning tow infantry and cutting them to shreds the vast shadow of wormwood blotted out the light of the system star cloaking the city in darkness he glanced up to the heavens observing the ominous sphere of wormwood as it sled across the astral void to complete its eclipse the Halo light of the Stars Corona filtered through the corrupted atmosphere of the Demonic World glowed with the sickly yellow of a malfunctioning Lumen Vash the arane strolled out of the summoning Circle iron shod Hooves mashing butchered towel bodies into the dirt he cocked his horned head rising mechad dands extruding from his demonic flesh the snake in cables whipped around his form like lashing tongues tasting the air even here on the world's surface he could sense that which he sought it a malifu hum that called to him the orgers had proven correct At His Feet knelt the three sourcerers who had coaxed him from the dissonance engine's core his gaze cast its bathful light over their armored forms and came to rest upon their leader the figure met his infernal gaze black eyes peering out from beneath a trio of horns and a bloated throbbing Cranium its mouth was a mass of Tangled mechat andril and spherical Vox casters oh Master of the Soul Forge the tow are an unexpected complication we have yet to breach the temple the sorcerer hissed and crackled futile is their resistance wormwood aligns the occulation seals their Doom VOR replied rally your warriors valkar empower the demon engines destroy The Interlopers as the dread sphere of wormwood settled into position above the planet the ground began to shake beneath vor's feet wide cracks opened across the glassy Plains pitching Tower Warriors and black legionaries into cavernous crevices the buildings Shield networks and gun platforms erected by the tower were toppled as tectonic disturbances rippled out across the world's crust monolithic structures heaved up from the planet's depths by wormwood's unnatural graphitic forces as the Earth split Fountains of magma spilled from the ruptured crust reigning lethal molten rock down upon the combatants the sheer number of black Legion bodies scattered across the battlefield evidenced the tower Warrior stiff resistance now however they fell back in disorder their lines Shattered by the unexpected geological catastrophe cultist devotes their bodies Rife with mechanical mutation cables trailing from their ped flesh charged forward the mutated humans swept past vra's towering form valkar booming orders urging them forward the master of the Soul Forge walks Among Us show him your dedication the cultist screeched static battlecries as they fell upon cowering alien soldiers bludgeoning and slashing with their accursed weap weapons still the fleeing tow continued to fire their pulse rifles lighting up the battlefield and the whip crack of rail rifles competing with the Roar of black Legion Bol guns through the violence the arifan stroe bullets and shells turned aside by his Unholy might rash door could feel the call of The Relic its warp drenched Aura Rippling through the crust of the planet pleading for release he returned his gaze upon the stone facade of the Temple scores of tow soldiers blocked his path the irritating infestation of Mortals would have to be cleared avidon welps had their uses a slathering hell forged monstrosity scared past the arane sulfurous smoke trailing from exhaust vents clawed feet scratching gouges as it leapt forwards the arane extended a clawed hand nematode tendrils manifested at his bidding boring their way into the demon engine's body body infernal musculature rippled and bulged metal Pates tensing and hardening the demon engine roared its cry laced with Fury empowered by vor's blessings the Monstrous construct bounded towards the tow lines spectral more slaving it leapt across a wide crevice and barreled into a tow battles suit pinate victim to the ground whilst rise a Talon's peeled back armored plate to reach the pilot beneath black legionaries roared dedications to the spoiler and the dark guards as he spilled the blood of alien foes dark Magi let out screams of discordant scrap code prayers to the arane valar's retinue uttered disant incantations directing warp flame of mutating engines ripping apart towel machinery and empowering snarling claw armed packs of possessed Warriors vasor continued to strain against the restrictive bonds of his physical form how he despised the limitations forced upon him by the material realm stalking forwards behind his heretic aarti's Vanguard he extended a clawed hand towards a squad of tow soldiers crouching behind a low force field the alien's protective barrier shimmered and began to Glow brightly as its energies were redirected against those it had been designed to protect the toar screamed in pain as intense heat melted armor and seared flesh black legionaries fell upon the wounded soldiers with wearing chain axes and the stocks of their bolt guns it seemed that the TOA had no intention of relinquishing their claim upon the stricken World more if their Sleek vessels descended from the heavens reinforcements dispatched from orbiting fleets hovering barricades and transports plunged through the atmosphere Battle Suits arked across the skies soaring through the darkness to bring arm-mounted weapons to Bear wave after wave wave of Warhead slammed into the battlefield eradicating ctist and legionaries alike the arane Pressed forward Hammer striking again and again crushing tow soldiers to bloody pulp beneath its hellforged head tow vehicles sword overhead raking fire shredding Vash War's mortal followers and impacting upon his form he reached out again focusing his will upon the internal mechanisms of a tower skimmer and with a casual gesture tore it apart from within Sparks flew metallic components bursting forth Flames licking from the vehicle's blasted Hull it spiled to the ground and slammed into a trio of battles suits engulfing them in Flames through the conflag duration Vash trod the cracked entrance to the Ancient Temple yawned wide before him a tow battle suit arked down its Optical sensors flickering red the alien pilot uttering a mechanical projected Battle Cry it raised an arm and a slung rotary weapon spinning to life and fired upon Him vasor looked down to see demonic flesh Scorch and peel under the assault revealing a layer of grinding cogs beneath the impact caused him to stagger ever so slightly his physical form flickering then he was moving iron Wings spread wide a roiling storm of Unholy energies propelling him through the air to sweep down upon his victim so proud of your Ingenuity you are so Reliant upon the mechanical RoR projected his voice infiltrating his opponent's communication device he swept his hammer into the battle suit's right leg knocking it to the floor the arane placed a shod hoof upon the suit's best and stuck again opening a crack in the armor from pucker orifices in his flesh metal form nematode tendrils darted forth like striking vipers plunging into the rents in their fallen machines armor he could feel fear Rippling from the battles su's pilot as it attempted to write itself desperately struggling with haptic controls barked commands bringing weapon systems to Bear all to no avail Vash door predicted a fragment of his adomite will through the battle suit's delicate wiring targeting cogitators and neural interfaces scrap code overrides spreading throughout subsystems on power grids like an Unstoppable virus wrestling control neod manifestations of vash's will wormed their way into the suit systems and began pulling it apart from within armor seals cracked and peeled targeting systems flickered and died life support drained away Vash could feel the faint Panic of the pilot its weak insubstantial presence within the war betraying its fear the last blinking lights from the battle suit's form winked out Sparks crackling from the its ruined armor vasor stepped over the wreckage of the tow battle suit and stroe purposefully towards the ruin en crusted edifice of the Ancient Temple the machinations of Mortals were an impediment but nothing more he was a being of Limitless patience he would find a lock and reality would tremble before him end quote now those who are initiated into the setting may have noticed a few fundamental changes again something I am toying with doing a breakdown on for my patrons in any case this is a new law I have been baldemort your faithful servant if you enjoyed this video then please do consider liking and subscribing and thank you for your precious time now no matter what you do today do try to make some time for fun too

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