Athena's divine form flared with a blinding golden light. A storm of psychic energy erupted from her body, blowing away every grain of sand within a hundred-meter radius.
Her right arm swept back, and the Spear of Victory spun in her grip, charging with power. The air around the spearhead ionized, crackling with blue-white lightning.
WHOOSH————!!
The moment the spear left her hand, the entire desert seemed to tremble.
A golden streak ripped across the sky, cutting a vacuum corridor through the clouds.
Pure psychic light wrapped around the spear as it tore through the atmosphere, dragging a trail of plasma that stretched across the heavens. From a distance, it looked like a thunderbolt hurled by Olympus itself.
In low orbit, a Chaos-corrupted Star Destroyer had just completed charging its main cannon. The heretical crew on the bridge didn't even have time to scream. The golden "meteor" pierced its energy shields and warp wards in a blink.
BOOM. BOOOM——!!
A silent explosion blossomed in the void, disturbingly beautiful.
The primary reactor went first. Subatomic sparks erupted like fireworks from the breach, followed by a chain reaction through the core. The ship twisted like foil in the grip of an unseen titan.
Finally, the massive warship snapped into three burning segments, its flaming wreckage spiraling slowly toward the atmosphere.
From the ground, night turned to day. The sky burned with streaks of falling debris, leaving searing wounds across the clouds.
Athena calmly raised her right hand, fingers spread—as if calling a falcon home.
Outside the atmosphere, the spear abruptly veered around. Absorbing the explosion's aftermath, it glowed even brighter, transforming into a second meteor. When it punched through the clouds again, a sonic boom thundered across the desert, before it landed neatly back in the goddess's palm.
To Athena, this seemingly impossible feat was nothing more than a gesture.
As the oldest incarnation of war, she was born to pierce stars. With the faith of trillions at her back and the Emperor's runes carved into the spear—runes that ignored warp interference—no Chaos warship could hope to withstand her full strength.
But even for a goddess, this strike had a price.
Her chest rose and fell slightly, and the spear's lingering glow faded between her fingers.
This long-range atmospheric assault consumed a great deal of energy. She could feel it—her divine strength trickling away like golden sand in an hourglass, every grain precious.
But she had to do it.
Those Chaos ships in orbit were swords hanging over the refugees' heads. A single volley could incinerate the entire southern convoy.
Now, the burning wreckage of the Star Destroyer served as a clear message: Do not approach.
She stepped onto a tall dune—and was met with a wall of blood and stench.
The scene ahead would have shattered a normal mortal's mind.
Traitorous shock troopers had grown bleeding "hare-horns" from their helmets. Their boltguns were wrapped in still-pulsing nerves. Khorne's Bloodletters swung flaming greatswords forged from tormented souls.
Bloodhounds clawed up great trenches in the sand, strings of blinking eyeballs swinging from their horns.
Worst of all were the Minotaur beasts, dragging massive axes dripping with rotting entrails, hooves searing the sand with fire at each step.
Among them loomed monstrous creatures many times larger—Gor Beasts, with four arms wielding a claw, a meat hook, a whip made of flayed skin, and a living cannon that screamed.
One even bore a mobile altar of skulls on its back.
They were not a mindless swarm but a disciplined army guided by some sinister intellect.
Bloodletters formed the spearhead, hounds flanked, beasts held the center. Even the sand took on a rust-red hue beneath their march.
Athena's lips curved into a faint smirk. A glint of cold disdain shone in her eyes.
She stepped forward, boots pressing into the sand with calm, regal weight—as if not walking into battle, but strolling through an Olympian garden.
The Spear of Victory floated beside her, tip lowered like a coiled thunderbolt.
"ROAR————!!"
The Blood God's army roared in unison. The sound kicked up a red sandstorm, filling the air with a metallic stench.
In the front, the Bloodletters bared their fanged maws. Their swords dragged trails of sulphur and fire as they charged.
Each stomp lit the desert aflame in red—as if the earth itself feared their march.
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!"
The war cry spread like a plague, and the entire army boiled with frenzy.
Bloodhounds surged outward like a crimson tide, drool sizzling pits into the sand.
Heretic boltguns fired beams of corrupted plasma, creating a death-web of tracers. Each shot capable of melting through the strongest armor.
Hover tanks vibrated as their bone-cannons charged. Waves of warp-infused fire filled the sky with sickly crimson.
WHOOSH~—WHOOSH—!!
RAA~—BOOM—!!
A deluge of plasma and daemonic blasts rained down, burying Athena in an inferno.
Sandstorms thirty feet high rose in the wake of the strikes. Glass-like shards scattered in molten waves. The ground cratered under the bombardment.
Bloodletters howled gleefully, charging into the smoke with swords high. They were ready to slice the "arrogant goddess" to pieces—and feast on her divine flesh.
But—
SHZK—! SPLAT—!!
When the smoke cleared just slightly, they froze.
Athena stood, untouched.
A golden forcefield shimmered faintly around her. Every blast had been nullified on contact—not even a ripple had formed.
She raised the Spear of Victory, pointing it at the Bloodletters in front.
"That's all you've got?"
Her voice wasn't loud, yet it cut through the chaos like a blade—echoing directly inside every daemon's mind.
The next moment, she moved.
The spear swept out.
A golden arc, bright as a crescent moon, scythed across the battlefield.
Dozens of Bloodletters at the front disintegrated without even a scream.
The arc kept going—consuming hounds, heretic troops, and tanks behind them.
As the dust cleared, a fan-shaped scar stretched hundreds of meters across the sand. Everything in it had been reduced to ash.
Now came the true main force.
Towering Minotaurs and Gor Beasts stepped forward, shaking the earth with every stomp.
"MOOOOO—!!"
A Minotaur roared, its chaos rune-covered axe raised high. A single strike from that weapon could split a fortress.
Athena sidestepped. The axe whooshed past her shoulder, carving a trench ten meters long.
She riposted, driving her spear straight through its throat. Psychic energy surged through the beast, igniting it from within.
But there were many more.
"RAAAGHH!!"
Gor Beasts struck from every angle—hooks, claws, whips, and that terrible screaming cannon.
Athena blurred like lightning, her spear flashing with every parry. Sparks showered the sand.
But there were too many.
For every one she felled, more came.
"Troublesome."
She muttered. Then her form erupted in light.
Her body expanded rapidly.
Skin turned to golden metal. Her armor reshaped with her size. The spear transformed into a mountain-cleaving blade.
In seconds, she stood a hundred meters tall, a walking war idol, a living god towering over the army of blood.
The monstrous Minotaurs now looked like yapping mutts at her feet.
"Now it's fair."
Her voice thundered across the sky.
The spear swept forward.
No finesse. Just pure power.
The swing tore a vacuum across the air. Sand, daemons, tanks—everything in the arc was swallowed in annihilation.
Axes shattered. Beasts were split like rotten wood.
Gor Beasts raised all four arms—and were instantly vaporized. Their corpses flayed to pieces like paper.
Bloodhounds popped like overripe fruit.
The battlefield cleared in a single sweep. Molten earth spewed from cracks, as if the land itself wept in pain.
"RAAAGHHH!!"
The remaining heretics screamed—but none advanced.
They had seen their doom.
Daemons once feared by mortals—flattened like bugs before the goddess.
Swords went dim. Bloodhounds whimpered. Even fanatics began to back away, trembling.
They should've been chasing refugees—offering skulls to the throne.
Now, their survival instincts overrode their faith.
Armor groaned as they fled. Some ripped off Chaos emblems, as if that could escape her gaze.
Athena's colossal form began to shimmer.
Like a reflection rippling on water, her height shrank. Glowing runes dimmed.
She drew a deep breath, and the desert whipped into a whirlwind.
Moments later, she returned to her normal height—just over two meters.
The Spear of Victory stabbed into the earth with a chime. Beads of sweat ran down her temple, evaporated before reaching her chin.
This was far from her first expenditure today.
Back when the Emperor possessed her to fight Vader, half her energy had been spent. The colossus form just now had drained nearly the rest.
She felt it—her divine power, like a stream after a storm, ebbing low.
Suddenly, a lone bloodhound leapt from the side.
She didn't even look. A casual flick sent the spear through its skull, pinning it to a dune a hundred meters away.
She turned toward the south.
Far on the horizon, Hera's shimmering shield barely glowed. The refugees were now just dark specks on the skyline.
She looked north again. Black clouds of Chaos still churned. More armies lurked.
Athena pulled her spear from the ground, brushing off imaginary blood.
Fatigue was never an excuse to stop—not for the embodiment of war.
She walked forward. Each footprint left behind shimmered with golden fragments, quickly swept away by the desert wind.
Her hunt was far from over.
FLASH—!
Suddenly, Athena noticed a new streak of light piercing the corrupted clouds to the north—a golden meteor, descending fast toward a small, distant town.
?
She paused, eyes narrowing.
That comet left a trail of pure gold flame, tearing a clean path through Chaos-choked clouds.
And its psychic signature...
She recognized it—an aura identical to the Emperor's.
It had to be a Primarch. One of the Emperor's sons.
Realization struck. Athena surged forward. The spear buzzed in her grip.
The dunes blurred beneath her feet. Each step covered hundreds of meters in a blink. The blackened town loomed ahead—while the meteor descended directly onto its center.
In the town—
Only blood and madness remained.
Corpses littered the streets. Blood ran like streams between the stones.
The living were chained in the plaza. Chaos sorcerers flayed their skin with bone knives, stitching it into unholy totems amid their screams.
Bloodletters kicked heads like soccer balls. Each skull bounce triggered insane laughter.
The golden meteor crashed down.
All the daemons looked up.
That radiant streak tore through the clouds like a divine blade, slamming into the town's center.
BOOM. BOOOOOM—!!
The impact flattened every daemon and heretic within a hundred-meter radius.
Suddenly, they forgot the mortals.
A moment later, they began to gather around the crater.
The first few Bloodletters peeked inside—
There lay a tan-skinned "child", curled up at the bottom.
!!
The daemons' eyes lit up.
They too sensed the child was not ordinary.
If they could offer this one to Khorne, the Blood God's blessings would be unimaginable.
Roaring with excitement, the daemons lunged into the crater—
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