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@Snarfulblast@ShadowVentus
It seemed his enemies had been either slain, or had fled before him. The mutant bunny girl and the heretical sorceress had disappeared without a trace, no doubt to cause trouble in some other domain. He grunted as he leaned heavily on his hammer. He had been imbued with inhuman strength and stamina, but the amount of psychic power he had been forced to call upon had exhausted even him. He had gambled with his life in doing so, and he could easily have lost himself to Chaos. However, he stood now victorious among a field of broken and burned corpses. He turned towards what appeared to be his only ally on this world, and considered.

The stranger had warped his form, a clear sign within the Imperium of Heresy. However, while the Paladin could certainly sense some form of taint upon the figure, there was no sign of the telltale stench of Chaos. On his own world this figure would have been arrested and inspected by the forces of the inquisition, or, if deemed a risk, eliminated on the spot. However, the stranger had come to his aide and fought by his side, and in Valentus' eyes that made him a Battle Brother. This man might form his only ally on this world, and he was sorely in need of allies. Therefore, he decided to suspend his judgement of the stranger´s powers, and rather to judge him on his actions. Should he prove to be a threat, he could always be eliminated later.

"Certainly, you have proved your worth to me. Whilst your magic is-" Midsentence, Valentus drops to his knees, shivering. He seems to be having some sort of fit, as his heavily armoured form shakes on the floor. Stone is crushed to gravel in his gauntlets, and the mighty Daemonhammer is dropped to the ground besides him. A deep metallic growl makes it way from underneat his helmet, and it's almost as if the space marine were in pain. However, after some time he gets up.

"Something is wrong. The Warp.... it's out of balance." He looks around furtively, as if expecting to get jumped at any time. "This state of affairs... tremors this bad...." He shakes his head, before marching forward. "Stranger, follow me. I must speak to this world's ruler. With the current state of the Warp, all battleships must be deactivated, lest their cores become unstable. Should we fail to take the proper precautions, this entire planet may be annihilated." Purposefully Valentus charges onwards, grabbing the nearest living being he sensed. This turned out to be a Dominion soldier who had been knocked out during the fight, causing him to miss evac. The poor soul had been hiding in the ruins of a collapsed skyscraper ever since.

Grabbing the man by the leg, Valentus held him up. "Little man, your life and the lives of your kin depend upon your actions now. Show me the route to whomever on this world is in charge of interstellar travel. If you fail to do so, I will be forced to extract the knowledge from your mind. The process will be most painful." The man seemed quite willing to cooperate once he'd stopped shitting himself in fear, and accurately lead Valentus to whatever served as the planet's local government.

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A number of hours later Valentus kicked down the doors to an office building. He dropped the soldier, whom he'd been carrying the whole time, and advanced on the nearest official while his captive scampered into a corner. Two guards hesitantly aimed their weapons, before deciding they valued their lives more than their duty, and dropped their weapons. It did not matter much whether Micheal chose to follow him or not, he had an urgent duty to perform. "Who here is in charge of interstellar travel. I represent the right of the Inquisition, and we have detected an incoming Warp Storm." He looks around the room for anyone who would challenge his claim to authority, and found nobody sufficiently suicidal to do so. "You must instantly deactivate all Warp Engines, and activate planetary defence systems. Place this world in full lockdown, no traffic in or out. Furthermore, ensure that you have enough food production to feed your population for the coming year, at least, and make plans to increase production if necessary."

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Everyone knows what pot of Greed does!

Quiet Yugi, We must learn of their culture!

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@Kael Taiyou
Really, bro? The entire point of Gurren Lagann is that it's completely over-the-top, and yet it explains it's bullshit energy source far better than almost any other franchise out there. It manages to be both one of the most badass explosion-fests in the history of anime while maintaining complete internal consistency.

Also, the shit is SRW?

@Absolis
Well, he fought his enemy by throwing a galaxy at them like a Shuriken. And his enemy caught it. So that should give you an idea.

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You know, with all these Godlike characters being thrown around, I feel the need to outdo all of them, forever, no matter what.

How badass is Tengen Toppen Gurren Lagann? Well, his fist is more than 500.000x the size of our solar system, and he deflected an attack with the explosive power of the Big Bang.

Eat shit, Goku.

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Name: The Star Child, The Fith God of Chaos, The God Emperor of Mankind, The Fragment
Species: Perfect Human
Age: 40.000 years
Appearance:

Abilities:
[Divine Prescience]
The God Emperor is able to see into the future of the world, by glaring into the Warp. He uses the collective knowledge of all sentient beings, or at least some fragment of it, to predict future events. He quite literally draws the knowledge from the Warp, and he can use it in a variety of ways. However, due to his current state, he has only limited access to this nigh-infinite source of knowledge. He is only able to glimpse fragments of the future, and has little control over this gift. He is prone to sudden visions, and occasionally he can even be lead astray by a misinterpretation of this vast well of knowledge.

[The Minds of Many]
The Emperor was originally created when over ten thousand shamans fused their souls and beings into a single immortal spirit, a Godlike being of immense power. The Star Child was born from the souls of over a hundred Sensei, powerful descendants of the Emperor himself, fused with the remnants of the original Emperor's soul. He has the combined psychic might of all these beings, and is able to read and control the minds of others with relative ease. However, due to his current state, this ability also is fragmented. Whilst he can easily control his lesser psyker powers, he lacks the delicacy required to perform more complex actions. His attempts at mind reading might very well simply cause the target to explode, and his mind control is severely limited.

[Perfection Incarnate]
The Star Child forged it's body in the image of it's previous form, but even further enhanced. This body is the epitome of human evolution, the ideal form. His skin is tougher than Kevlar, his bones are harder than steel. His superior muscles grant him the strength of a hundred men, and his joints allow for easy and agile movement. He is fast enough to dodge bullets, and strong enough to crush steel with his bare hands. He is immune to almost any form of nonmagical poison or disease, can survive in space, and can draw nutrition from any material. He requires no sleep, and has near-infinite stamina. These feats are purely physical, and as such are not affected by his current, fragmented state. Furthermore, his physical capabilities can be further augmented psychically.

[Reality Manipulation]
Using the power of the Warp, the Emperor is able to control many aspects of reality. He is able to control and manipulate vast amounts of energy, ranging from heat to kinetic force. He is furthermore able to alter substances on a molecular level, and can create new matter from thin air. His powers also allow him to alter space and time, to an extent. For example, he is able to teleport from world to world with relative ease, and travel in and out of the warp. His power is so great that he's able to perform these feats on a planetary level, destroying and creating entire worlds. However, due to his current fragmented state, he has limited control over this power. He isn't able to access his higher-tier abilities except instinctually, to protect his life or well-being. He's also prone to use his powers accidentally, or to screw up while using them if he's trying something big.

[Avatar of the Machine God]
The Emperor is a genius, carrying the knowledge and intelligence of thousands. His mind has been sculpted to perfection, and he has spent tens of thousands of years gathering knowledge both manually and with his psychic abilities. Whilst he isn't able to access most of his memories and knowledge, he has an instinctive and detailed understanding of the universe and how it functions. He is a prodigy in the fields of engineering, gentic manipulation, space travel and astrophysics. He is furthermore able to learn things at a superhuman speed, and was able to learn a new language solely from books in less than a day.
Weaknesses:
[The True Host]
The Star Child is the Emperor reborn, and has the potential to lead all of humanity into an age of prosperity once again. However, he also has a far darker potential. His spirit is powerful enough that he is in many ways a God, like the Chaos Gods or the Eldar Pantheon, but he is bound to the physical worlds through his body. His spirit and body are the only vessel in the known universe that could host the collective might of the Chaos Gods, turning him into a Daemonhost of unimaginable power. He would become a physical being capable of directly wielding the power of all four Chaos Gods, in addition to his own powers. Such a being would be an unstoppable evil, and no doubt tear down the entire universe.

[Fragmented Soul, Fragmented Mind]
The Sensei sacrificed themselves in an imitation of the original creation of the Emperor, attempting to revive him once more. However, they only partially succeeded. The Emperor's psyche had been fragmented by his defeat and efforts atop the Golden Throne. His very soul was split into pieces, scattered through the Warp. Although the Sensei succesfully brought together the fragmented pieces and augmented it with their own souls, the result was a bit of a magical frankenstein of souls and minds. Even the Emperor's own mind couldn't properly piece itself back together, let alone all the new guys. As such much of his power, knowledge and memories are fragmented, leaving him vulnerable to the corruptive influence of chaos, and severely weakened.
Bio:
The Golden Throne kept the Emperor alive for 10.000 years, but slowly tore apart his soul and mind. His body decayed away, until he was more machine than man. Eventually and inevitably the Emperor would die, his dying breathe stretched over thousands of years. It was as the Emperor lay dying that the Sensei, his distant sons and daughters, emerged from the shadows. They knew their duty to their father, and they killed themselves in ritual sacrifice. Even as the Emperor's body finally died, his soul was revived by the combined power of the Sensei, given new cohesion, and a new chance to reform the world.

Of course, as can be seen from the text above, this didn't go over perfectly, and the Star Child is a flawed creation.
Theme Song:
[url]youtube.com/watch?v=K17oUoUqOxQ[url]

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Kiyoki simply stared as his work was undone. As the beast returned to health, and it's power was stolen away from him. As the angle he would capture was returned to health, ready to escape his grasp. He watched as his greatest works to date were undone. Taken from his clutches was the great weapon of war that could have earned him the world. And now on the brink of escape stood his route to alternate realities, his tool to place ever more worlds under his control. And as he glared down at the fool who had dared interfere with his plans so greatly, he felt rage course through him.

And as was often the case, his rage swiftly turned into sadistic hatred.

"You seem to have knocked the crown from my head. How unfortunate. I will make you suffer a thousand times the defeat I have." He grinned, malign glee apparent in his eyes as runes appear around him. A schockwave seems to emanate from him form, purple energy crackling across the ground and through the air. And even as those present attempted to warp out of this world they found themselves trapped, locked within this world by Kiyoki's magics. "Allows me to revisit this defeat upon you a thousand times. I do not know where you sent Yamato no Orochi, but I can guarantee you I soon will." He gestures to the other Dragon Guard. "Kill them all."

Saito turned, exhausted. And yet, even as Kiyoki's runes glowed up, new power seemed to fill him. He grinned as he gestured up at Eclipse, who was swatted from the sky by a windtunnel with the compact force of a hurricane, being launched into and indeed through - the large stone wall surrounding the city. Even as Eclipse would begin to recover from this mighty blow, he would find Saito before him, gathering immense buffeting winds. Eclipse was unable to take to the air, as to do so would only further increase Saito's advantage. He could not run, for doing so would grant Saito the chance to inflict another such devastating blow. And yet he could not stay, for Saito's attacks would tear down the wall around him, plunging dozens of people to their deaths amidst their battle. And lastly, most importantly of all, this might not be a battle Eclipse could win.

Meanwhile, King found himself confronted suddenly by the glowing figure of Kaito. The man grinned, and yet his form was oddly twisted. His fingers extended into long, brutal claws and his face was twisted into a bestial grin. Lightning crackled across his body, and even as Tiny attempted to cast a spell he was interrupted by a claw around the neck. Saito laughed as he spun, smashing King into the ground. Any form of retaliation would hit nothing but the air where he had been a moment ago. Unhittable, and yet inflicting devastating precision strikes to his opponent. The speed and surgical precision as opposed to Saito's brute strength. The laughing, battle-frenzied demon King now faced was the scalpel to his brother's sledgehammer.

Ham, meanwhile, suffered the unimaginably cruel and horrific fate reserved for those who refuse to post for ages and slow down the progression of the story >:(

Blargh faced his own death as Shiro stood over him, blade raised. Even fully healed Blargh had little hope of besting the assasin, who was capable of easily seeing through his illusions and deceit. And whilst he was able to roll away from the intial strike, a secondary blow nearly decapitated him. "Your death will be a swift one." With that reassurance Shiro moved in for the kill, blade flashing towards Blargh's neck even as the murloc attempted to dodge aside.

Albert faced his own doom in the form of Kiyoki, who had decided to personally deal with the dragon. Once more he was swarmed by the Shikigami, slicing into his skin and lodging themselves under his scales with their razor edges. And yet this attack was different, as several other strange creatures shot from Kami's various wards and charms to eliminate Albert. Monstrous ghosts flew upwards in groups, ghostly talons ripping into his very mind and soul as they raked along his body. He felt himself plummeting from the skies as this combined assault tore him apart both physically and mentally.

Every major character would find themselves engaged in what appeared to be an impossible battle, facing unbeatable odds. The Dragon Guard were some of the strongest beings in this world, and easily able to match the efforst of the heroes. And here, on their home turf, Kiyoki had set up many wards within the city itself to refuvenate and empower them. The odds were stacked against them, and their chances of survival were dropping by the second. And that is when the unfeasible happened, the impossible.

That is when the world ended.

It started as a resounding boom, a strange sound that could be heard with the mind as much as it could with the body. A powerful sudden sense of loss, of destruction, echoed through the city. Reality seemed to crack and fragment, as massive black clouds gathered in the air above. Purple lightning tore across the land, but no longer was it the harmless side effect of a spell. Buildings were torn down in an instant, entire areas of land pulled into a different reality. And from these tears came the legions of death. The Necron, drawn here by this explosion in the Warp, their twisted webway inexplicably leading them beyond the boundaries of their own world.

First came a single Necron Lord, a metallic figure standing before a twisting mass of Warp energies. And yet, even as he raised a single hand, his forces emerged. Even as rows of Necron Warriors stepped forth from the Warp, a massive Monolith emerged. The Particle Whip lashed out, the force easily ripping through the walls of the city. Blasts of gauss energy tore into those present, as the Dragon Guard rushed to face this strange army. And yet quickly found themselves outmatched. Even Saito's sheer destructive force did little to the Necron, and their offensive soon ripped it's way through Kiyoki's wards. Wraiths and Deathmarks appeared, ensuring tactical support as each performed it's role with surgical precision.

The armies of death marched forth, killing everything in sight, and the Dragon Guard was forced to flee. Saito fell to the floor as his leg was torn from his body by a Gaus blast, only for the Herald to carry him away. The Particle Whip lashed out once more, aiming to obliterate everything in it's path, but Kiyoki's full might was able to shield the pair from it's wrath. And thus, hobbling and fleeing, the greatest warriors of this world made their escape from the Necron Forces.

The Herald of Awakening had come, and he had brought the Tomb World with him.

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@Lmpkio
I was referring to Starkiller, yes. And I figured Starkiller would be able to handle it, considering he's a fairly powerful Sith Lord. He was able to equal Darth Vader, and Anakin was a Force prodigy. So that's quite impressive.

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@Snarfulblast
The immortals swung down their weapons, but their scythes merely dealt superficial damage to the heavy Terminator Armour. Immortals were powerful ranged attackers, and whilst closing the distance Valentus had taken a number of bad hits. However, the Necron's greatest mistake had been engaging him in melee, where he had the advantage. And he was able to easily tear his way through the group of immortals. Even as one of the managed to line up a shot on him he briefly cast his hand in the Immortal's direction, pulling it towards him. Moments later, it found itself smashed through a nearby building. Several of the Necron were teleported back, dragged back into their Tomb World for repeairs on their mechanical bodies too extensive for their standard regenerative functions. The Paladin was like a one man army, using his experience and sheer melee firepower to deal serious damage to the Necron he was engaged with.

However, the Immortals did succeed in pinning him down. He was unable to move closer to the Necron Lord, forced to work his way slowly through the wall of metal bodies. Until his unlikely ally made his appearance, fully abusing the Necron's single-minded focus on Valentus. A couple of well-placed blows disrupted the Necron formation and freed up Valentus to move forward. He silently offered a prayer to the God Emperor, considering this gesture of assistance a manifestation of his Emperor's protection.

Now once more the Emperor faced the threat of entering melee with Valentus, as the armoured Paladin marched forth. And whilst the Necron Lord's body was far more durable and capable than that of his soldiers, the prospect of close quarters with the hulking psychic tank was a daunting one, even if Valentus was beginning to slow down.

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@Punished Homura
Asura's most low-powered form was able to rip his way through a monster the size of a city with ease, and managed to destroy a monstrous being more-less the size of the moon. That's the weakest you ever see him in the game. If his Vajira form also appears, he's potentially able to destroy planet-sized objects. These forms are weak only due to the comparison to his later forms.

However, I understand your point.

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@Vocab@Cuccoruler@Kael Taiyou@Eviledd1984@Moonlit Sonata@Lmpkio@Yidhra
[New York, New Imperial Palace]
Nova looked up over the group gathered below. He had received no serious responses on his offer of interdimensional alliance. But then again, none of these individuals believed themselves qualified to represent their reality. But for now, they would form his tools in cleansing this world. He would have plenty of time to establish his base of operations, as he attempted to discover how to travel between dimensions. It was something he had never attempted, but his presence here proved that it must be possible. Either through his arcane prowess, or through his technological genius, he would forge a path back to Terra.

Of course, that was when the intruder entered the scene. The stranger emanated a powerful aura, and the God Emperor could sense he held some form of power. But like many of those present, his power was alien to the psyker. His name was Xellos, and he was servant to another he held in high regard. Even now Nova could sense the bonds between servant and master. But he was also able to tell that Xellos did not come with pure intentions, although his intentions were not destructive. "I have no time to deal with the trivialities, servant. If you are here on your master's business, then bide her to meet me in person. If you are here on business of your own, then mind that you keep your hands to yourself. I care not for trickery, nor deceit, and should you prove to be a nuisance I shall find no compunction with eliminating you from this world." It was perhaps an abrupt threat, but the Emperor had lived in a world of warfare and destruction. Any hint of possible hostility needed to be shut down immediately.

Furthermore, and perhaps more importantly, the malignant forces he had previously sensed remained on this world. An evil presence had engaged in combat in a different area of the city. However, the Emperor did not wish to intervene in person. In order to discover by what means he and his companions had been pulled into this world he would need absolute concentration. He would meditate on the matter from within the walls of his newly created palace, and discover how to forge a path back to his world. But he could tell that this presence was a threat, and would grow ever stronger with time. Evil could not be allowed to take root, lest it grow as a weed. Thus he reached the conclusion that he would need to take on the general's mantle, to guide his 'troops' into battle.

"My friends, I can sense an evil presence engaged in combat within this city. I cannot tell whether darkness or light shall prevail in this battle, but the life of an innocent being is at stake. Whilst I cannot personally intervene, I would ask that those of you willing to fight for a stranger's safety step forward. That we might save an individual, and prevent evil from taking root in this world." He looks over to Ryu, Gojira, Yoh, Kirby, Melting Point, Jolyne, Lapis Lazuli, Akina, and Wynn. "I am capable of transporting you to any location in this city, and to return you to this location at will. If you wish to assist this individual, I can grant you transportation to her location. Should you wish to have nothing to do with this, I can grant you safe haven within these walls, or transportation to any location you would prefer." He made his offer, already knowing how those present would react. After all, he was psychic.