On the moors of Zenea, a war was raging on. The Orcs had fought long against the humans of this world, as well as the demons and elves, and today was no different. On a battlefield in the western fields, a calvary force of men stamped towards the orcs, who stood strong with their cannons aimed at the lines of horsemen, firing at them with buckets of gunpowder being poured into a large funnel on the cannon's top, pushing the scattering balls of iron through the horses, killing them swiftly. Human archers laid down supporting fire, as another wave of knights ran to the orcish battlements and began to slaughter them with their swords.

"Stop the video," Krieg ordered, as the recording halted on a knight, his helmet gone and his face covered in his enemies' blood. "These scouting reports are.. remarkable. The tenacity of the humans of this world is.. amazing to say the least. The Orcs are also an extremely unique race here, their cannons and technology being of interest to both me and the Science Foundation. The Elves, though I have not seen much of, I have heard are expert archers. And we all know what demons are like. This world is also a crucial strategic point, being so close to the Immortals. So, I declare that this world, Zenea, is the next world under the Reich!" Krieg said, as his massive fleet looked over the dreary planet.

The Humans of Zenea were shocked when a plethora of flying vessels loomed in their sky. "By the Queen!" Some shouted, as transport ships began to lower onto the planet's surface, near the largest castle of the Human Empire, the Royal Palace. The queen, a red-haired maiden with a scratch running down one of her eyes, stamped out of the castle, her dress trailing behind her as she went, with several regal-armored knights following her. The ship opened to reveal a single man in a dark jacket and a golden gas mask. "Who dares to bring these machinations unto thy sacred palace?" the Queen nipped, as Grand Inquisitor Krieg responded. "Milady," he began, bowing formally, "I am Grand Inquisitor Krieg of the Inquisitorial Reich. And my fleet here is to assist you in reclaiming your world from the three oppositions: the Orcs, the Demons, and the Elves. We will annihilate them all. My partner, Mordeci, is in orbit, dealing with the Demons as we speak."

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In the southern forests, the demons reigned supreme. The king of the Demons sat upon his throne of burnt trees, as his followers began to screech, shadows looming, blocking out the sun. He stood up, pulling back a pile of branches to see the underbelly of a mighty ship. Fire and lead began to rain down upon the southern forests, setting aflame what was already burnt. The demons stood little chance against the fleet, their bodies turned to nothing. The ships then retreated back into the sky, having completed their job and depleted their guns. Several dozen transport ships began to lower to the destroyed forest, filled with soldiers ready to clean up any left-overs.

Very soon after the transports had landed, distress calls began to ring from all across the southern forest's untimely remains. "THEY'RE COMIN' OUT OF THE GROUND," declared one of them, "WE NEED SUPPORT IMMEDIATELY!!" before cutting out completely to the sounds of screaming and flesh tearing. Obviously, something had not gone as planned on Zenea's surface, and reinforcements were quickly getting readied for another push for the planet. And this push would need to be done soon, or else the entire campaign for Zenea may fail and bring the Reich a terrible blow to its morale.

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Meanwhile, back in the Empire of Man to the east, Krieg was still in the middle of explaining to the Queen all the benefits of the Reich. "..And that, is why I, Grand Inquisitor Krieg, believe that, with this world under our reign, we can end the dark arts once and for all!" The queen clapped at the speech. "Very moving," She said half-heartedly, "But under my rule, Zenea's people shall stay until I die. No magic will come to my land, but neither will your rule, Grand Inquisitor. My father taught me how people like you manipulate the weaker, and I will not have it! Now, as a respectable gentlemen, leave my land."

Krieg looked at the queen silently, before sighing. "We came so far to reach here, milady. May we stay just one night, perhaps have a feast in your name? I can easily make it worth your while." The Queen sighed back, before letting a moment pass. "Alright. But if a single one of your cronies messes up, You are out the moment I say you are." Krieg chuckled, "I will make sure that they stay right! That is my job, of course!"

Little did the Queen realize Krieg had already planned several ways to take the throne, most of which involving the death of the queen. Krieg smiled underneath his mask as he walked back towards his transport. "I shall be back at sundown. Sounds good, yes? See you then, Milady." Krieg farewelled, as the transport rose back up into the sky, heading towards the cruiser that drifted slowly above the light clouds.

Soon, another of the Reich's fleets emerged from the depths of space, and dozens more transports began to rain down upon the demonic lands. Two of these ships carried the ultimate war-machine of the Reich: A Dominus Assault Walker. This one, the Dominus Umbra, Was one of two sent to the Zenean campaign. The other, the Dominus Zeneus, was being deployed to the west, to deal with the tech-savvy Orcs.

The Umbra was quick to the battle (for a Dominus, that is). Landing on several of the magical beasts, the Umbra began to unleash a hellish amount of fire power upon the demons, tearing them to bits with ease. Several Vilkas Tanks rumbled past the Umbra, smashing through waves of Imps with their scatter-shots. Several groups of Valkyries flew through the sky, firing down on the demonic presence. The forces would make quick work of the Demonic counter attack, and proclaim that the Southern claim of Zenea had been cleansed of the Dark Arts.

"This is the Dominus Umbra," a voice radioed to Krieg, readying his attire. "All Demonic forces have been destroyed." it stated, to which Krieg would reply quickly. "Excellent! Begin moving towards the grand palace. Don't worry about opposition. The people will be too scared to act." "Affirmitive. Will begin to move forces towards the north."

Krieg then switched channels to another. "This is Grand Inquisitor Krieg. Have the Witch-Hunter operative roosted somewhere they can fire. And remember; fire only when the thunder claps. A storm is moving above her palace tonight, so be prepared." "You got it, sir. A sniper will be readied and emplaced in position tonight." a voice chimed back, before Krieg turned off his radio, and the transport doors opened to reveal the palace, the sun fading as a storm rolled in. The queen stood by her guard, impatiently tapping her foot. "It took you long enough 'Grand Inquisitor'. Come, we have little to discuss."

The Grand Inquisitor sat coldly in his dining seat, the Queen at the other end of the long table, whose sides were filled with nobles and Reich officials, having menial small-talk about each others nations. Krieg glanced up at the ceiling, a dome of glass which revealed the storm raging on outside the palace, before looking back down at the Queen, who scoffed as the Grand Inquisitor turned to her.

Meanwhile, from one of the towers overlooking the dining hall, a Witchhunter sat, a sniper in his hands, as he stared into the sights, awaiting either the right moment by her, or the clap of thunder to be exact with his shot. But, for now, the storm had only given the pitter-patter all rain does. It had not produced what the sniper needed to accomplish his goal. So, he continued to wait for the strike of lightning that would fell the Queen of Zenea.

In the western deserts, the sun rose over the Ork cities, only for them to begin to be assailed by the Reich's war machines. Smoke began to plume from the Orks' own machines, as massive cannons began to roll out onto the battlefield. These cannons fired massive shots, shattering Reich tanks as they went. The Dominus Zeneus, however, would not let this destruction of tanks continue, slamming its foot down upon an Ork mobile cannon with a thunderous boom. It fired several shots into the greenskins' lines, decimating several more of the cannons. 

"TO VICTORY!!" the Dominus walker blared, firing two more volleys from its cannons at enemy fortifications. With morale raised, the soldiers of the Reich continued on. The Tanks that were being destroyed now stampeded over the remnants of the Ork artillery, infantry doing little to stop the Inquisitorial advance. Within the hour, the Ork cities were in flames, and the Dominus Zeneus, along with several platoons of tanks, began to move back to the east, towards the Empire of Man. They too were told to go there once their missions were complete, and would do so without question.

The Witchhunter sat quietly for what seemed to be hours, until a flash of light in the distance, which he estimated was around two miles away. Quickly, as the sound roared, he pulled the trigger, aiming the rifle at the Queen. Without looking at his work, the assassin scrambled away.

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"The Queen has been killed!" A noble cried, as the Queen's body leaned forwards in her seat. The Grand Inquisitor, unmoved, stood up. "This is a tragedy indeed, but while the Kingdom is leaderless, there needs to be someone to take the throne. This why we, the Inquisitorial Reich, say that we shall take the throne of the fallen Queen."

Several of the Nobles gasped,as a few Knights came towards Krieg. The Grand Inquisitor held up his hand to tell them to halt. "I would not do that if I were you. It seems that you have not taken a look outside, have you?"

The palace's doors flew open, as Reich troops flooded in, halting any aggression by the Zenean nobles. Outside, the Dominus Umbra could be seen, as the Dominus Zeneus could also be seen in the distance, stomping through the fields that surrounded the castle. "It would be a shame," Krieg said, "For more bloodshed. So, Either assist the Reich in its goal of bringing Humanity to its peak on this world, or join your monarch."

Quickly, the nobles surrendered themselves for they weren't the ones to be fighting any war. Krieg chuckled, before ordering both Dominus' "Head to the northern peaks, you'll find the Elven kingdom there. I will assist you, and hope that we can come to a peaceful agreement, like we have with this empire."

As the Reich army began to mobilize from the Northern reaches of the Human Kingdom, a single Neophyte ran up to Grand Inquisitor Krieg. "My lord! The forces of both the demons and the orcs.. they're attacking from the south! We need to defeat them before-"

"I understand, Neophyte. Return to your position." Krieg replied to the lower soldier kindly, before grabbing his radio. "Dominus Zeneus, deal with these invaders! You will be airlifted to the fight! Now go!" Grand Inquisitor Krieg ordered, as a transport lowered and pulled the Dominus mech into the sky, dropping it at the southern boundaries of the human empire.

The Demon Lord, screeching loudly, pointed a black sword at the mech. "You may have destroyed my home, but my rage will never die! Orcs! Demons! Forget your conlicts and face the real threat to us all! Charge!" The beast roared, letting out an ethereal growl, as the forces of the two fallen nations charged the singular war engine, the Orkish cannons firing, and Demons flying into the air, letting out horrid screeches. The Dominus stamped its feet into the ground, and began to fire into the coming armies. The armies fought against it, fighting with everything they had. This battle would last a long time...

The light shined down upon the plains, as several platoons of Vilkas trembled the ground beneath them. Ahead, they could see their precise destination. A massive spire, reaching into the clouds, and passing even them in height. A cruiser of the Reich that slowly drifted past seemed like a toy compared to its mighty scale.

Krieg gulped at the sight of the elven capital. These strange elves, or as some call them, Sǐgren, were obviously the first on this world. The monoliths and dead portals that were scattered miles around the spire were too old to be dated as in this millennium or few hundred millennia. The people only arrived a few hundred. The oldest Orkoid ruins were around ten thousand years old. And the demons.. their oldest weapons and sacred monuments were dated in eons rather than years. The Grand Inquisitor trembled; these Sǐgren were not of this galaxy, it had been told to him by old data charts and recent stolen GSU reports. And yet, they were stuck in a single, massive spire in the middle of miles of dead villages and monuments to their former glory. It almost made Krieg feel sorry for if he were to destroy them.

From atop her high tower, Queen An'lur stood, looking down upon the encroaching forces of the Reich with a sneer. Behind her, several soldiers, adorned in regular Sǐgren armor, stood silently, awaiting orders from their annoyed monarch. "When the humans reach the Spire, show their leaders in. I would like to meet the fighter of the green annoyance and the old menace."

The soldiers did an odd and complex salute, before stepping away. The monarch, in her long, dark-blue gown, stared deeply into the sky as a cruiser rose above her tower-city. She noted that the ships were far more advanced than what even the Orks of this world had created. It confused An'lur why such a technologically advanced group of humans would come to such a world, wrapped in war after war against one another. Prehaps they came to unify the parts that could. Or perhaps they came to clean the world of inhuman action. The queen did not dwell on this thought long, as she began to descend to the ground by a sort of odd elevator that used many magnetic forces, allowing the platform to float seamlessly to the ground. She had visitors to attend to.

The Dominus Zeneus continued to tear through its foes, stomping down on Ork machinations, and firing missiles at demonic flyers that had banded together in one last stand against the glory of the Reich. The Demon Lord, engorged in the last remnants of his horde's energy, had grown to match the size of the Dominus Walker, albeit unstable in his form. He turned to the Zeneus, a grin of fangs and tusks sprouting from his maw. He let out an unearthly guffaw. "You will not win against the forces of the underworld, brass wonder! I will defeat you and bring honor back to my lands!"

The Dominus replied back via an external speaker. "I will not allow that to happen, hell-spawn. Your kind have not yet won against the Reich, and never shall this change! Today, we, the crew of the Dominus Zeneus, will strike you down, and take Zenea for the Reich! FOR THE REICH!!" At the cry of the mech, the two combatants charged forwards, both brandishing their respective weapons, as he fight of gods was about to commence.

The Grand Inquisitor stood at the gates of the spire, escorted by the ornate soldiers of the odd tower. He said nothing as he entered to find a vast, veritable cityscape, rising as far as the tower went. His fear was quickly relieved, but the strange blue glow still made him have thoughts that the dark arts may be involved here..

A platform slowly descended to the ground, and on it was a regal woman, her skin pale, and her hair a deep black. She had a purple mark in the center of her forehead, made of odd alien symbols. She began to speak to Krieg in a soft, enchanting voice, yet carrying a certain sternness behind itself. "I am Queen An'lur of the local Sǐgren. I have heard of your adventures across this world, Grand Inquisitor. The way you slaughtered both the marauding Orks and the old horrors of the south. For this, I praise your work. Please, let us talk. Alone, if you would." She gestured for Krieg to join her on the platform, bringing him as it rose back to her place high at the top of the spire.

Krieg began their new conversation with a question. "I may sound a bit rude, but is this place.. formed by the dark arts? I have just noticed the odd glow and had to ask." The queen nodded. "It is made from magic, but please, allow me to explain our plight. Long ago, our ancestors arrived here. Then, it was only us, and we had all the freedom we could ever want, portals and towns spreading across the north. But what they did not realize was that the magics created by theirselves lured the old horrors from their firey home, causing them to rise from the earth, renewed with our energies as they slaughtered us. To fight them, we built this spire. Channeling our strongest mages' power into a single pulse, we banished the demons out of the north. But, it came at a large cost. Our lands were devastated, the villages sacked, and the portals destroyed. We were trapped upon Zenea. The spire, having lost its use as a weapon after our faith in magic died after the invasion, became a place where the Sǐgren of this world could come together in peace and safety, away from our ancient ways and the beasts they call."

Krieg nodded silently. "I see.. I, too, have seen the horrors of Magic, and what it brings. It is the reason I cannot show you my face. The dark arts called upon the beasts that blackened my lungs, and I will never forgive anyone who dares to follow them for that reason. They took my family, but when they tried to take me, I became what they feared the most: a pure man, seeking only to purify the Galaxy of heir ancient and dark ways." Queen An'lur responded quite quickly. "I can agree with your goals, Grand Inquisitor. Magic is not an aspect that needs to be used in any of its perverted forms. If I may, I want my people to join your quest of purification." She gave Krieg a half-hearted smile. Krieg smiled under his golden masked before chuckling, "I think that can be arranged."

In the mist of battle, countless bodies covered the battlefield, whether they be Reich soldiers, Orks, or even the Demons who fought alongside the Greenskinned masses this day. But who fought this battle did not matter. It only mattered who won this epic conquest off teeth, bombs, and bullets. And it was the Reich who had won this battle today, as the Dominus Zeneus stomped back towards the human empire, the body of the fallen demon lord turning to ash, along with his meekly followers, leavingnonly their blackened skeletons. It would be a good word to tell Grand Inquisitor Krieg as soon as possible.

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As Krieg left the Spire, Queen An'lur curtailing him until the end of the gates, which was guarded by several dozen Sǐgren soldiers, he received a small transmission on his transceiver. "This is the Dominus Zeneus of the Inquisitorial Reich. We are transcribing a message to Grand Inquisitor Krieg. The Demonic and Ork forces are completely annihilated. No survivors of each race were seen leaving. Zeneus, over and out.~ Krieg chuckled, got into a Vilkas tank, and left the Spire, heading for a nearby transport that would get him off planet as soon as possible.. Zenea was under new rulers, and they were ready for change.

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