After the death of Sergeant Major Thorn “Mad Dog” Grey and the late arrival of Captain Stenaeus Camail, Chapter Captain of the adeptus astartes lamenters space marines chapter, with only one hundred of their brothers and eight hundred volunteer guardsmen forces combined to nine hundred loyalist, against five thousand seven hundred and forty-three slaves to chaos, with both The Iron Warriors of chaos undivided, The Favored Sons of The Death Guard, and their cultists slaves and traitor guardsmen, supporting the loyalist space marine and guardsmen were the xeno pony race of pegasi flying in aid with Valkyrie transport ships racing through the skies, taking down rot flies and plague drones, while earthponys knights with unicorns mages supported by the split two hundred guardsmen forces and only twenty-five platoons of lamenter space marines.

Both princess Celestia and Luna stayed with the lamenter's captain command squad and guardsmen battalion command officers and commanders, relying the orders through vox-coms and radios. Ordering positions, watching for friendly fire and casualties, and following the holy angel space Marines' orders and command on aiding the xenos in rescue and retreat, focusing on the heretical forces of chaos. Both princesses still grieving the loss of a soldier who sacrificed his own life to bring down a champion of chaos and one of its leaders, a soldier who fought for freedom yet died chained like a wild animal.

After the death of Champion Allomere, leaving only a mysterious plague sorcerer and Varth Brul, Captain of The Iron Warriors, to lead their black crusade and defense against the pitiful loyalist attack using the captive they had. Along with the plan of killing the cursed beast that brought them to this damned world.

“To think the cursed loyalist dogs would thin out their numbers and fight alongside the meat bags against our defenses, believing to succeed and eradicate us from this world is a mockery of us!” Earth screamed out, grabbing a plaguebearer’s head and smashing it against the ruins remains of a boutique in a fit of rage.

“Calm yourself, brother; we may have lost a champion... we still bare the upper hand, they thin their numbers out and through the demons dwindle, when still hold captives and will use them to our advantage...” The Plague sorcerer said.

"You may be of your champion's kin, but we are not brothers. I will take my legion and part ways from this world from your black crusade and far from your warband's pathetic followings for a God of worms." Varth announced, turning his back to the plague sorcerer who watched on to raise his hand and set Varth to combust in green flames of rot burning in his armor and watched him roar out in agony, falling onto his knees and lying as an empty shell of armor on the ground.

"Your kin do follow your primarchs will; sadly, it led to your own downfall." The nurgling sitting on his shoulder plate laughed as the plague sorcerer walked to the town center and held up his hand for all his brothers and the Iron Warriors to see.

“Kill them all, burn what you can burn, slaughter what can bleed; the enemy has brought us loyalist blood to this world so go, sons of the powers! Go and hunt your games!” He announced as all roared and split off. The demon, traitor guard, chaos marine, and possessed flooded the streets and allies, slaughtering the coming guardsmen and lamenters.

With firefights of hailing red beams or bullets flying through the air hitting human soldiers or missing entirely by guardsmen with the support from the small number of lamenters to provide shielding cover, fire, and ultimately failed to push through the waves of heretics and traitors alike. Screams of men and women echoed as Death Guard slaughtered them and Iron Warriors forced demons of decay and traitor guardsmen and cultists slaves.

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Hello again, discord here breaking the fourth wall for the last time as the author looks within the codex of the death guard stratagem and role twenty individual six-sided dice and splitting the ten for the heretics and ten for the loyalists to enact a strategy and a contagion. And getting...

Five one's, a pair of two's, three three's, three four's, three five's, and four six's, counting the number of soldiers of both legions against guard and space marines with a plague sorcerer acting as warlord against space marine captain, give the author a second... The author flips through the pages of the eighth edition codex of the death guard and counts the numbers. With death guards, with the warlord trait is: "rotten constitution," reducing incoming damage by one, and with the strategy "veterans of the long war," increasing damage up one when fighting or shooting for all nurgle infantry units.

For both space marines and imperial guard, with help from both the eighth edition guard codex and month edition codex of space marines, giving the guardsmen heirloom weapons doctrine, increasing the range by six meters, and strategy fight to the death giving a short morale test to the guard to break less moral. For the lamenter's captain, the trait is "speed of the primarch" if the captain is within range of the enemy; they fight first and with strategy: "rapid fire" if any veteran or fire intercessors squads shoot twice.

Is he really following the rules and strategies... no because they don't make sense at all, and he only did it to piss off hardcore warhammer fans for his entertainment. Ahh, I see you typing in the comments already. Have a nice day, and see you later in the grand finally, humans.

Captain Stenaeus Camail, Along with his battle brother Lieutenant Masaccio with the thinned-out of imperial guard command strategist and commanders overseeing the battlements, were hesitant to see them fighting alongside xenos. Even a few of the lamenters grew hesitant at such creatures; they were small weak, four-legged alien creatures bearing few human features but were merely focused on the heretical threat in terms of traitor over heretic.

“My lord we have lost contact with Veteran Sergeant Drecarous squad and with squad one and three, damn it all, this cursed warp storm is playing with our com links!” An imperial Vox caster operator spoke out, holding the side of his Radio mic in hand, and looked to Lieutenant Masaccio for guidance.

“Have imperial squad unit two fifty-four, supported by one thirty-seven, tend to their last known locations if theirs reports goes unfound force them to withdrawl with the lines behind our brothers and have your Marauders bomb the a place to incineration.” Masaccio ordered, and the Vox caster relied on what other squads told him through the vox com chatter. He would end up joining with Chapter Captain Stenaeus attempting to speak with the xeno royal rulers they believed to be judging by their armor decor and size compared with the other xenos. They took the body of the dead penal guardsman away but not without resistance from the xeno, with wings and hooves wrapped around him from the larger white one and the darker blue standing over his body, puffing her size like a literal animal defending its kin.

It took a gruesome time to show the aliens that we meant no threat to them. They didn't understand our tongue, let alone we understood theirs, being only whines, neighs, whimpers, or complex to basic body language. It was an utter waste of time till brother malac, the fourth companies apothocarian, along with three Field Chirurgeons and guard medics, came to take his body away to perform their tasks. That, too, was near irritating for him as though the two xenos kept close to him. The dark blue one nearly forced brother Malac to shoot it if the white one hadn't intervened and calmed it down.

"Brother Captain, must we have xenos within our lines, let alone with our command? For all we know, they could be cooperating with the heretical forces. Their existence offends me, brother, practically more mutated abhuman that's far down the chain of mutation than anything." Masaccio was right; they were aliens, an unknown race with a strange tongue, let alone be it animals, and seeing them. They were possible beasts of chaos, only for Stenaeus to place his hand on his brother's chest plate, grabbing his full attention.

"Brother?" Stenaeus asked. "When we landed and exited the drop pod, tell me, what has the first thing you said besides forces of chaos, demons, and the slaves of the warp when you were with me? Stenaeus asked, with Masaccio looking at him, confused beyond all else; remember the xenos holding the penal guardsman corpses as if it were its kin, like a mother holding its infant over her bosom. She was shielding him as if he mattered.

"I saw what you witnessed, brother, the xenos cradling the penal guard's corpse; I'm sure if the guard were alive, he'd kill the xeno for such heretical actions." He said as Stenaeus watched the two xenos monitor the guardsman's corpse. Masaccio glanced over, watching for a moment returning to Stenaeus. "If there is a lesson to your meaning, then I am blind to it, brother captain."

Stenaeus only remained quiet, watching the xenos before letting go of Masaccio's chest plate. When he encountered these xenos they only were weeping in grief for the loss of his life; from what was estimated, he had sacrificed his body by detonating grenades inside of chaos champion, explaining the corpse, and died on impact or the shockwave of the explosion, they came. Grieving the body of an alien, entirely a different species from their own, and a soldier probably been on this world deserted, lost, for who knows how long exactly?

"These creatures possess intelligence, understanding, emotions, and possibly more on par with mortals or the guardsmen. Perhaps we, you as well as all of our brothers including I, would learn something from these xenos." Stenaeus lectured Masaccio as he joined in watching the xenos.

"Are you saying you want us to cooperate and engage with the xenos, brother!?" Masaccio asked, confused beyond all else at such a thought, yet not a word was said from his brother captain.

"No, brother I am not, If it is possible to revive that man's life and get information from him, then what I mean is we may not see may what is a canyon of mystery, but a merely a simple gap to leap over, and that man with theses xenos are the key to that leap." Stenaeus finished walking away to his command squad, and four more squads walked towards the center of town with two hundred guardsmen leaving Masaccio only to watch his chapter captain vanish from few. He looks towards the xenos, and the dead penal guardsman is put on a stretcher with a blanket covered over his body and medics loading him onto a Valkyrie transport ship. Something of what his Captain said sank into his mind and heart of the xenos and that penal guard, leaving a single question in his mind. Looking at the xenos crying as the Valkyrie flew back up to orbit, he walked back and joined the other imperial guard officers and commanders.

'Who is this guardsman, and how was he this important?'

The general of the earthpony knight, along with the unicorn grand mage, walks down the infected disease-ridden allies of ponyville, hiding from the demons of nurgle. With poxwalkers, hive clouds of rot flies, and the giant rotting armored Monsters seeing themselves to the town square, the smell of blood, rot, filth, and fire was present in the thick, toxic fog. In cages and groups out in the open were fillies, colts, stallions, and mares, all separated by gender and age till one of the giant rotting armored monsters with a staff in its hand and a cloak over its head spoke out.

"Kill them all, burn what you can burn, slaughter what can bleed; the enemy has brought us loyalist blood to this world so go, sons of the powers! Go and hunt your games!" This was the moment they needed to rescue the remaining citizens of ponyville. Seeing all the demons, armored monsters, and soldiers rush pouring into the streets, blasting their weapons in the air from excitement and chanting out in an unintelligible language, the sound of shooting and screams were heard in the distance. With that, they waited to see the forces of chaos were gone; both moved forward to a group of captured soldiers mixed with both groups of mares and stallions.

"When I get my hooves on that damn cooked hairless Monkey, ill make sure he's dead for good this time." The earth Pony knights general said, irritated by their fall in the warp storm by Grey.

"General Solar Marble, do not let your temper get the hold of you; we are in hostile territory, and we have our orders from the princesses." The grand mage said to him, keeping a lookout as they moved through ruins and burnt buildings to one of the cages of fillies.

"But you have to agree with me on this, Grand mage Sapphire Moonlight, if both princesses hadn't favored that barbaric beast, equestrian wouldn't have this happen, and we still would've had peace. I know we should've killed that beast, let alone put it in the old dungeons and let it rot and die." Solar continued his bickering before Sapphire silenced him with her hoof at the sounds of fifteen of the smaller soldiers walking back with looks and anger and annoyance.

"Watch over the captive, Meh meh meh meh. Uh, please; as if they aren't going anywhere, we chopped their horns, their wings fuck, and even some of their hooves off and killed so many of them. I bet running is the last thing in their tiny heads." A cultist said before sitting on a brown pony with a pink mane and tail; its eyes were gouged out from its sockets, and its intestines ripped out with all four hooves cut off.

"Yeah, well, good thing we got all this lovely new screaming to us to play with or even snack on. Come to think of it; I could go for a bite right now." A traitor guard said and looked at all the captured ponies with a red glow in his goggles. "But which one?"

"Oo, how about the small ones? They got the freshest meat on them and scream louder than the others." A cultist said to the others as they all agreed and walked over to the cages of fillies and colts. Trembling and huddling away, their eyes were red and puffed up from crying as the cultists and traitors looked in the cell to see which one to gut and sink their teeth into for a proper filling.

"That one, the yellow one with the red hair, I remember that one being a real screamer after we killed a big guy." A guard said, using his sword to point out a yellow coated with we'll a badly red-shaven mane filly, and she begged to cry as all the cultists and guards smiled, opening the age, and one began to crawl into the cage.

"Here, piggie piggie piggie, we ain't going to hurt ya... Not yet, at least." He chuckled at his joke and reached his hand to grab her hoof, only for the filly to bite on his finger, and he groaned out in pain.

"Sonavabitch! The little tart bite me!" The guard growled out, making the others laugh.

"Think that means she likes ya mate."

"Little pieces of meat!" The guard reached his hand to grab the filly by the neck and pull out, only to have two more fillies pulling her hind legs, an orange and purple-shaven mane, wingless pegasi. A white coat, pink and violet-shaven mane, hornless unicorn screaming and whining at the guard to let go as the others watch, amused at the resisting attempt.

"Oi the shits are trying to make themselves a three for one; think the commander would mind?"

"Can't we got to have only one as "provisions" or some shit he'd said, but he didn't say anythin about having some fun with them. Heheh," a cultist said, holding a blade up to his mouth and licking it, as it bared a mark of Slaanesh. He squats down, reaching in to grab the white for less unicorn.

Sapphire and Solar only watched in horror. They couldn't understand a word they spoke as if it were a demented form of the unintelligible tongue spoken by mad ponies. As Sapphairs's horn glowed out of rage, watching the filly named Applebloom be grabbed and strangled by her two friends, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. Trying to pull her from the soldiers before solar placed his hoof on her shoulder and shook his head, stopping her; she realized that nothing could have been done to help. It would be utter madness to go against enemies with superior armor and wild tactics, turning her head to look away shamefully.

Only to be greeted with a distorted mass of flesh and metal and three eyes staring back at her forcing her to scream in horror, grabbing the attention of the traitor guard and Solar. Seeing a monster of mechanical spiked spider legs covered by a crimsoned stained robe with multiple metal arms, each with claws, blades, syringes, saws, and instruments of pain and torment. Used one of its tentacle claws to stab into his neck and hold him up in the air with Sapphire watching the Earthpony Knights General Solar Marble's uniform and body be sliced open by the loud screeching buzzsaw. Cutting his jaw and down his neck, chest, and stomach, pouring out his intestines.

Sapphire only backed away, tripping to fall on her flank and have her back be greeted by the fifteen traitor guards and cultists starting down at her before shooting her magic at one of them, blasting his through his head. Only to be kicked in the face dislocating her jaw and knocking her to the ground, where the guards and cultist grabbed her hooves; one grabbed her horn using the seated teeth on the back of his blade to see off her head's horn crudely.

One of the guards watches the metal flesh it's red eyes glowed as the saw continues to cut open the earthpony, using other tentacles with small surgery blades, claws, hooks, and drills, digging into the pony's body and butchering it from the inside out. A dark Mechanicum servant, rarely seen on battlefields, only being present on star ships and with the chaos marines or projects they tend to perform.

"Hey, dark mech... Will give you this one for that meat bag." The guard said, offering Sapphire as blood trailed down her head from where her horn was and is held by cultists looking at the guard offering the xeno for the dead one. The dark mechanicum only turned its head to face the guard and look down at the pinned xeno.

”Why make such an offer to guard the powers?” It said in a deep static voice, almost barely breathing could be heard through the statics of its vox com link speaking over its mouth.

“That one gets more meat on its bones to snack on; this one here is female, fresh, and clean. We trade test... thing for meat.” The guard said in a shaking force, knowing well to fear the dark mechanicus as a chaos space marine, looking down at Sapphire. Its cold dead stare scanned her body up and down, then at the butchered Solar, finally hovering the body over to the guard as its mechanical claws and tentacles stabbed through Sapphire’s hooves.

”Offer, accepted.” It said, scuttering its legs and dragging Sapphire as she watched the corpse of Solar Marble, once General of the Equestrian Earth pony knights of Celestia and Luna's army. Now butchered and feasted on by monsters like wild animals eating his body raw and ripping out his organs to stab them on pikes and roast them over fires of burning dead.

The dark Mechanicus tech priest dragged Sapphire into a tall large building with black stone walls and spiked metal walls lined with flesh and blood; the once town hall of ponyville was now a fortress of demons, traitors, and heretics, and the birth of chaos space marines. The doors open, and the dark tech priest drags the xeno, digging its hooves into the dirt into the house of pain and eternal torment with only the flogged corpses of the dead lying around it. The doors closed slowly behind them. With the walls hanging from the ceiling were female ponies, both mares and fillies, strung up with their bodies and stomachs enlarged, fatten, bloated, and widened to the size of the giant armored monsters.

Hi, author here, and uh... I guess trigger warnings not quite like the big ass disclaimer warnings. The shit, that might cause some “softies” and some problems from here till the next bloop... I promised you all a daemonculaba... So here comes the birth of one... If ya have feelings of gagging, sickness, headache, urge to vomit, maybe, tendencies, or sensitive to certain descriptions don't blame me.

I warned ya. - author bloop

Within the stomachs of the fatten ponies were bulges that moved. They stretched out their stomachs flesh, with more dark mechanicus monitoring the ponies cutting open the bloated bellies, which poured out blood and liquid slush. The giant body of a pale horrifying hairless bipedal creature coated in slime and blood, only for the dark tech priests to bow before it as its chest took the first breath. It roared out a howl like timberwolves. The ponies holding the giant creatures' mouths were gapped open with the jaw stretched beyond broken with significant-sized dark purple marks all over their mouths. Their bodies were stitched with stretched flesh to extend their stomachs and bellies with tubes of a yellow dirty thick flooded that connected to tanks mounted on the walls of sludge and gunt. Force-feeding them to it and more into their nostrils, Pumping air and IV tubes connected to tanks of blood flowed into their bodies, forcing them to leave to give birth to more of these monsters.

Sapphire thought she had seen it all, from her beginnings once a student within Cantorlot's magical, then studied the arts of magic within the military academy. Learning every magic capable of her level of mana and control of spells and being deployed in wars seeing hundreds to near thousands of dead in open fields. This house of pain, these monsters that kill innocent, eat them, use them to birth their soldiers, and even release the prison to hunt them again for game or use their bodies for their debauchery or horrific rituals for their dark idols.

It finally broke her to a whaling, screaming mad mare thrashing around as two dark tech priests standing by a stone altar with arms of surgery and tools ready themselves for a new brood mother, a now womb to birth soldiers of the iron warriors. Laying her flat out, they only began by sawing off all four of her hooves, cutting through muscle, veins, and bone, ignoring her screams. Dark priests held her head still with his cold blood-stained claws and, with a claw of its arms, pinched and pulled her tongue out as far as it was limited as a scalpel began to cut her tongue to silence her screams and burn the slice to prevent bleeding.

Then forcing her mouth open with a gag ring, a large thick tube was forced slowly down her throat; she gaged, coughed, and attempted to vomit, but two more tubes were forced into her nostrils and traveled down following the first one. The dark tech priests controlling the moment forced them to travel down her neck and into her lungs, controlling her breathing by pumping and sucking in the air from them.

The next step was seeing the other dark-tech priests Taking out scalpels, gently cutting lines on her coat and skin, connecting with different cuts. They dug their claws between the reductions they made and peeled off her coat and skin, taking their time from her hooves, body, and tail, peeling slowly and rolling her hide. Her screams now only muffed groans and moans, tears freely pouring down her eyes, cheeks, and face, and as she felt her skin slowly being pulled off and rolled up her body and stopped at her neck. With saws, they held her head down and cut through her ears, severing them off her head and a diamond shape around her horn, feeling it cut her skull with every gentle tug, twist, and pull, finally severing her horn from her skull and brain off her body. And all she did was watch with a blank stare, void of life, all her memories, all their experiences, all she's said felt witness and spoken of gone, with her hope in rescue.

They again used scalpels to cut lines around her eyes, lips, and nostrils and connected them with the cuts of her severed ears. Then they began to roll her coat and skin, again peeling it off her head and face leaving nothing but her muscle-exposed skinless body laid bare on the black stone, crimson blood-stained altar. Cultist slaves crawling on the floors slowly approached the alter taking her severed ears, broken horn, and rolled up coat and skin and crawled away, disappearing in the red fog that filled the dark building.

The final step is within her, with a saw that cut open her stomach, stretching it open, revealing all her organs as they rigged their cold claws underneath her intestines and stomach till they found her uterus. Gently pulling out of her body and resting it over her intestines with a thinner scalpel, they begin to cut a long line from the womb's walls to her cervix. She groaned out moans of pain as cultist slaves returned with roles of thick flesh, which the tech priests grabbed and cut into sheets like fabric lining her womb and skinless body stretching and stitching more sheets of flesh, some fresh, most aged to the leather touch of once they're kind or other ponies.

They continued to line the sheets of meat, extending them more after each finished stitching creating a thick grotesque wall of skin meat as thick as a tank's hull armor. Coming to the near end, the dark tech priests were missing something. They waited till the sounds of multiple boots stomping and a traitor guard accompanied by two chaos marines stood before the once Sapphire Moonlight, now dead. Here only remains were of an incomplete brood mother groaning and moaning in pain, feeling every single feeling on her deformed body.

The traitor guard began to remove his armor, undoing the straps of his helmet, shoulders, chest plate, thighs, knees, and shin guard. Both Iron warrior Chaos marines watch, standing by the sides of the incomplete brood mother.

“You have been chosen to rise from your time as a guardsmen slave and to ascend as holy servants to the dark gods themselves... Do you accept,” he said in a deep dark tone as they watched him drop his armor to the ground.

“I do.” he replied as he begins to remove his clothing from his gloves, shirts, belt, boots, pants, and undergarments as the chaos marine continues.

“The warp, the dark gods, Khorne, Nurgle, Tzeentch, and Slannesh, have chosen you to rise from the life of mortal man and to ascend to demigod knights of the adeptus astartes of chaos and the warp... Do you accept!”

The traitor guard, now stripped and fully naked, with both his armor and clothes, is on the metallic stone floor finish and stands before his ascension to being rebirth to the immortal warriors of chaos. “I do!”

The two Iron Warriors soon faced each other, then stepped aside to present the open womb of the pony and the dark tech priests standing by the waiting as he took a step forward and began climbing inside. Gripping the flesh walls of the deformed demented pony's womb and curling up into fetal positions leaving the dark tech priests to finish their work stitching the thick flesh walls entrapping the traitor guard within the stretched-out belly womb and stomach of the pony. Taking metal hooks piercing her muscle body and under her ribs and pelvis before they hoisted the body up in the air, making a living sack as they prepared the last step, taking a large syringe and pumps, stabbing the thick belly and pumping the womb. A mixed concoction of fluids in the womb flooded the tight-curled human and drowned him in it as bulges under the flesh pushed out, moved, and stretched with more moans and groans coming from the pony.

“And thus now, coming brother.” The Iron Warrior said as both placed their gauntlet hands on the belly, feeling the pushes and kicks off the human slowly mutating to become a chaos space marine. “We are waiting for your birth and to fight as one.” He finished as both dropped their hands and left with the dark-tech priests to join the other dark mechanicum in monitoring a new brood mother of a completed daemonculaba.

Daemonculaba of the book:
Dead Sky, Black Sun
An ultramarine novel by Graham McNeill

If you're reading this after reading “the birth of a culaba”, please tell me what you think. Did I match the same as the original if you read it or know about it? Was I less, or did I went to up and beyond? Leave comments, and both thanks and apologize for disturbing you in any way... Even mildly

If you are reading this after skipping my entire work I put in... You really are a Coward... But I can't blame you, that just means you were ready to face what is the grim dark future of the forty-second millennium.

After all theirs nothing but and only...war

The front lines battle was nothing that the ponies saw. Giant armored monsters fight each other with unimaginable speed, strength, and tactics, fire with the same weapon with thunderous roars that shatter and crack in the sky, blades glowing blue of power able to cut through their armor as if it were nothing.

The imperial guard shot beams of red light laser or trails of glowing fire or blue energy fireballs that exploded on impact. The horrifying weapons that breathe fire are more fearsome and hotter than dragons. Celestial and Luna, along with the remaining Equestria, join forces with the twenty-five lamenter battle brothers that dwindle one by one from one hundred to sixty-seven. The guardsmen die faster than they could shoot from having eight hundred in total cut down to only two hundred scattered on all sides. The loyalists were dying to rescue xenos, get out of the way, and eradicate the warp storm.

“Brother Masaccio how much farther till I reach the center of this village and the source of the warp storm?” Captain Stenaeus asked, through his vox comm link in his helmet while blocking the of a chaos marine with his power sword bouncing off their blade. Slicing the arms and chest of the chaos marine in a swift motion, taking out his plasma pistol, only firing one at a time to not overheat and give space from the horde of plaguebearers.

“It is only a few forty-five meters southwest of your position, brother, I have received word the brother Drecarouswill be joining you on the battle through the links-... Breakin-... Brother-...”

"Masaccio? Masaccio?!" Stenaeus repeated, only receiving static interference from the comm link with only twenty-five brothers in his command squad and counting eight-four guardsmen total this is too much for him or his chapter to bear. He sees all the guardsmen scavenge ammo equipment and any valuable information to gain off the traitor guard corpses or their own he sighs, knowing what must be done.

"Brothers of squad five take the guardsmen back to the rear lines and regroup with brother Lieutenant Masaccio." Stenaeus ordered out as the squad's sergeant approached him. "You ask us to run brother captain?"

"No, the guardsmen cannot continue further; our numbers are dwindling like fire on a heretic; we must pull them back to the rear lines and wait for reinforcements." He announced as all the guardsmen looked at him with concern and confusion.

“And how long must we wait, and... What of you, captain?” the sergeant asks. “We but have only four hours, four hours till our cousins arrive, my squad and I will continue forth and hold off the chaos forces.” He said, shocking both his brothers and the guard.

“My lord, I beg for my insolence, but there are thousands of the bastards, and you plan to take them all for four hours?!” Guardsmen spoke out as he turned to face them.

“Guardsmen, I do not ask you to return to the rear lines; I order you. You are what the imperium is and what we lamenters swore to the emperor and obey his will to defend humanity, to defend the imperium, to defend you... So I order you to wait for our reinforcements to come, and I, along with my brothers, only ask you this.” He said, holstering his power sword and plasma pistol to take off his helmet, revealing a strong, hardened, stern face with long, flowing blond hair that almost seemed to glow at the sight of it and a smile on Captain Stenaeus’s face.

"Hear our call, hear our call and our cry, as we protect not just you or our brothers, or the imperium or the emperor of man... But those we cherish, as we die in glory." He only finishes for the guardsmen to leave the area with the five lamenters.

"Come back to us, brother Captain... Come back to us once it's done." The sergeant said before they vanished from sight, leaving Stenaeus and twenty of his brothers in the front lines with distant bolt fire; last shots and explosions could be heard.

"Come, brothers, we have a storm to kill and those that need us," He ordered out, taking his plasma pistol and power sword in hand, holding the blade up in the air, and pointing at the storm. "For those we cherish!"

He cried out as his twenty brothers armed load their bolters, reading themselves and joining him on his warcry. "We die in glory!"

The battle was long for Stenaeus, and his twenty-brother command squad, slashing, shooting, and blasting through demons of nurgle. Finally reaching the town square, a small pack of traitors and demons apprehended them, but we fell quickly, and the town square was a mess till it was both hearts of the warp stone and horror the once town hall, now a fortress of pain. Status orders his brothers to secure the town square and pull back with the captive xenos as the warriors come and pull them away till a hail of bolts fire, las shots, plasma, flamer, and melta shots open around them. A trap for the lamenter's chapter captain as they slaughter the xenos trying to run using their size and armor to blood all coming attacks as the twenty brother command squad dropped one by one to now five.

He Stenaeus watched all the light of life escape his brother's eyes as they drew their final breath and felt something that he tried to suppress, an itch crawling under his skinny of the plague God. Still, something else, his eyes began to grow watery of crimson tears, his vision blacked and redded of blood, the thirst in his mouth, and his remaining brothers felt it in their fight, soon visions of a sight they thought would be impossibly haunted their eyes as if it were a flash. It was the siege of holy terra where there stood the arch-traitor himself standing tall and high over a corpse of golden shining light, the angel. The chapter primarch of the blood angels and all successor chapters, his father, Sanguinius, dead on the ground under the feet of the fallen primach once favored brother by all now the vicious Warmaster, Horus.

It came the drowning feeling, the hatred, the sorrow, the unquestionable shirts for blood overlapping Stenaeus's heart and body and gene-seed feeling the mutation crawling through his body as dark and twisted thoughts filled his mind. 'Horus, Blood, kill, consume, Hatred!' His fair soft skin, hair, and stern face harden to the beginning of cold, pale wrath. The mutation of any brother under the blood angels banner suffers this mutation virus only gives one name that many feared of both traitors and loyalists that dared to speak out its name. The Black Rage.

“HORUS!”

Stenaeus and his five battle scream out, all ripping off their helmets from their heads and answering the call to the carnage. Every bolt shot hit on, with complete full auto bolter laying out their entire clip into the traitors, demons, slaves, and chaos space marine. They were no longer the five last standing brothers of the chapters command squad of the Lamenters of the fourth company. But only dead monsters with only death in mind as they were only rebranded unto the death companies banner consuming the blood of the dead like barbaric vampires with each brother killing from twenty to a hundred. Before they finally fell, it was only Stenaeus snarling like a wild animal feasting on the corpse of a chaos marine. Masaccio watched in horror. Watching the once honorable chapter captain Stenaeus drinking puddles and pools of blood from both his brothers and the followers of chaos.

"C-Captain...?"

He stared into the eyes of his chapter captain; they were blank, void of his pupils as his air was nothing but white with tears of blood trailing down his cheeks and mouth with two large fangs purported from his teeth. He snarled before charging at Masaccio at a full sprint. Masaccio quickly drew a bolt pistol and shot a single shot into the skull of his chapter captain, shooting into his brain and blowing a large hole at the back of Stenaeus's head. Forced him to fall over before Masaccio's feet, still frozen in shock at the actions he not only committed but witnessed with both of his hearts pounding in his chest and his body shivering before dropping the bolt pistol to the ground over his dead brother's body and falls on to his knee w. Wrapping his arms around to hold and cradle Stenaeus's body and screamed a cry of pain, sorrow, and anger.

"C-C-Captain... Stenaeus...? Captain Stenaeus!"

Brother Lieutenant Masaccio tried to gain contact through the comlink with the other imperial guard operators, but to no avail as the warp storm only great more till a comlink through from the lamenters strike cruiser in low orbit broke through and established contact.

"Chapter Captain, lieutenants, any brothers hearing us of the "Aether" astartes strike cruiser!"

"This is brother Lieutenant Masaccio speaking; what news of our reinforcements, brother?" He asked in slight desperation for an hour of static and comlink silence.

"A message from both cousins of the Salamanders, imperial knight house of Bosnia, imperial guard regiments. Shall I relay the message?" The battle brother asked Masaccio as he opens the comlink to all and listened. "Speak it." He ordered his reply.

“Guardsmen of the imperium and brothers of the lamenters, Look to the sky brothers, see the light of the imperium finest, see the light of his grace that shine all the way from holy terra’s star. This is the light of the imperium of man; this is the light of his sword and hammer as we are his shield, the light of the Emperor of Man!” The battle brother said as both guardsmen and space marines could hear the open com gazed up at the sky, and saw green burning metal drop pods. Thunderhawk and Valkyrie transport, Marauder bombers, and Vulture gunships, all with the marks of the Ultramar crest and the crest of Elysia.

The sight of thousands upon thousands of guardsmen frees falling skydiving through the air before slowing down and hovering down by Grav-Chute on their backs. The Elysian drop troopers glided down from the skies, landing on the town's roofs and ground, laying cover fire for Valkyrie transport of both more soldiers of Elysia and the Ultramar Auxilia. Their doors opened to blue and black armored legionary officers armed with power Shields and spears. The black legionary soldier in black armor gathered and fired a hail of battery lines at the traitor guard, demons, mutants, and slaves. Masaccio watched in awe and contentment as their imperial guard reinforcements came but were more focused on the sight of one Thunderhawk carried before dropping it as it came burning down like a meteor along with the drop pods that burned with the black dragon's head for a symbol.

The icon symbol of the Salamanders crashing deep behind enemy lines and the blazing meteor crashing to the ground in a hail of blinding smoke before the sounds of a war horn were blasted. Scaring every pony that was present and witnessed the sight of a giant metal machine with an arm of a six-barreled hellflamer attachment to a Gatling cannon on its right arm. On its left arm was a reaper chainsword, topped with a stormspear rocket pod on the roof of its hull and a melta side cannon with the blue, yellow, and silver colors of Bosnia; its warhorn finished roaring out. It spoke in a mechanical male voice, looking down at the traitor guardsmen and heretic space marines.

"The house of Bosnia has been called to this world, as now this is my hunt, and all who goes against the emperor's light is my prey." He finished as his targeting systems locked onto eighteen targets and fired its hail of rockets. The revving sounds of the Gatling gun turned up and opened to an excessive storm of bolt fire ripping through their bodies to turn to fill them with holes and missing limbs. The chaos space marine held the traitor guard's lines, and cultist slave fell scrambling, meshed with the chaos marine behind him. They were incinerated in clouds of blazing promethium flame by space marine of green armor and fire burning their armor like holy living burning warriors only a forge master would command.

With the guardsmen salamanders and imperial knight, it is game enough to hold and push back the chaotic forces and create an opening to evacuate the xeno ponies out and away to safer ground. Celestia, Luna, and their soldiers watch in at the sight of man and the imperium, both princesses guiding ponies out of ponyville as far as they can take them. Using the remainder of their magic to shield off flying debris and stray shots as the war come to its near end with the loyalists winning and Equestria's rescue.

He saw five of his brothers and eighty-four guardsmen walking back to their open command area as he approached the sergeant of his brothers. "Where is brother captain Stenaeus, brother Sergeant?"

The sergeant only shook his head and looked to the ground, setting a hard, heavy mood over Masaccio's heart and mind before he looked in their direction and ran at full sprint. Stomping the ground following the path of carnage, the five brothers and sergeant watched, surprised, and looked at a female sergeant guardsman.

"Remain here and await further commands." He orders a quick "Yes my lord!" from a female as they watch all five brothers run after their young lieutenant brother reloading their bolters, reading for anything.

Within Equestrias orbit, an Inquisitorial Strike Cruiser-class vessel flies out of a warp gate and to the sight of two astartes strike cruisers in low orbit of a planet, two Vanguard Vessels, and several imperial guard cruisers at sight. All baring insignias of the cursed successor's chapter of the blood angels, Salamanders, the guard of Ultramar Auxilia of Ultramarand Elysian dropped troopers of Elysia all orbiting a planet with a warp storm swirling over it.

"By the emperor, Arch-egos is this the known location of this penal guardsman, or have you sent us to a battle zone?!" The lady inquisitor said, looking to the Arch-megos tech priests.

"My lady, the tracker on his explosive collar is active and reads that the guardsmen are aboard the strike cruiser ship the astartes strike cruise named "Aether" with his life signs ceased indicating his death."

“None sense, send word to the hanger, have them already my transport ship with the tempestuous scions guard, my personal psyker and the sisters of battle of the order of the Ebon Chalice to be ready along with their hospitallers of Eternal Candle for aid, if this guardsman thinks death will free him from my judgment, then he is solely mistaken.”

Author's Note

News

If your reading this then got some real bad news...

I honestly hate to be the bring of bad shit and all, but due to some technical difficulties and... Uh, me not really getting into much contact with the audio reader along with their busy schedule edits and other projects... I'm not sure if this stories audio reading will ever happen or be finished

IT'S NOT THEIR FAULT! ITS MINE!

I failed for keeping contact and... well lack care... I guess.

I'm serious about this, ain't pulling any bullshit or sikes, and before you ask. No I haven't been in contact since chapter three, just been busy with either work, drawing art and finishing the chapters for this story.

But I would like to give a probably last thanks to them for reading such a story and I can understand why audio reading warhammer stories would be beyond near difficult,

The editing
The voiceacting
The Music/sound effects /background effects
And worse of all, time

If you have listen you canhand listen here:

The Guardsman Audio Read

Go and support them on their also for reaching 600 subs milestoneon their channel congrats is in order. Not sure if they're or ever will be reading this farby if they are, thanks for giving this story a boost in popularity even if it was short coming. Not sure if anyone still listened to it, I do, even though its only the first three chapters still love them with all to my heart and always listened to it myself.

I'm not sad or mad... Just disappointed in myself, really.

But yeah it is what it is and a lack communication on my end, so don't go hating them or cause a big the scene for them and shit, and if you do... Fuck you, just yeah fuck you if you do that.

Just blame me, and ill allow you to say “FUCK YOU DOC!” just this once... I deserve it at the very least.

I’ll fix and make proper edits later for this chapter make it sound better if you play it in text to speech just need a moment is all and maybe a can or two.

This is it... The second to last chapter after this one... After this no more war, death blood and gore, a coming squeal definitely, more pare to the show yup, no war nope only comedy, a bit slice of life-ish, but it will follow up to wedding bell and crystal empire, so yeah... We had our fill of war, death, and chaos, and no time to wash it down with some laughs, romance, lots of memes, and possibly sex... Lots of sex. I got the ok from the inquisition

I had fun homestly and all I want to say is thanks for just reading seriously thank you for sharing feedback, silly questions, comments, or anything really ... This is it... Huh, I hate, I really do, yet some things got to end just like Grey... Dead LOL, LMAO.

But for now and possible that last time I might say this.

Cya, in the last chapter, friend and Thanks for understanding and I guess peace ✌️ Till the last chapter.

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