Khârn grunted in pain as bolts thudded into his armor, the detonations breaking bone as he rushed a Heavy Bolter emplacement. His vision was red as the Nails dug into his mind, driving him further down the crimson path as he rammed the heavy weapon, scattering the ponies who were desperately trying to kill him.

He tore the Heavy Bolter apart, roaring triumphantly as the ponies regrouped.

The raging berserker didn’t care, but the battle was going only slightly in their favor. The trench lines had been taken with only large casualties, but the real battle was inside the village. Of the spearhead of warriors who had dedicated themselves to the Blood God, Only Khârn survived, the rest having died trying to leave the trenches.

The soldiers previously hiding in the Everfree had moved up into the trenches, and were only starting to trickle into the village in minor scouting squads.

Above, Rainborg tried once again to get Khârn to follow even a single order, but the screams of pure rage filling her vox quickly made her realize just how much of a fool’s errand that was. Zhufor had teleported into the center of Ponyville along with a dozen or so dragons with heavy battle armor, and was busy clearing the square of ponies. The dragons bore bolt pistols and power swords, though they mostly just used the blades, as their own natural fire breathing gave them a much better ranged weapon.

“Zhufor, once you’ve finished wiping out the town square, move to Target Theta and continue the fight.” Rainborg ordered.

“Of course!” Roared Zhufor as he buried his axe in the hide of a fleeing unicorn, the buzzing blades quickly tearing through her armor and organs before cutting her messily in half. She died screaming. “Khorne shall scarcely be pleased by these meager offerings! I shall turn this pitiful village into a monument to the Blood God!”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you say. I shall give you your next orders once Target Theta is destroyed. Khârn should be near your position, so see if he can help.” Rainborg’s voice crackled in the vox, before it was cut.

Zhufor raised his power fist, firing a quick burst from the combi Bolter into the rears of fleeing ponies. He laughed at the carnage surrounding him, and almost didn’t noticed the agonized cry of one of the Drakeguard. He turned around to see a bisected dragon writhing on the bloodied ground as the life fled from his eyes, his legs and tail a few feet away. Running over the dying lizard, Khârn ran towards the other Khorne Berzerker, an earsplitting roar erupting from his box grill as he fired his plasma pistol.

Zhufor barely got out of the way of the superheated plasma blast, which tore through the building behind the Terminator lord. “Khârn! What in Khorne’s name are you doing?!” Zhufor demanded, only just managing to block a strike from the oversized Chainaxe with his own.

Khârn’s response was another scream of rage, and Zhufor could feel blood trickling out of his ears as Khârn spun around, Gorechild moving too fast for Zhufor to block as it rammed itself into his side, tearing through armor and ripping through flesh. The heavily armored space marine roared in pain as he slammed his power fist into Khârn, sending him reeling back.

“Drakeguard, Khârn has gone insane!” Zhufor yelled as he clutched his side, though his enhanced physiology had already begun to heal the wound. “Bring him down!”

The nine remaining dragonic warriors turned to look at the crazed Berzerker, before charging once they saw the body of their fallen kin. Fire shot from their mouths and engulfed Khârn as they rushed him, swords raised to be brought down upon Khârn. Unfortunately for them, he flung himself out from the flames, barreling into one of the Drakeguard and crushing him under his weight. His exposed arm had been charred black, but other than that he suffered no damage as his axe found another victim, splitting the dragon from the dragon’s groin all the way to his head in a spray of freshly spilt gore.

The others flinched at the sight of their fellows being butchered in such a way. That costed them dearly, as the raging berzerker melted their breastplate to their chest with a quick shot of his plasma pistol, and cut another in two from his abdomen.

It was here when Zhufor intervened, barreling into Khârn and driving his axe into the downed berzerker’s breastplate. Khârn roared in pain, before firing his pistol point blank into Zhufor’s shoulder. The pistol whined, before a blast tore through the Terminator Armor and melted through his flesh and bone. Zhufor roared in pain as he staggered backwards, and Khârn pressed the advantage, jumping up and tackling Zhufor.

Before the Terminator could force Khârn off of him, the Khornate champion’s axe tore through his left shoulder, cutting his arm from his body as Khârn kicked it away.

“Khârn…!” Zhufor tried to call to his attacker, but before Khârn could raise his axe for a finishing blow, the tip of a power sword burst through his already ruined breastplate, and Khârn roared, swinging around and crushing the skull of the Drakeguard with his bare fist. He rushed off into the remaining few Drakeguard, who stood no chance against the fury of the berzerker.

“Khorne damn you…” Zhufor grunted through the pain of his missing arm, hefting his chainaxe rather clumsily. “Kh...Khârn!” He roared, knowing that there was no reasoning with the berzerker any longer. “By Khorne, I swear that your corpse will hang atop my armor by the end of this day!” With that declaration made, he charged the Khorne berzerker for what he knew would be his final fight. “Blood for the Blood God!”

“Skulls for the Skull Throne!” Khârn bellowed, finishing the warcry as he rushed towards Zhufor, the first words he had spoken throughout this fight. Power armor smashed into terminator armor, and chainaxe met chainaxe as the two Warriors of Chaos clashed.

Ahriman grunted as a stray bolt pierced his leg, before unleashing his psychic might upon the Contemptor, black lightning tearing through the air and cutting into Shining Armor’s leg plating, damaging the servos and pistons beneath.

The Dreadnought slumped forward as its leg faltered, it’s assault cannon just barely missing the Sorcerer as it pummeled the marble construct next to Ahriman into dust.

“I must admit, mortal.” Ahriman growled, using his powers to slam the ancient dreadnought with several tons of marble. “Your desecration of such a powerful weapon angers me. Where did your foul masters find such an ancient machine?”

Shining Armor burst through the blocks of marble, his golden exterior scratched and dented. “That is none of your concern... Monster.” Shining growled, as he raised his rotary cannon to fire again. Before he could fire another deadly salvo, however, the body of the Dreadnought was suddenly engulfed by a devastating blast of technicolor magic, sending it crashing to the ground as Midnight dropped down next to Ahriman, her horn crackling with energy.

“To think that I failed to kill him…” Midnight growled, her arms bulging as her hands turned to long, impossibly sharp talons.

“Midnight, I leave this matter to you.” Ahriman grunted as he began to walk away. “Make sure he stays dead this time. I shall deal with the Princesses.” Midnight nodded, using a mix of magic and her newfound psychic power to form a barrier around her changing form, before charging Shining Armor, bullets bouncing off her shield as she slammed into his armored body, the ceramite melting as it made contact with the immaterial energies.

“Twi...ly.” The machine groaned as it backed up, its assault cannon whirring. “What… have they done… to you?!” Shining Armor asked as he fired his weapon, peppering her shield with explosive shots.

“I have obtained powers far beyond anything Celestia could dare attempt to wield.” Midnight growled as her neck stretched outwards, feathers growing from her flesh as her face elongated, growing a large avian beak in place of her mouth while the rest of her body bulged out, stretching the confines of the shield. Her legs whined and cracked as they reshaped themselves, bones grinding and snapping angrily as they regained an equine-like state, though now with three long Talons sprouting from her feet. “Those worthless vermin dared to limit my knowledge of all of reality, to deny me what I am destined for! But now I am enlightened to the true masters of the universe… and I shall make that useless wretch beg for my forgiveness before I torture her soul for all eternity!”

Inside the casket entombed within the Dreadnought, Shining Armor stared, horrified at what his sister had become. Purple flesh pulled itself taught over bulging muscles that broke through bright purple armor with dozens of etched runes that glowed with unholy power, while a pair of bat-like wings stretched out to their full length behind her. Her hands had grown into talons, each as long as a space marines arm, and sharp enough to cut through reality itself.

“But come now, brother.” Midnight cackled, now just as tall as the ancient machine as she extended a clawed hand towards her brother, the shield disappearing. “You need not share in the princesses’ fate, Shiny.” Her voice had grown deep, with hidden tones of malice and a lingering smirk in every syllable. “Join me, my brother, and perhaps my Master may grant you the same gifts as they have to me!”

“I…” Shining Armor hesitated for a moment as he took in the abomination his sister had become. Somewhere deep inside him, he wanted to join her. Just the feel of her magical prowess after getting these “gifts” was enticing enough. But he crushed those thoughts before they could gain any footholds within his mind. “You… have become an abomination! I will... never join you!” The former captain of the Royal Guard bellowed as he fired his Assault Cannon, pummeling his former sister with hundreds of bullets as she screeched in pain.

“Damn you!” Midnight roared as she lunged at him, moving far faster than what Shining Armor’s sensors could keep up with. Her claws suddenly were upon him, tearing their way through his armored plates and ripping out the front in its entirety. Black and oily blood leaked from a dozen holes in her arms as she held his gaze, power hungry eyes meeting fearful ones. “I was trying to save your worthless soul, but now I see that you crave damnation! So as a parting gift from your loving sister, I shall grant you what you desire!” Midnight growled, before crushing the life from him slowly and painfully.

A group of about a few dozen Royal Guardsponies stood before Ahriman, a ring of dead Changelings and griffons surrounding the entrance to the Princess’ castle. The moment they saw the horned Sorcerer moving towards them, they raised their lasguns and fired, bright red beams tearing through his cloak and pinging against his armor, though they could not find purchase.

Ahriman responded, bending the powers of the Immaterium to his will and rending the energies around his staff. The jeweled eye in his staff began to glow a bright green, and the psychic powers took a physical form, purple lightning crackling between the twin horns of his staff before Ahriman unleashes the fury of the Warp at his foes. Lightning tore through their ranks, vaporizing many before they could blink.

“Weaklings!” Ahriman growled as he cast another spell while the guards attempted to regroup. The sky above darkened, black clouds forming overhead. Before the guard realized what was happening, bright green streaks of blazing flame crashed into them, obliterating the gate and what remained of the royal guard. As the dust settled and green flames began to spread across the building, Ahriman stepped through the shattered gateway, pulling his bolt pistol out from its holster and making his way to the throne room.

Author's Notes:

That’s the end of the second part! Third part will be released soon! This is a rewrite of the finale of the Warriors of Chaos, so don’t worry about the next chapter making sense until after the final part is done. Also, these are the final chapters. Everything aside from the Black Crusade is basically noncannon