Before the enraged Khorne Greater Daemon could even figure out his next move…
In the very next instant, the Warp around him was suddenly torn apart by a violent storm.
Uncontrolled Warp energy surged madly in all directions.
Blinding, distorted psychic lightning flickered in chaotic bursts.
The Greater Daemon froze, confused by the abrupt anomaly—only to witness the seething Warp energy solidify into a single, phantasmal red finger.
Without warning, the finger flicked casually toward his assembled army of Warp demons.
This wasn't just a temporary battle group—this was the legion he had built himself.
In the Warp, stronger demons often carved out private worlds as their domain, forming armies and shaping them to their liking. For a Greater Daemon, that was practically standard practice.
And now—under his very eyes—
That entire army was instantly obliterated.
No resistance.
No defense.
Just like a human crushing ants underfoot, the finger swept across them, ignoring their desperate struggles.
And it wasn't done.
The enormous, semi-illusory red finger then turned and shot toward him.
Realizing he couldn't dodge it, the Greater Daemon didn't hesitate.
Gripping his blood-drenched twin-headed axe with both hands, he poured every ounce of strength he had into one final blow.
Fueled by raw Warp energy, this was a strike he believed could cleave a star in half.
But deep inside, he knew.
This power belonged to a Chaos God.
And he—despite his rage—was still a lesser being.
Still, his long, brutal history had taught him to face death head-on.
With a deafening roar, he bellowed:
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!"
A moment later—
Axe met finger.
And the axe… shattered like glass.
The overwhelming divine force swept over him like a tsunami, utterly unstoppable.
His mind went blank.
The next thing he knew—
He was face-down, embedded upside-down in the ground of some far-off Warp world.
A voice echoed inside his head:
"Get lost. Don't come back for 20,000 years.
Next time, I'll kill you."
"…Damn it…"
A massive wave of humiliation surged through his core.
Clenching his fists and grinding his teeth, he had no choice but to swallow his pride.
He turned and began the long journey home.
He knew—if it hadn't been for the fact that he served Khorne, he'd already be dead.
What choice did he have?
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As that Greater Daemon slinked away in shame…
A powerful psychic storm erupted around the Solar System, isolating it into a Warp island—a sealed zone where all external lifeforms attempting to enter would be blocked.
At the same time, millions of Eldrazi troops were deployed to the surrounding regions by Orsaga.
Their mission?
Wipe out every suspicious target.
To fulfill his Abyssal Contract with Ra, Orsaga decided to take the straightforward route:
Kill everything.
No survivors, no risk.
Thus began the first blood-soaked campaign of the newborn Eldrazi in the Warp.
Using their innate Hive Bloodline and other talents, they began consuming the traits of every alien species and Warp entity they encountered—fueling the evolution of the entire race.
Countless strange and terrifying Eldrazi Variants began to emerge like mushrooms after rain.
Teleportation, immortality, bony spines, psychic disruption—even time reversal and causality manipulation—began to appear among the new mutations.
This was the greatest gift Orsaga had given them:
A starting point so high, it allowed them to explore nearly limitless evolutionary paths.
They no longer had to claw their way up like lesser beings, desperately fighting for scraps of power.
Time passed.
The three Eldrazi commanders—Emrakul, Ulamog, and Kozilek—were the first to emerge from their newborn haze.
They began planning, thinking, evolving like intelligent beings.
Emrakul, calm and methodical, awakened powers like Corruption of Matter, Mind Pollution, and Dream Control—abilities that let her twist reality simply by existing nearby.
Ulamog, the blunt-force brawler, chose combat-focused abilities like Flesh Adaptation, Evolutional Resilience, and Energy Consumption, transforming himself into a perfect frontline behemoth.
Kozilek, the schemer, specialized in Ambush Tactics and Energy Suppression, selecting abilities such as Dimensional Fabrication, Form Shifting, and Anti-Magic Zones.
As their power systems matured through relentless combat, the Eldrazi Variants they created became increasingly diverse, powerful, and bizarre.
The three leaders soon began systematically categorizing their creations:
Thrall Class – The lowest-tier creations. Freshly spawned, these were essentially cannon fodder, comparable to low-level monsters.
Devourer Class – Possessing mature abilities like energy absorption, flame breath, or lightning attacks. Dangerous in their own right.
Patriarch Class – Entities with multiple integrated abilities—dozens or even hundreds—sometimes bordering on conceptual power. For example:
Turning clouds or sunlight into monsters.
Nullifying all low-tier powers in an area.
Creating new, independent dimensions.
Notably, Eldrazi Variants lacked independent thought.
They were directly controlled by their creator Eldrazi, whose collective minds were themselves part of a greater hive network—linked to Orsaga.
This psychic network ensured unified command and complete resistance to mental interference or corruption.
As Emrakul, Ulamog, and Kozilek shared their findings across the network, every Eldrazi benefited.
And so, the Eldrazi Legion began to take shape.
Each Eldrazi started building its own specialized army based on its unique talents and preferences.
The process of standardization, optimization, mass production, and scaling had begun.
Orsaga's vision of a true supervillain legion was now fully in motion.
It wouldn't be long before he'd witness a galaxy-spanning flood of bizarre Eldrazi Variants—along with the delicious infamy that came with them.
After all, to evolve, the Eldrazi needed to hunt, devour, and slaughter.
They were born destroyers.
And as their creator, Orsaga's name would inevitably spread in their wake.
But he wasn't finished yet.
From his personal dimension, he summoned forth a colossal figure—thousands of kilometers tall, cloaked in countless layers of radiant energy.
The Aeon Cronos.
After devouring the entirety of the Gaienser universe, the Aeon had grown too large to wander freely in ordinary realms.
But its hunger hadn't diminished.
So Orsaga casually tore open a massive rift—
a gateway to a region outside the Milky Way.
There, he sensed another devouring species: a swarm of insectoid monsters consuming everything in their path.
He decided to let the Aeon play with them first.
And once the Eldrazi Legion matured and entered its golden age?
They'd go too.
Just to see which species could eat more—and eat better.
Knowing his creations, Orsaga had little doubt:
The Eldrazi Legion would not disappoint.
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