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An army of thousands marched on the Imperial Palace, and but three hundred stood to protect it. But they were three hundred of the best, three hundred of the elite. Each a veteran of a hundred battles, genetically engineered into the perfect super soldier and equipped with the most powerful weapons the Imperium of Man could offer them. Among them were those warriors so great, their deaths were not the end of their service, and their bodies were interred into the cyborg death machines known as Dreadnoughts. Whilst the Deathwing and the Ravenwing might not be among them, each of them was an army in their own right.

"Hold your ground at all costs! Drive them back, let not a single one of them set food on these grounds!" The Emperor reached upwards, and a beam of purple crackling energy shot from his fingers, digging into the warp storm high above. He gritted his teeth, feeling the teeth of the Chaos Gods around him, as they attempted to rip him to shreds. He glared, as a trickle of blood ran down the side of his face, like a blood-red tear, his body attempting to hold up under the stress. "Hold this ground, and I will call forth the armies of the Empire of Man! We shall show them what fear is, and we shall show them that we are to be feared!"

The Dark Angels raised their guns, two lines of them having formed behind the barrier. The first knelt down, their guns aimed through slits in the barrier built specifically for this purpose. Those behind them aimed over the shoulders of their compatriots, forming a line of firepower ready to face any assault. A wall of bolters, stretching across the perimeter of the Palace. The buildings near the Palace had been leveled, which would force the Conqueror's armies to fight over open ground in order to reach their enemies. Several Dreadnoughts stood behind the line, their immense weapons spinning up to decimate enemy troops. Among them were a number of Hellfire Dreadnoughts, who had access to high-powered ranged weaponry, including a barrage of missiles. The sheer quantity of firepower placed in this perimiter was stunning, and yet a good count would only show about 175 Space Marines, including the Captains who lead them.

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As the armies advanced, they arrived at the edge of the clearing. They had entered firing range, and a hail of steel struck them from the front. Bolter rounds were not merely bullets, they were miniature missiles. A steel bolt the size of a man's fist, filled with high explosives and tipped with an adamantium spike. These rounds exploded on impact, forcing the adamantium spike into any enemy armour. Koopas exploded into gore balloons, Ultron's troops were ripped apart by the unforgiving hail of death. A Hulkbuster unit marched forward, before being struck by the Lasscannon of a dreadnought. Both it, and the ground it was standing on, was instantly reduced to a molten puddle. A rain of missiles struck those foes hardy enough to fight their way through the Bolter Fire, Krak Missiles designed to destroy heavy tanks and walker vehicles. Whilst the Dark Angels' hierarchy and morality was based off of the Knights of Caliban, their technology was matched only by their skill and determination. And yet, the true battle had only just begun, a slew of casualties from an unexpectedly powerful initial burst of fire. But the Conquerors had walked right into a trap, and they didn't even know it yet.

Even as defensive measures were taken against the frontal assault, the techmarines of the Dark Angels detonated several expertly placed charges within the buildings around them. With a resounding explosive rumble, two of the skyscrapers began to sink down onto the army below. They were trapped between two rapidly closing walls of death, the only direction not delivering them pain was the back. And yet this was swiftly remedied, as several squads of Terminators seemed to appear from nowhere. They had been hiding among the buildings, and now used their short range teleporters to form a cohesive front behind the enemy army. Those that would retreat found themselves facing the wrath of Heavy Flamers and Power Fists as the Terminator Marines marched forward. The Power Fists multiplied the already immense strength of their suit by ten, as they picked up and threw cars like they were mere toys. One particular Terminator seemed to draw great amusement from batting away smaller enemy units with a school bus, sending them flying across the battlefield. The heavier armoured enemies were countered by the Interceptors, Space Marines in standard Power Armour who wielded large two-handed Power Swords, which used vibrations and a variety of subatomic forces to rip through almost any material known to man with ease. These blades sliced through heavy armour as if it weren't even there, and those who wielded them were expert swordsman, with hundreds of years of constant war forging them into living death machines.

As the fleets advanced over the battlefield, a new foe presented itself to face them. Having been stationed on the roofs of skyscrapers, teams of Space marines shot upwards, lifted by heavy jet packs. They were able to fly even with their heavy Power Armour, although only for a limited amount of time. The few Space Marines who missed their targets were sent spinning down to their doom, using their remaining fuel to angle themselves towards an unfortunate enemy as they fell. But the majority of the force managed to take hold of the side of the fleet, using their chainswords to tear through the exterior and board the enemy ships. They fought their way through the Koopas within with relative ease, using their superior speed, strength and skill to their advantage. Even the least experienced of these warriors had seen at least five major battles, and had spent a lifetime of fighting before even entering the ranks of the Space Marines. It was not the kind of thing standard koopas or goombas were able to combat, and if that was all the ships contained, the vast majority would soon fall to this quick assault. 55 Space Marines total had attacked the airships.

The Alliance of Conquerors was facing not simply the sheer strength of the Empire's military, but also the strategic mind behind it. If they did not retaliate in kind, they would find themselves quickly annihilated. They had marched their army into hostile ground, into enemy territory, and sought to face one of the most powerful armies in the Multiverse. It was a daring action, and if they couldn't back it up, this would be a short-lived alliance indeed.