Last War on Kislev Part 10: Wrath of the Sorceror God

(General POV)

Location Warhammer Old World-Kislev, North Oblast: Edge of the Corrupted Tzeentchian Lands of the Dark Legion, Battlefield; Dark Legion vs. Kislev & Dwarves

As the explosion settled, and only revealed on figure, a four-armed figure with soo much damage sustain on his form, as arcane energies were leaking out the avatar of the Warp Gods, meanwhile the Architect of Fate, Tzeentch was done...that explosive that Malakai managed to hit him...him!?

The God of Trickery himself, as the avatar bared some considerable damage from Malakai's last gamble against him, the Charger glaring through Ixion's eyes, and worse was when the Dark One mentioned, "While is good your still okay, brother. Using your psyker powers at the last minute to mitigate the damage was impressive. But I'm sorry to say...Malakia's soul, slipped away from your grasp." after he heard about this, the Changer's ruinous arcane power burst out the avatar, in a indigo, electric blue, and cyan color in a huge mutating aura.

The grounds around Ixion started to mutating, and transforming allover the terrain, greenish-blue eyeballs, eldritch tentacles, and maws started sprouting around the area.

The Warp Gods didn't rein back Tzeentch anger, as they completely understood the reason of this fury, not only was the God of Tricks and the Unexpected was caught completely off-guard, but he couldn't release his pent-up anger on the soul of the one responsible for his humiliation, as this was a loophole that no Chaos God likes.

Should a servent of Chaos fight against any one and kill said opponent that soul would be claimed by Chaos aligned to it, but if that servent doesn't strike down their enemy, and instead the victim kills themselves, then the God that has original ownership takes that soul...like what happened right now, with Malakai.

Tzeentch made Ixion recall all his weapons, as he made the avatar walk towards the main battle, still raging even after all the explosion done to them by the damned dwarves.

Back in the main battle, the Darkwings following Dullahan, were currently engaged against the slayers.

Several daemonslayers were clashing their axes against the [Soul Shield] of the headless daemonic knight, but even with their runic weapons they were no match for the amount of power that these weapons wield, and soon their souls shall join the collectives.

With one powerful push, Dullahan, he knocked away all the dwarvish slayers that tried to whaile on him, with a powerful, wide horizontal slash, he cut down a couple of daemonslayers, then a angled spinning attack, killing a couple more dwarves, and a low horizontal slash eliminating the rest.

Nine slayers killed, nine souls added to blade of the Carnage Knight of Slaughter, Ammon was overjoyed watching it host butcher his way through the dwarves, with direbats and the highly mutated, and bat-like followers of the Darkwing warband, the Nightbourne Beasts, the two bat like creatures swoop down and tear apart all the dwarves that they caught.

As Dullahan silently walked his way into the next number of victims, this time the dwarves were charging him with the Kislevites, seems that still a number of the Motherland's defenders still live and are able to fight on.

Rising slightly his shield, and his blade stretched out by his other arm, Dullahan, charged right in with the human and dwarvish warriors counter-charging him, and seeing the Champion of the Bat God, the Darkwings immediately charged right beside Dullahan.

Another area that was highly affected by the bombing of the dwarves, was the area that the Slaves of Darkness were most gathered, while they suffered some considerable losses, so did the enemy.

Many burn, and torn allover the desolate grounds, many norscan, chaos knights, and aspiring champions, were still mostly alive while their enemies suffered, quite possibly more losses than them, then they heard some flapping sound, diving and landing between the Slaves of Darkness, was the Exalted Daemon Prince, Yuri Godslayer.

Having come to take command of them and attack the remnants of their enemies, another Dark Champion, Harald Hammerstorm, was in the middle of combat, facing off against some dwarf warriors, all easy opponents for the Bane of the Undead, as he smashed and crushed by his hammer, as soon he was joined by Chaos warriors and daemons that have also survived the bombs.

Kholek Suneater and his dragon ogres were basically not affected by the dwarves last gambit against them, him being a ascended and only non-human to achieve daemonhood has drastically enhanced the shaggoths insane durability.

He and his kin were still devastating the battlefield, alongside the trolls and monsters under Throgg's command, as both monsterous Chaos forces kept on fighting, practically unaffected by their enemies last attack.

The Blades and Daemons of Khorne, welcome the slaughter and carnage wrought by the dwarves, the bloodshed excited and empowering them into greater freys of berserker fury.

Skarlet even faced off with a skilled dragonslayer, baring many proud scars and a eye-patch on his left, they fought but Skarlet's usual magic and martial arts overwhelmed the dwarf, kicking him with a backflip, then delivering several lashes with her blood-whip, with the final lash hitting the slayer right in the bridge of his nose, breaking it and making things harder for the dragonslayer, but to the Blood Witch's surprise her opponent only smiled, she never faced a race like this before in the realms, as she reverted her whip into it dagger form.

They struck at each other again, he swung low with his axe, which she leap over and kicked him in the face, making the slayer stumble, as she started landing various combos of hand, and elbow strikes along with slashes and stabs from her blade.

Enjoying herself, she stabbed her dagger into the unprotected chest of the dwarf, then as she pulled out her blade using the spilled blood to transform her dagger into a scythe, she'd spun the blood-scythe and finished her opponent with a deep stab from the back, with the blood made blade of her scythe, coming out the chest of the dragonslayer.

As his strength left his body, he smiled cause at last he found a good death, and perished with joy, much to the confusion of Skarlet.

Pulling out her blade, and manipulating the dwarf blood to be absorbed into herself, she'll admit that dwarven blood wasn't sweet, but robust and lacked magical tang that she's come to expect from denizens of this world, but still it was enjoyable and worth feasting upon.

Gathering her forces they went straight at the dwarven lines, as their blood and skulls shall greatly appease (Warp) Khorne.

As the bloody followers of the Bloodstained King, charge straight into battle again, meanwhile the plague-ridden, devoted children of the Plague God, both mortal and daemonic were also one of the few forces of the Dark Legion that weren't badly affected by the bombs, as they slowly rot through their enemy lines.

Yuma, was overjoyed that it was dwarves being blessed by the Grandfather's gifts, they have always been one of the most resilient race on the Old World, even mighty Ku'gath had issue infecting the dwarves with virulent release, aside from that parts of dwarves are highly sought after by the servents of Plague, using them to unlock the secrets to blight the dawi.

Plus with soo much bodies scattered everywhere in these desolated grounds, she was happily harvesting parts for a grand celebratory feast/offering for the Grandfather.

As some Kislevites ice guards spotted, Yuma chopping apart and spoiling the dismembered pieces of the bodies, using her cherish [Spoiling Blade], believing they can sneak up, and eliminate the infamous Priestess of Putrefaction, not knowing that she already knows that their coming for her.

Her sweet Gul'galg, already spotted them and told her of their presence, when the two female ice guards, wielding a pair of ice blades struck, they were caught by one of Gul'galg's tentacles holding them up by the throats, gagging and choking, as Yuma continue to prepare the ingredients for the future feast, humming, happily away.

Once done the two Kislevites were barely conscious, as she said in a sweet sounding voice, "Ahhhh. Sorry for the wait. I'll prepare, you both for the upcoming celebrations!!!" Yuma stretched out her right arm, that held her huge rusted cleaver, the [Spoiling Blade] and in a powerful swing, she beheaded them both.

Their headless bodies dropping to the ground, with blood spilling out which quickly turn from vibrant red to sickly black, along with both the heads and detached bodies rotting away in such incredible speed.

Yuma, hopped and smiled as she found more ingredients for the feast later, as a swarm of nurglings appeared almost if by some divine command, they were summoned and started to help Yuma carry all her ingredients, she was very happy, she petted as many of these nurglings she could, but there was battle still raging and she has to fight still.

So thanking the rambunctious little daemons again, she set out to rejoin her large warband of Maggotkins.

Then theirs the beastmen that by far were the worse hit by the bombs, but the warhead leaders managed to survive the Gor Beastlord, the khornate Doombull, and the Catsaber Chieftain, Tai Tai Shien.

But their fellow beastmen have been killed by the bomb blasts and the dwarves furious attacks, has caused them to lose many of their herds this specifically pissed, many of her clutter were killed, hissing in rage, she lead her clutter to tear apart all the dwarves in her sights.

All the while, the dwarves were readying themselves for a counterattack.

Many of their kin have fallen, and many have been given the honorable death that they've always aspired for, but the battle was far from done.

Just as the remaining dwarven forces united with what remains of the Ice Court of Kislev, the Dark Legion has made their move first, charging at them with all their forces, with the damaged but clearly enraged, Chosen of the Gods, Ixion Daemonhart at the head of their force, with blackening burns, cracks, and dents allover the tzeentchian armor of the Chaos Lord.

Beside him were all his commanders, Dullahan, Throgg, Tai Tai Shien, Kholek Suneater, Yuri Godslayer, Skarlet, Yuma Trollvile, and Harald Hammerstorm.

While the numbers of the Dark Legion have been depleted greatly, they were still more than enough of them to prove a dangerous adversary against.

But before the Dark Legion could rampage, their lord stopped them, walking forward ahead of the rest of this united force of Chaos, Tzeentch was furious and the main perpetrator of his anger is dead, so he'll relief his anger on these mortals.

He started by using his psychic power to send a mental attack onto all the gathered dwarves and Kislevites, causing them unbelievable mental anguish like the worse headache ever suffered, like a hammer smashing down onto their skulls over and over.

Leaving them completely defenseless to Tzeentch's wrath, he started to harness the Winds of Magic, channeling the power of three different lores of magic, first he used the Lore of Shadows, using his [Liar's Woes] spell as a darker tinted Ulgu fog was manifesting in the psychical world, surrounding the poor crowds of victims with figures of dark mauve fog, were appearing and speaking to them, spewing lie after lie to the Kislevites, and Dwarves.

This spell like before last long and meant to make lies into woes that are as close to truth, as honesty is, the most affected were the slayers as they saw visions and figures of their passed reminding them of their sin, and their failures of not dying to cleanse and exonerated all their sins that their family blames them for being responsible...and what worse its truth, hence making the [Liar's Woes] spell extra effective on them.

While the shadow magic was debilitating the fools in front of the Sorceror God, he didn't relent and started harnessing the next magic lore, the Lore of Stars/Astros, once again he was about to cast [Celestial Rain] upon his victims, he started to mold star magic at his will, forming a mauve, blue, and indigo purple ball of star magical energy in his the palm of Ixion's hands, once ready he unleashed this newer star spell again, as the star energy ball, soared straight up to the sky, and once it passed the clouds, a mauve, purple, and indigo colored flashed illuminated the clouds, then a shower of bright mauve, pink, and blue accented bolts of energy, like shooting stars falling down from the heavens, as this barrage of star magic bolts, rain down onto the battlefield, these projectiles started to turn in exact angles, all aiming randomly across the battlefield.

And just like before upon these bolts hitting the ground, a blast of star elemental energy, burst on every impact, equaling a micro missile striking on a target, magical star explosion started to engulf the still emotionally suffering Kislevites and Dwarves.

Far from done or calm, Tzeentch began to harness the next lore of magic, using the Lightning Lore, in order to cast [Thunderstrike] surging magical electricity through the heavens, conjuring a huge amount of black storm cloud, and with a downward swipe of his arm, a giant bolt of magical lightning came down, smashing down onto the enemy, sounding like a gigantic thunderbolt, and devastating the strike zone in a great explosion of electricity.

All while the bolts of star magic, kept raining down on the poor, defenseless souls in the area, this magical onslaught continued for a couple more minutes, relieving the Architect of all his anger.

Once he felt that he had enough venting, Tzeentch cut off his channeling, canceling the [Liar's Woes] & [Celestial Rain] spells, as these scum were at his mercy...

At the end of all the rampage that Tzeentch wrought, he felt calmer...as he commanded all his forces to slaughter everyone, spare none of their enemies, this made all the mortal and daemonic forces of the Dark Legion quite happy, as they charged in and began the slaughter of every that remained in the name of the Gods.

As the Changer made Ixion walked away from the main battle to handle unfinished business, Tzeentch spoke to his brothers, suggesting that they sent a suddle invitation around the Old World, drawing in warbands and creatures of Chaos to come to Kislev and replenish all the losses that they'd suffer in this battle.

Agreeing with him, they started sending calls to nearby undivided, khornate, laharlish, tzeentchian, and nurglish forces to come and serve the Dark Legion.

As they handle that issue in their forces, Tzeentch was tracking down a old opponent that was still alive, and him capturing her with utterly crush all the hope and will to stand against them, and securing Kislev for them.

He kept walking, passing bodies of countless dead from chaos worshippers, Kislevites, and dwarves, as Enzium was still tearing apart the remains of what used to be the Spirit of Grungni, it claw had the mass of the airship on fire, and with one squeeze that mass snapped in Enzium's claw.

After some more distance passed, no longer desolation or tzeentchian corruption was around the area, just snow and blood.

Then he finally saw his target...Tzarina Katarina...now conscious but still very weak from the partial draining of her soul, that he personal did to her.

She was angry, and desired to kill him but her body wasn't listening to her command, also the witches and maidens that were currently holding her, were disobeying her and are desperately trying to run away to save her.

This amuses the Changer as he started walking forward, one of the witches tried to hold him back using a ice sword, only for Tzeentch/Ixion to easily block her attack, and knock her guard off, then stab her with the [Hellbane] in the chest a quick kill.

Tossing aside the body, he kept walking toward his target, more and more maidens and witches that threw themselves at the Architect, a worthless sacrifice, since they were killed with ease.

With swings of his weapons, he slashed, stabbed, chopped, gutted, and crushed these women without much difficulty.

He saw as a Ice Witch was trying to conjure a blizzard to impede him with, Tzeentch laughed in soo much amusement that it sounded through Ixion, with his dark, divine command over magic he easily manipulated and high jacked the Ice Witch's ice magic for his own use.

Creating multiple shards of sharp ice, allover the witch and with a hand gesture all those shards went soaring at poor girl, and in moment she was impaled from all sides, a twisted pincushion of ice needles.

As she dropped to her knees, gasping her last breathe, Tzeentch/Ixion walked right passed her corpse and kept on chasing his target.

Because of the previous witches and maidens brave sacrifices, one maiden managed to escape with the tzarina, as she heard her lady Katarina grunting in discomfort, the maiden guided her tzarina to a nearby tree to rest for a moment, before they continue running away...since they still might have some hope of rising up again, if the tzarina survives this day.

Katarina felt terrible both physically and mentally...she has failed, and lost her father again, cause she was too weak to stop the Chosen of the Gods, but if she can reach the borders, she might find the means to gather a new force to stand against the Dark Legion, even thou she'd have to sacrifice Kislev to win the bigger war.

As the maiden told her that they needed to keep walking, and was about to help her stand and walk again, a large shard of ice appeared out of nowhere and impaled the maiden from the side of her head, and nailing her dead body onto the tree.

Shocked by the sight that just happened before, Katarina failed to noticed that her enemy was standing beside her, she turned her head, to see the damaged form of the Arcane Monarch, who reached down and picked her up by the throat...