The vast expanse of space stretched before Hariko Lee, the captain of the Holy City Css Fgship, as it hurtled through the void at unimaginable speeds. Beneath him, the gravitational pulse cannons of the fleet were ready to unleash devastation. The 4000 S1 to S3 Cosmos Dreadnoughts, each equipped with Gravitational Pulse Cannons, loomed in formation behind him. Hariko's eyes scanned the holographic dispys, reflecting the strategic positioning of his forces. The dreadnoughts' range alone was enough to instill fear across the stars, capable of dragging entire enemy fleets into a vortex of gravitational destruction. Their gravitational forces could tear apart even the most formidable fleets, slinging them across the void at speeds faster than light.

  Anna, the chief scientist, stood beside Hariko, her fingers dancing across the data screens with practiced ease. "The S1 Dreadnoughts are the backbone of our fleet," she expined, her voice steady. "Their railguns can fire projectiles at four times the speed of light, obliterating anything in their path. The S2 and S3 variants offer greater firepower, and with the addition of the Gravitational Pulse Cannons, we're looking at total dominance in space combat."

  Hariko nodded, his gaze never leaving the holographic map. "And the Imperial Guard? How are they faring with the defensive positions?"

  Anna's eyes flicked to another screen, where the 1,152,000 soldiers of the Imperial Guard were in position. "They've set up a perimeter around the city—2,000 Fk 88s deployed, 2,500 K3 tanks ready for combat, and 4,000 of the finest soldiers are prepared to deploy in defense of Dragnos."

  "Good," Hariko said, tapping a button on his console. "Let’s begin the assault. Initiate fleet advance."

  With a commanding gesture, the entire fleet sprang into motion. The 1,000 S1 escort ships—ranging from nimble frigates to colossal battleships—arrived in mere fractions of a second, the S2 ships arriving in 0.70 seconds, and the S3 ships in 0.60 seconds. Within moments, the vast holy fleet had converged on Dragnos, the capital of the Elvendragon Empire. Their ships opened fire on the demonic S1 and S2 ships that awaited them, unching torrents of energy that illuminated the cold void.

  However, the enemy was not unprepared. From the demonic ships emerged a horde of soldiers, their eyes glowing a blood-red hue. These warriors, under the influence of Satanel—the Ruler of War and Bloodshed—were fierce, aggressive, and wielded weapons that fired dark psma. Their ughter echoed across the battlefield, a chorus of madness in the void. They were the st remnants of Satanel's corrupted forces.

  Hariko’s expression remained stoic as he observed the battlefield. He knew that these warriors were formidable—fueled by dark power and an insatiable thirst for bloodshed. They were not to be underestimated.

  "Hariko," a voice crackled through his comms. It was Rakus William, leading the Imperial Marines. "We've established a perimeter. Our psma chainswords are cutting through their lines, but they keep coming. They're relentless."

  "We need to finish this," Hariko replied. "Bring down the full force of the fleet. I’ll be on the ground to assist."

  As the battle raged on above, Hariko’s Holy City Css Fgship descended toward the surface of Dragnos. The ship's 14,000 standard 6,000-millimeter cannons, 20,000 psma cannons, and 1,000 railguns continued to fire from above, raining destruction on the demonic forces below. The 700 wrap anti-aircraft cannons added to the chaos, firing a barrage of wrap bullets mixed with lerium, which penetrated the demonic ships' shields with ease.

  On board the fgship, 500 million Servitors—human-like robots—moved swiftly and efficiently. They tended to the sprawling farms and gardens inside the Holy City, ensuring that food was always avaible for the crew. The massive fleet of 1,800 km troop carriers, carrying the Imperial Guard, began unloading their soldiers, who rapidly prepared for the upcoming ground assault. The Imperial Marines and the Sisters of Faith, including their powerful Psma Chainswords, began deploying to critical locations.

  Hariko sat in his command chair, staring at the massive battle unfolding before him. "Any word from the Spider Queen?" he asked, his tone steady but curious.

  "Yes," came the reply from the Spider Queen herself, her mechanical voice cool and composed. "I've received an SOS signal from Dragnos. It's coming from 250 million light-years away. The situation is dire—the Elvendragon Empire is losing control of their capital. The demonic forces have summoned greater demons and lesser demons. We must act swiftly."

  Hariko frowned. "Can your 7th Fleet aid them? We need to move fast."

  The Spider Queen paused for a moment, assessing the situation. "Yes, my fleet is ready. We have already begun preparations for a rescue operation. However, we will need to intercept the demonic forces before they can complete their ritual."

  "Send them in," Hariko ordered, his voice unwavering. "I’ll go to the surface myself. We can't afford to lose this world."

  Meanwhile, on the ground, the Imperial Marines led by Rakus William were in full combat mode. Psma Chainswords tore through the ranks of the demonic warriors with precision, cutting down anything in their path. "Keep pushing forward!" Rakus shouted, his voice a battle cry that reverberated across the battlefield. "The Imperial Guard is with us! For the Empire!"

  The ground forces moved with precision, the K3 tanks rolling forward to clear a path, their massive barrels aimed at any incoming threats. As Hariko’s fgship descended, the ground troops prepared to nd and aid the surviving Elvendragon citizens. The chaos of battle was all-consuming, but Hariko had a singur purpose: to liberate Dragnos.

  As the fgship made its nding on the outskirts of the capital, Hariko donned his armor. His focus was unwavering—he would not allow this world to fall into darkness. The forces of Satanel, though numerous and fierce, would not stop him. The time had come to strike at the heart of the enemy and drive them from Dragnos.

  "All units, prepare for assault," Hariko ordered, his voice booming across the comms. "We liberate Dragnos today."

  The soldiers of the Empire surged forward, their weapons bzing as they charged into the heart of the battle. Hariko, leading the charge, made his way toward the capital’s central pza. It would be here that they would make their stand against the dark forces of Satanel. Here, Hariko would fight to protect the innocent and recim Dragnos for the Elvendragon Empire.

  But as he moved forward, a chilling ugh echoed from the distance—the unmistakable sound of Satanel’s influence. The ruler of bloodshed and war had arrived. The final battle for Dragnos was about to begin.

  The skies above Dragnos were abze with the fshing beams of weaponized psma as Hariko Lee's forces, along with the Imperial Guard, advanced through the ruined capital. The Imperial Marines, under the command of Rakus William, cut through the enemy’s forces with brutal efficiency. Psma Chainswords swung, tearing through the enemy ranks, while the massive K3 tanks crushed any demonic fortifications in their path. The energy of the Imperial forces was palpable, each soldier driven by the promise of victory.

  But then, the ground beneath them trembled with the thunderous sound of bombers in the sky. The momentary quiet of their advance was shattered as dozens of Falk50 Bombers, flying the banners of Satanel’s Chaos followers, appeared from the clouds like harbingers of doom.

  "Incoming!" shouted Rakus as the ground began to crack, and the first bombs hit the earth with earth-shaking explosions. The air itself seemed to bend and twist under the force of the demonic assault. Explosions erupted across the battlefield, tearing apart the advancing Imperial forces and shaking the very foundations of the capital.

  The Falk50s, engineered by the Chaos god followers, unleashed a barrage of demonic-infused ordnance. Their bombs were not just explosive—they were imbued with dark energies that disintegrated the flesh of any living being they touched, leaving only scorched earth behind. The Imperial Guard’s defensive positions were obliterated in moments, the tanks and soldiers caught in the massive firestorm.

  Rakus, pinned down by the intensity of the attack, saw the remnants of the Imperial Guard’s first defense line falling apart. "We can't hold here!" he yelled into his comms. "We need backup, now!"

  Hariko Lee, already aware of the situation, made a quick decision. The Imperial forces were now on the back foot, unable to advance further without support. "Rakus," Hariko said over the comms, his voice as calm as ever. "Fire the fre."

  Rakus hesitated for a moment, before nodding. He pulled out an interstelr fre from his belt—a brilliant, glowing sphere capable of calling for reinforcements across vast distances of space. With a swift motion, Rakus fired the fre into the sky, and within moments, the sky above them seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy.

  Suddenly, a ripple of space-time distorted the battlefield, and the 7th Robotic Spider Hive Fleet emerged from the warp. The fleet’s massive ships, bristling with weaponry and crawling with mechanical spiders, appeared in orbit above Dragnos. They were a terrifying sight, but their arrival was the turning point Hariko had been waiting for.

  A barrage of bombardment rained down from the fleet’s gravitational pulse cannons, tearing through the demonic lines and bsting their fortifications to pieces. The Adires—massive robotic spiders capable of firing robotic spores that turned demons into metallic biomass—began their descent to the surface. As they nded, the very earth trembled, and the frontline began to shift.

  With their enemies in disarray, the Imperial Guard and Imperial Marines, now reinforced by the Hive Fleet’s spider drones, surged forward. The ground was littered with the shattered remnants of demonic forces, but the true battle had yet to begin.

  As Rakus and his troops advanced, they neared the first trench—an underground defense line the invaders had carved into the heart of the pnet. But something was wrong. The enemy had gone silent. Demonic warriors, their eyes glowing a sickening red, suddenly emerged from the earth, wielding weapons of nightmare and fury. They surged forward, abandoning their underground positions for a brutal hand-to-hand combat.

  The enemy was not retreating. They were fighting with desperation, turning the once-secure trench into a bloody killing ground. The Imperial Marines were the first to respond, charging forward with their psma chainswords ignited, slicing through the demonic forces with unrelenting power. Each ssh was a death sentence for the invaders, but the demons fought with savage strength, each one desperate to carve out a piece of the living.

  "Hold the line!" Rakus shouted as he led his Marines into the fray. His chainsword whirred as it tore through the flesh of a demon, the bde glowing hot with the energy of battle. "We can’t let them push us back!"

  The battle raged for what seemed like hours, but the Imperial Marines, fueled by their determination and the reinforcements from the Hive Fleet, held their ground. The 7th Robotic Hive Fleet dropped more troops, turning the battlefield into a brutal melee where demons were turned into metallic biomass with every shot fired. The mechanical spider drones scuttled across the field, their cws and mandibles carving through the invaders with precision.

  By the end of the first hour, the demonic forces had been decimated. But it wasn’t over. The Imperial forces, while victorious in this battle, had not yet recimed the entire pnet. The Hive Fleet’s Adires continued to rain down robotic spores, transforming any demons caught in their wake into metallic husks. The frontline was littered with the remains of enemies who had been turned into robotic insects.

  It took a grueling two years of brutal, unrelenting combat to finally retake Dragnos. During that time, the 7th Robotic Hive Fleet had developed new strategies to combat the demonic forces. The robotic insect units they created were capable of not just fighting the demons but consuming their spiritual and physical forms, making them an ideal weapon against Satanel’s forces.

  During this campaign, the Hive Fleet’s technology evolved, creating specialized units capable of eating the demon spiritual form and physically consuming their bodies. These new robotic creations were known as Insect Biomass Processors. They were capable of disassembling the very essence of the demonic invaders, turning them into nothing more than fuel for the Hive.

  The battle did not end with Dragnos. The 7th Robotic Hive Fleet gave chase to the remaining demonic forces, hunting them down across the Wrap Gaxy. There, a war began for one of Satanel’s world—the world that had served as the center of his corruption. The Hive Fleet would not stop until every trace of Satanel’s influence was eradicated.

  In the darkest reaches of the gaxy, the Hive Fleet deployed robotic insect warriors, known as Adires, to continue the fight. These creatures would consume the remnants of the demonic forces, turning them into biomass and creating new, more powerful creatures to meet the needs of the frontline.

  As the battle for Dragnos came to an end and the war for Satanel’s world began, Hariko Lee stood at the helm of his Holy City Css Fgship, watching as the st remnants of the enemy were consumed by the Hive Fleet’s robotic creatures.

  "This is far from over," he muttered to himself, his eyes reflecting the endless war that y ahead. "But Dragnos is safe. And soon, Satanel’s reign will come to an end."

  The war for the gaxy had only just begun.

  The 7th Robotic Hive Fleet descended upon the shattered remains of a demonic world, its orbiting ships casting long shadows across the ravaged surface. Hariko Lee, standing at the helm of his fgship, began to use the wrap comms to give orders within the wrap gaxy which allowed him to watch through the viewport of the robotic spider hive fleet on the pnet below writhed with the presence of the demonic invaders. The air smelled of burnt flesh, charred earth, and the unmistakable stench of decay, the aftermath of thousands of years of demonic corruption.

  This world—one of many under Satanel’s dominion—was teeming with demonic forces. Lesser Demons, mere children in their twisted hierarchy, skittered across the ndscape, their forms distorting under the sickly red sky. But they were not alone. As the fleet entered the pnet's atmosphere, the presence of more powerful entities surged—Greater Demons, Arch Demons, and even older, far more formidable beings: Vice Presidents and Presidents of the demonic realms. It was a brutal world, ruled by death, rage, and chaos.

  Rakus William, now commanding a detachment of Imperial Marines alongside the robotic drones of the Hive Fleet, readied himself for the worst. His voice crackled over the comms as the massive ships of the Hive Fleet began to descend toward the pnet’s surface, unloading legions of spider drones and robotic insect warriors.

  "This isn't going to be a clean fight," Rakus muttered to himself, gncing at the visual scans of the battlefield. Lesser Demons were already massing near the nding zones. The battle was about to begin.

  The first wave of robotic Adires—massive mechanical spiders—nded on the surface with a deafening crash. Their robotic spores sprayed across the field, transforming Lesser Demons into grotesque, metallic husks within moments. But as the swarm of robotic warriors advanced, they were met with the searing heat of demonic fire. Plumes of dark psma surged from the ground, striking the advancing forces with deadly accuracy.

  "Sweep the perimeter!" Rakus barked, his chainsword already humming with energy. His forces surged forward, cshing with the Lesser Demon Soldiers in brutal hand-to-hand combat. The Lesser Demons, only 20 years old and barely more than children in their twisted hierarchy, fought with desperation. Their weapons—dark psma spewing from strange, bone-like guns—sshed through the air, striking the advancing forces. But the Imperial Marines were relentless, cutting through them with deadly precision.

  Behind them, the robotic insect warriors of the Hive Fleet began to deploy, their mechanical legs scuttling across the battlefield. These Insect Biomass Processors tore through the battlefield, devouring the remains of the Lesser Demons, transforming them into biomass for the Hive. As the Adires fired their robotic spores, more and more of the Lesser Demons were turned into metal, their organic forms becoming twisted versions of their former selves.

  The battle escated quickly.

  "Look out!" shouted one of Rakus’s lieutenants as a massive Greater Demon Soldier emerged from the ruins, swinging its jagged cws with terrifying force. The creature, over 100 years old, towered over the battlefield, its body covered in spikes and dark, molten armor. Its eyes glowed red, full of hatred.

  With a feral scream, the Greater Demon Soldier charged, smashing through the ranks of the robotic warriors. The impact was felt for miles, sending shockwaves through the ground.

  But Rakus was not deterred. With a savage roar, he charged forward, his chainsword bzing as he leaped onto the demon's back. In an instant, his sword cut through the creature's thick hide, carving through muscle and bone. The Greater Demon Soldier howled in pain, its body writhing, but Rakus did not stop. His Marines advanced, swarming the demon, tearing it apart with brutal efficiency.

  But as the Greater Demon fell, the Arch Demons began to emerge—two of them, towering, their skin bckened by eons of corruption. Their wings fred wide, casting enormous shadows across the battlefield.

  "Arch Demons," Rakus hissed. "Brace yourselves."

  The Arch Demons, standing over 300 years old, were the true lieutenants of Satanel's forces. Their weapons—bdes forged in the heart of dying stars—sliced through the Imperial forces with a grace that was both terrifying and deadly. They moved like predators, every step calcuted and precise.

  But they were not prepared for the brutal onsught that came next. From above, the 7th Robotic Hive Fleet unleashed a hail of bombardment from their gravitational pulse cannons, tearing apart the demonic strongholds. A wave of robotic insects, fueled by the Insect Biomass Processors, surged toward the Arch Demons, overwhelming them with sheer numbers and power.

  The battle between the mechanical and the demonic was a csh of titans. The Arch Demons fought back fiercely, but the tide was turning in favor of the Hive Fleet’s relentless swarm.

  As Rakus pressed forward, cutting down demon after demon, the battlefield became a grotesque blend of organic and mechanical carnage. Greater Demons fought with unimaginable fury, but they were being consumed by the unrelenting force of the Hive. The battlefield was littered with the remains of demons who had been devoured and transformed by the Hive Fleet’s robotic spores.

  "Keep pushing! The frontlines are ours!" Rakus shouted, leading his Marines into the heart of the demonic city.

  As the battle raged on, the Vice Presidents—demons who had lived for 500 to 600 years—emerged from their hidden strongholds. These were the regional lords, the upper echelons of Satanel’s demonic hierarchy. The robotic spider drones and Adires fought tooth and nail with these formidable foes, but the tide was slowly turning.

  The Demonic President—a towering figure over 700 years old—stood behind the battlefield, watching as the forces of the Hive Fleet tore through his troops. With a furious roar, he summoned his elite guard, the Seven Princes of Spiritual Sins, ancient demons who had lived for millennia and were bound by the deepest powers of the Chaos Realm.

  But the 7th Robotic Hive Fleet was not about to be stopped. Rakus, now with the power of the Imperial Marines and the Hive Fleet, led the charge as his forces surged forward, cshing with the Seven Princes. The battlefield became a storm of destruction as the robotic insect warriors tore into the Princes of Spiritual Sins, devouring their forces and transforming their physical forms into biomass.

  After weeks of brutal combat, the pnet fell. The st of the Primordials—the original demons—were hunted down. These ancient beings, born at the dawn of creation, were unlike any demons the Hive had faced before. But the relentless advance of the 7th Robotic Hive Fleet, with its superior numbers and brutal tactics, finally overcame them. Even these primordial beings were not immune to the ravenous hunger of the Hive.

  The Adires, now far more advanced in their design, had begun to develop new robotic insect types that consumed the demons not just physically but spiritually as well. The Insect Biomass Processors had adapted further, creating new forms that could not only consume the demonic bodies but also their very souls, turning them into nothing more than fuel for the Hive’s endless war.

  With the st of the Primordials consumed, the world of Dragnos—once a beacon of demonic corruption—had been cleansed. The 7th Robotic Hive Fleet had cimed victory. The demonic forces were defeated, consumed, and reformed into something far more terrifying.

  But this victory came at a cost. The 7th Robotic Hive Fleet had suffered casualties. They had not just fought for a pnet but for the very existence of the gaxy. With Satanel’s forces now broken, the Hive Fleet’s new goal was clear: no demon, no matter how ancient, would ever again threaten the bance of the gaxy. The war for the demonic realms had only just begun, and the 7th Robotic Hive Fleet would continue to advance, swallowing the darkness and turning it into their own unrelenting power.

  And so, the Hive marched forward, into the heart of the Wrap Gaxy.

  The time had come. After years of intense, brutal combat, the Wrap Gaxy was finally pacified. The 7th Robotic Hive Fleet had consumed, eradicated, and reshaped the demonic forces, leaving behind nothing but ash, metal, and the remnants of a shattered world. The battle had raged for only two years on the ground, but it felt as though centuries had passed. The victory was hard-won, but the cost had been immense.

  Hariko Lee stood at the helm of his fgship, his gaze fixated on the vast expanse of stars outside the viewport. His mind was troubled. The war for the demonic worlds was over, but a deeper conflict loomed on the horizon—one that had been growing steadily in the shadows.

  "Order the withdrawal," Hariko commanded, his voice cold and distant. "All human forces are to return. Leave the 7th Robotic Hive Fleet to continue their conquest. They’ve done their part, and now it’s time for us to move on."

  The tactical officer, still recovering from the endless battles they had fought, hesitated for a moment before complying. The fleet’s orders were clear: the Imperial Marines, the Sisters of Faith, and all human factions under Hariko’s command were to abandon the Wrap Gaxy, leaving the Hive Fleet to finish what they had started. There would be no more direct involvement from Hariko’s forces. The robotic spider fleet would continue their campaign on their own terms, and the human forces would make their exit.

  The ships of the Imperial Fleet began to shift into formation, preparing for the jump. Hariko Lee had made the decision to retreat for a reason—a reason only he fully understood. The war with the demonic forces was but one chapter of a much rger, far more dangerous story. But now, as his fleet moved through the warp gates, he couldn't shake the feeling that their exit would leave more than just an empty battlefield.

  200 years passed in the blink of an eye. For Hariko and his fleet, time had moved differently. What felt like mere months to them had been centuries outside the Wrap Gaxy. The Imperial Forces were far from the conflict now. They had disappeared into the gaxy's reaches, waiting, watching for a moment when they would be needed again. But they had left something behind—something far more dangerous than the demons they had fought.

  In the cold, forgotten corners of the gaxy, in a system far to the east of the Milky Way, a message arrived.

  Message Received:

  From: Anna BkeTo: Hariko LeeSubject: The Fallen God of the Empire

  Hariko,

  I know you have been waiting, though I’m unsure for what. There is a new crisis at hand, and you must come quickly. The world of Vimos, located due east of the Milky Way, is now at the heart of a conspiracy. Two troop carriers filled with Imperial Guard forces—soldiers you once led—have arrived, and they are calling you the Fallen God of the Empire.

  The traitors have made their move. They have corrupted the hearts of your former soldiers, and they have already begun sowing discord within the ranks. They are pnning something far worse than any war we’ve fought before. We need you to lead us again. The people need a savior, and I fear that if you do not return, the Empire will fall.

  Please, Hariko. The Imperial Fleet will begin arriving at the coordinates from 0.80 to 0.60 seconds from now. I need you to come back. The gaxy still remembers you.

  Anna Bke

  Hariko read the message, his face unreadable. He had known this moment would come, but he had hoped it would be much farther off. The traitors—those who had once followed him with loyalty—were now turning on the very empire he had built. And yet, they had made a fatal mistake. They had underestimated him.

  "Prepare the fleet for immediate departure," Hariko ordered, his voice steady, yet tinged with an underlying fury. "Set a course for the Vimos System. It’s time to show them why they called me the Fallen God."

  The Imperial Fleet—once a massive force of humanity—was now but a fraction of what it had once been. Hariko’s return to the Vimos System would not be a simple task. He could feel the weight of the years pressing down on him as he stood before the massive viewport of his fgship. He had seen it all—the rise of the Chaos Demons, the fall of the Imperial forces, and the rise of new empires built on ashes. But now, it was his turn to lead again.

  "Send the message to the fleet," Hariko said, his tone resolute. "Prepare for battle. We are going to recim what was lost."

  As the Imperial Fleet began to enter the warp, Hariko could feel the eyes of the gaxy upon him. There were whispers in the dark corners of the universe, rumors of the Fallen God of the Empire returning to take back what was rightfully his. The gaxy, for all its vastness, had never forgotten the name of Hariko Lee.

  Meanwhile, back on the Vimos World, chaos was brewing. The two troop carriers that had arrived were filled with the Imperial Guard—once a proud force of warriors loyal to Hariko—but now twisted by the influence of the traitors. They had spread their influence far and wide, corrupting the forces that had once been Hariko’s greatest strength.

  The traitors, cloaked in the shadows of power, had begun their pn to destabilize the Empire, starting with the Vimos System. But they had miscalcuted. They had thought Hariko Lee would be a distant memory, lost to time, but they had failed to understand that Hariko was a force of nature, and nothing—least of all traitors—could erase his legacy.

  As Hariko’s fleet began to exit the warp, the gaxy of Vimos came into view. The battle was set to begin. With every passing moment, the Imperial Guard forces on Vimos prepared for the coming storm. They believed they were preparing to face just another warlord, another pretender. They had no idea that Hariko Lee, the Fallen God of the Empire, was about to return with a vengeance.

  Within 0.80 to 0.60 seconds, Hariko’s fleet arrived. The forces loyal to him were already on their way, ready to recim the gaxy from the hands of traitors. The traitors who had once sworn loyalty to him now stood on the other side, unaware of the reckoning that was about to unfold. And Hariko, standing tall at the helm of his fgship, could only think of one thing.

  The eerie hum of Hariko Lee's fgship resonated through the cold expanse of space as it entered the outer orbit of Vimos, a pnet that had once stood as a beacon of the Imperial Empire. Now, however, it had fallen into disarray, corrupted by traitors who had turned against the very empire they swore to protect. But the gaxy’s forgotten god was back, and his vengeance would burn through the skies like the rage of a thousand suns.

  "Prepare for nding," Hariko commanded from the command bridge, his voice cold and unwavering. His hands gripped the armrests of the command chair, his eyes narrowing as he observed the swirling green clouds of Vimos's atmosphere on the holomap before him. His fleet—reduced in number but still fearsome—was ready. The traitors, who had once been loyal soldiers, were waiting for his arrival. They would not get the victory they sought.

  In the distance, the small fleet of Imperial Troop Carriers, those that had been turned by the traitors, were already enacting their pns on the surface. The traitors had called themselves the "Ascendants," and now, they had marked Hariko as their greatest enemy. They had heard rumors of his return—the whispers had spread through the gaxy like wildfire. But Hariko wasn’t just any god; he was the god who had built an empire from nothing, who had led armies to victory, who had toppled gods and demons alike. And now, the time for reckoning had come.

  The massive hangar doors of Hariko’s fgship opened, and the sight of his Imperial Fleet taking formation was nothing short of magnificent. The S1 to S3 Css Dreadnoughts—each a force unto itself—began their descent into the atmosphere, their engines roaring as they broke through the clouds. The sleek and fearsome Imperial Marines, cd in their enhanced armor, followed suit. Their boots would soon be on the ground.

  "Send a message to the traitors on the surface," Hariko said with a dark smile. "Tell them that the Fallen God has returned. And this time, I will not show mercy."

  Surface of Vimos

  The pnet was not the lush, peaceful world it once was. Vimos had become a fortress for the Ascendants—a corrupt faction of soldiers who had betrayed their Emperor. The surface was dotted with fortified cities and sprawling military instaltions. As Hariko’s fleet broke through the clouds, anti-aircraft fire erupted from below. The traitors knew what was coming.

  "Anti-air units are opening fire," an officer reported from the bridge. "They’re trying to push us back."

  Hariko gnced at the officer, then at the massive holographic projection of Vimos’s surface. A vast array of military instaltions and cities spread across the pnet, all of them bracing for the invasion. Anti-aircraft guns and shielded turrets began firing up into the sky, but it was futile. The S1 Dreadnoughts were too well-armored and too fast. They shot down the incoming missiles in seconds, using their Gravitational Pulse Cannons to neutralize the defenses from a distance.

  "Let them waste their ammunition," Hariko said, his voice calm. "We’ve come for something much more important."

  Imperial Marines Land

  As the first wave of troops hit the ground, the pnet shook. The Imperial Marines, led by Rakus William, were the vanguard of Hariko’s forces. Their psma chainswords glowed with lethal energy as they disembarked from their transports, quickly securing their nding zones. They moved swiftly, organizing into tight formations to clear out the immediate area. The ground trembled beneath their feet as the massive Dreadnoughts unleashed devastating energy beams, leveling the surrounding military bases. The enemy had no chance of countering such force.

  But even as Hariko’s forces advanced, the traitors were not going to yield without a fight. Lesser Demon Soldiers and Greater Demon Soldiers—twisted, mutated by dark rituals—emerged from hidden bunkers, guns bzing, their monstrous forms charging headlong into the Imperial Marines. The battle began with a fiery ferocity.

  Rakus William led his troops with surgical precision. His psma chainsword whirled through the air, cleaving through demonic soldiers with ease. Each swing of the weapon sent arcs of psma slicing through enemy ranks, while his elite soldiers followed his lead, cutting down the foe in brutal hand-to-hand combat.

  "Keep pushing forward!" Rakus barked into his comm, his voice filled with determination. "We’ve fought worse. These demons are nothing compared to the battles we’ve faced before!"

  Hariko watched the ground assault from his fgship, his face grim. He could see that the Marines were making progress, but the traitors had one advantage: they knew the pnet. The former Imperial soldiers turned Ascendants were entrenched, well-prepared for the invasion.

  The Betrayal Unfolds

  Deep within a fortress city on Vimos, the leader of the Ascendants, Vice President Taelix, watched from his command center as Hariko’s forces nded. Taelix had been one of Hariko’s most trusted generals—until his ambitions turned him to darker paths. His betrayal was a scar upon the Empire, a stain that Hariko would now cleanse.

  "Hariko Lee," Taelix muttered, sneering as he watched the feed from the surface. "The Fallen God has returned. But he will find that even gods can fall."

  Taelix had been preparing for this day for years. He had corrupted the hearts of the Imperial Guard, turned them into fanatical followers, and now, they stood ready to die in his name. He had already aligned himself with the Chaos Gods, knowing that if he could defeat Hariko, he would become the new ruler of the gaxy. But as he watched the might of Hariko’s fleet approach, doubt began to creep into his heart. Hariko had always been more powerful than he had ever imagined.

  Hariko’s Move

  Hariko stepped forward, his voice carrying a cold authority as he spoke into the comm channel.

  "Rakus, I need you to hold your position. We’ll be reinforcing your assault shortly," Hariko ordered.

  With a fierce determination, the Imperial Guard forces that had nded alongside Rakus began advancing through the city streets. They encountered heavy resistance from the Ascendants, who had fortified the city’s streets with traps, barricades, and heavy artillery. But they were no match for the elite forces of the Empire. Hariko’s S1 Dreadnoughts descended from the skies, their railguns decimating the enemy fortifications with a series of thunderous bsts.

  On the ground, the Imperial Marines fought tooth and nail, their enhanced bodies pushing past barricades and through the streets, clearing the city block by block. Every foot of ground was contested, but with every step forward, Hariko’s forces crushed the will of the traitors.

  As the Imperial forces pressed deeper into the heart of the traitor’s territory, Hariko’s fgship loomed overhead, its massive cannons trained on the heart of the city. He was ready for the final strike.

  The Final Push

  The battle reached its apex when Hariko ordered the S3 Dreadnoughts to fire their Gravitational Pulse Cannons directly at the city’s core. The immense power of the cannons tore through the earth beneath, sending shockwaves that rattled the entire continent.

  "Let the traitors feel the wrath of the fallen god," Hariko whispered to himself as he watched the city below begin to crumble.

  The Ascendants, unable to withstand such a powerful assault, began to retreat, but it was too te. Hariko’s forces had already surrounded them. There was no escape.

  Rakus and his Imperial Marines breached the inner sanctum of the fortress, where Vice President Taelix and his most loyal followers waited for their st stand.

  "Taelix!" Rakus shouted, his psma chainsword still crackling with energy. "It’s over!"

  With a final roar of defiance, Taelix lunged forward, but the might of Hariko’s forces was too much. Within moments, the traitor general was cut down, and his forces scattered.

  As the dust settled, Hariko stood victorious on the surface of Vimos. His forces had recimed the pnet, and the traitors who had once been his brothers in arms were no more. The Fallen God had returned, and the gaxy would once again bend to his will.