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>On Thalcifer, Magos Einvahld Veridian unleashed Mohrgar Fex's Hyper-Alembic upon the Oruskh legions of Overlord Khutmecc. Necrons and Imperial forces alike were reduced to bubbling slime by the resultant non-viral outbreak and the entire planet had to be quarantined to prevent its further spread.

>- Crussade: Pariah Nexus

>Rather than endure such a hideous fate. Behzt resolved to unleash her own secret weapon of the Omnissiah. None beyond the Manipulus Prime and her inner circle would ever know the true nature of this device. however, for the moment its empyric baffles were lowered its ancient power source reacted in unexpected ways to the powers of lash'Uddra. The result was a silent orb of steadily expanding darkness, dancing with blue-white skeins of energy and churning with myriad suggestions of somehow insectile movement, that consumed Behzt and her maniples in a matter of minutes.

>The unleashed calamity did not stop there. The orb of darkness continued to grow, swallowing up first the armies warring around it, then hundreds of miles of Torantis surface. Humans and Necrons alike died fighting as the darkness swept over them, or else fled before the annihilating energies in the hopes of outrunning them. By the time the orb finally stopped growing and vanished like a popped bubble, it had erased a third of Torantis' mass along with countless billions of living organisms. In its wake it left a ravaged planet tumbling out of its orbital trajectory, the evacuated and shell-shocked remnants of once mighty armies, and a plague of nightmares and strange visions that would bedevil the remaining inhabitants of the Lomorr System long after the Szarekhan offensive ground to a close.

>Magos Oradi unleashed his secret arcana even as the two loyalist fleets engaged the tomb ships in Tonantian local space. This device-known as the Ark of Oblivion was fired like a torpedo from Oradi's flagship, the Ex Machinas, with the safety wards removed and full awakening protocols crackling through its ominous black outer shell. The Ark streaked into the heart of the Necron fleet before unleashing a devastating contramolecular shock wave. Three mighty tomb ships shuddered in the grip of the Ark's power, the living metal of their hulls - and their luckless passengers - vibrating itself to a spreading slurry as excitation fields rippled through them. The attack turned the void battle decisively in the Humans' favour.

>What perils Draxus and her team faced within the nightmare interior of the pylon were a mystery to Magos Lundkest, but the results of her efforts soon became become clear. The bedrock of Vergoyz Alphic convulsed underfoot. Esoteric energy readings spiked alarmingly planetwide. Lundkest issued evacuation orders, pulling all those forces he could out of battle and back towards orbit. His own ornate lander was powering up through the troposphere when the Magos saw the Necron pylon collapse into a star-bright singularity then detonate with enough fury to blast away the planet's atmosphere in tatters. Vergoyz Alphic was cracked all the way to its molten core by the fury of the detonation.

>Myrmidominus Ghelf wrestled with the ancient and impossibly complex systems of Shivarik's Constellation. Paranoid whispers within his augmetic cortex warned that the weapons had been sabotaged by his detractors, and convinced the dangerously deranged Magos to disable the satellites safety regulators in the hopes of forcing them into operation. Deep in the void, twenty-five weapon satellites from the Dark Age of Technology crackled with sudden overcharge. One by one their corrupted machine minds achieved choristry and their micro-thrusters propelled them into an arcane alignment thousands of miles across that had nothing to do with Ghelf's increasingly frantic commands. Energy weapons that had been ancient when the God-Emperor ascended his Throne thrummed to life and prepared to fire.

>The first volley lit the firmament with coruscating lines of inimical energy that bifurcated one tomb ship, eviscerated another two, and scythed through four Imperial warships. Cries of alarm filled the Human and alien communications networks alike as Shivarik's Constellation realigned with incredible speed then fired again. More warships from both sides died even as their crews attempted to comprehend how their shielding and defence measures had been so contemptuously bypassed. The satellites realigned and fired, realigned and fired, each volley leaving behind it incredibly complex energy-glyphs that overlapped one another against the blackness of the void. Flaming wrecks tumbled through space, venting escape craft and blazing wreckage. The one-sided battle descended into anarchy as some shipmasters sought to escape the wholesale destruction while others, gripped by zeal and xenophobia, attempted to capitalise upon it.

>Насколько быстро Империум реагирует на угрозы?

>А если так вышло, что сам Импа помазан на трон пятым Б-гом или даже является его аватарой?

>боги варпа не столько хаотические

>и то оперативно всё порешали

>Вероятная реакция богов хаоса?

>Световой меч блочится поверсвордом?

>Насколько хорошо и быстро режет керамит?

>Ваш адамантий часом не кортозис?

>Форсюзерам нашёптывают диманы?

>Звездакам поло Геллера нннада?

>Имперахи получают безопасные и быстрые полёты через гиперпространство?