In the World of Sword and Magic as Space Marine

"Tiamat. The Dragon Queen, the mother of all evil dragons and the evil bitch sister of the Bahamut the Dragon God. You want me to kill her?" William couldn't believe what the Star Child just told him. Tiamat, the five-headed queen of the chromatic dragons is a top-tier challenge for D&D players and requires long preparation, possibly a year or more. The last time William and his party attempted to take her down, the entire party ended up becoming the red dragon's dinner.

"No, not that Tiamat. I'm talking about the Tiamat from the Babylonia back in old Terra. Of course, I'm talking about a five-headed dragon queen! Why do you think I have native gods of this world to send their agents and collect all five dragon masks and an Orb of Dragonkind?" Star Child said to William as he show the picture of the dragon queen in her dragon form. The picture itself looked very similar to the official D&D Tiamat but with legions of dragons in the background.

"You know she can't die permanently right? There is no way I can kill her for good, not to mention she can summon an army of evil dragons to make her own colors of the rainbow. Why not just invite her brother as well? I'm sure killing them both will give me a decent space-worthy vessel for us to escape this world. That is if anyone of us survives, that is." What William said is true. The risk is very high and possibly deadly but the reward might be enough for William to mass all of his troops in one ticket to leave this world. Just one Emperor's battleship would have enough rooms and spaces to transport all of William's troops, equipment, and supplies to set sail into void space.

"I didn't say anything about killing the Dragon Queen. What I want you to do is defeat her just once. Just bomb the living hell out of her right after she jumps out of nine hells." William knew Star Child's plan require heavy changes and plan but heavy artillery bombardment and a massive amount of bolters could do some damage to the Dragon Queen.

'I'm gonna need some anti-air and explosive ammunitions for this.' William made note of supplies he will need in the future and changed the subject that he will be facing tomorrow.

"The tomorrow's battle. I will be facing the Death Guards, the 14th legion, and possibly the most destructive traitor Space Marines not just for my army but for everything around. Will they be the last traitor legion or will there be more in the future?" William's question at the end paused the Star Child as he knew what waits for William after tomorrow's campaign. Unknown to William and every mortal in this world, the biggest warp portal located on the dark side of the second moon unleashed the first wave of Chaos Warfleet two months ago. Thankfully, the intervention from the Trazyn the Infinite and his small fleet of Necron warships managed to stop the invasion but cost the Overlord his fleet and his flagship heavily damaged. (Check chapter 53, right after Trazyn the Infinite regains his consciousness in his backup body)

"You will face the last traitor legion tomorrow in this world but more will come from the void. You might want to hurry up with defeating the evil bitch and getting some spaceships." With that, Star Child snaps his fingers, sending William back to his reality. The newly promoted Chapter Master didn't need to know about recently raised four Chaos daemons armies or a demon prince forcing his way to the mortal realm to challenge the invasive Chaos pests. Let them fight each other and have local deities sort the leftovers with their holy champions. He has more important things to do, especially the new vessel brewing inside of Rana's body.

'I might need a backup plan just in case.' With great concern and unable to clearly see the future, Star Child decided to make a few additional plans just in case. One particular plan involves Jokaero, one angry inquisitor, 30 veteran guardsmen, and a ship belonging to a rogue trader.

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William woke up in the middle of the night after gasping for air. His return trip to the mortal realm was a quick one but for some reason it was rough. It took a few seconds for William to recognize where he was as he was in his personal chamber, in his bed, naked and next to the most beautiful woman sleeping next to him.

William recalled everything and was glad that his personal chamber was sound and shake-proof. William quietly watched Rana sleep in peace and move a few strains of hair from her face. For a short moment, William forgot about everything that happened to him and simply absorb the moment he truly felt at peace.

"Why are you staring at me?" Rana spoke while her eyes were closed. She somehow knew William was watching her in the middle of the night and William didn't realize she was awake.

"I'm sorry, I was just…"

"You don't have to explain it to me. I know what you are thinking."

"You do?"

"Yes, you big dummy. I'm a living saint. I can read your mind."

"You can?"

"Nope. I was kidding, but I do have superhuman stamina and am ready for a second round if you want."

"Oh, you are going to pay for that." With a big smile on his face, William kiss the most beautiful woman and began the second round starting with roleplaying. This time as Schola Progenium cadet and Adepta Sororitas recruit.

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Meanwhile, opposite side of the Mortal realm.

Six Balors entered the battlefield and began to devastate the Chaos forces with flaming whips and swords buzzing with lighting. They didn't charge head-on into the battlefield by themselves. By nature, Balor is a schemer so, they each summoned minor demons and Tanar'ri to be their frontliners while taking out enemies from mid-range using spells.

Aside from the squad of Balors, Orcus the Lord of the Undead did according to his given title. By summoning an army of undead of all kinds, the battlefield was swarmed with the undead, lich, vampires, death knights, deadlock, and other various undead monsters a mortal can't imagine. It didn't end with the undead for Orcus, the cult of the Goat's Head, and a large number of necromancers seeking praise from the demon lord joining the fight, summoning the endless number of undead and providing bodies to be replaced if needed.

"We are being pushed back. How are we being pushed back?" The Champion of Slaanesh panicked as he cut the corpse golem in half using his claw hand. Around him, his daemon minions fell left and right as they are overwhelmed by the enemy forces.

At first, four Chaos armies easily handle the initial conflict with ease but as time passed, the enemy number didn't show any sign of depletion. On the other hand, Chaos armies were lacking reinforcement due to limited warp energy provided by their masters. If this fight was conducted in the Immaterium, it would be a different story as they would be surrounded by their masters' power and domain.

The Champion of Slaanesh pulls back from the frontline just a little to see the enemy side. What he saw was a never-ending field of undead and giant monsters of the unknown. By the look of things, the enemy number increased tenfold and it doesn't look like they are going to fall back.

"What are those fools doing? Am I going to do all the work?" The Champion of Slaanesh said to himself as he order a dozen Seeker Chariot of Slaanesh to clear the path of undead skeletons in front of him. The chariots quickly change direction and mow hundreds of skeletons with ease. That is until five undead giants began to crush incoming chariots like sand castles.

Seeing how the problem just escalated, the Champion of Slaanesh decided to take it into the air by flapping his wings. This was his last mistake as he became a primary target in the air as countless necromancers and worshipers of Orcus with magic affinity cast magic missiles in massive numbers.

Reazling too late, the Champion of Slaanesh attempt to dodge the incoming magic attack but is unable to do so. His beautiful body end up pierced with magic missiles and just managed to hover in the air with purple blood pouring out all over his body.

"What was that?" These were the last words the Champion spoke before a massive pillar of fire burned the champion into ashes. Lowering his wand, Orcus redirects his attention from the weakest opponent to the physically powerful daemon prince as the Champion of Khorne slashes left and right with his two-handed sword.

Meanwhile, the Champion of Tzeentch is somewhat managing even though his magic is limited. He managed to cast multiple vortex spells to lessen enemy numbers but it was useless as more were summoned from the Abyss by the powerful demons.

As for Champion of Nurgle, he was the most useless one on the battlefield. None of the diseases did anything to the undead and demons of this world were immune to poisons and diseases. The living ones that turned into zombies didn't last that long as these undead join the opposite side since their lord was the literal master of the undead. In that logic, the Champion of Nurgle struggles most to stand his ground against an army immune to his powerful trait.

The next champion to fall is Khorne's as Orcus himself steps forward to fight the champion in one on one duel. Seeing the challenge, the Champion of Khrone wields his large sword to cut the giant demon lord into pieces.

"I, the Champion of Khrone will take your skull for my master's collection of skulls. Blood for the blood god!" Champion unleashes his roar to terrify his opponent's will but to his surprise, the demon lord simply laughs and lowers his skull wand to the edge of his handle.

"Oh, I like what you just said. 'Blood for the blood god'. Now, that is a good warcry for the blood lord of the 13th layer of the Abyss. I will be using that from now on." Orcus step forward and before the champion could do anything the Wand of Orcus smack his jaw, throwing him backward.

The champion quickly got up and swiftly move forward to fight the giant bloodthirster-looking demon. Unknown to the champion, Orcus is both a powerful fighter and a magic user. Summoning a magical sword into his free hand, the demon lord counters the champion's multiple attacks and delivers his own to the champion at the same time. Both warriors seem to be evenly matched but to the Champion of Khrone, he knew he was being played around by this demon. The strength and speed between them were completely different and his strength was beginning to drain for some reason.

"I grow tired of this game. You are not a worthy opponent to be standing against me." Orcus announce his disappointment and use his tail to grip the champion's waist. With one mighty swing, Orcus threw the champion to the ground and place one of his hoove onto the champion's chest. Before the champion could do anything, Orcus slam his wand into the champion's face multiple times, each delivering a powerful blow and draining the champion's energy like a sponge.

Champion of Khrone died with his skull crushed and his remaining force began to shake as mightly Orcus roared, trembling the very heaven itself with an aura of death. Following their master's example, demons of all kinds began to fight harder and without fear of falling as their master's punishment is much more painful than death itself.

"We are so screwed. We have to retreat!" Champion of Tzeentch communicate to his remaining fellow champion through telepathy but it was too late. Few of the Balors managed to breach the frontline and cast powerful fire spells onto the Champion of Nurgle's army. The problem of fire usually can be withstood but this is hellfire and this usually last as long as the target turns into ash in the end.

Resisting the damage with an unimaginable will, the Champion of Nurgle stands his ground until two flaming whips wrap around his neck, and stomach. The champion didn't feel pain but knew this would be painful if it wasn't for his gift. A second later, two Balors pull the flaming whips with all their might, decapitating the champion's head and body apart and killing him effectively.

"Shit…" Champion of Tzeentch, the last champion to stand on the battlefield realized his master's mistake. He and his fellow champions were sent to conquer the new world but instead, they end up becoming unnecessary casualties of the Great Game that was outside of usual boundaries. His god wasn't watching over him, the warp energy he brought with him is almost depleted and there is no outside source of magic to survive the battle. Simply put, Champion of Tzeentch is screwed from the start.

The last champion perished with powerful magic hitting him underneath as pure negative energy wash away his existence. No magical barrier or protection could do anything as most were shattered or long gone during battle. Looking in front of him before darkness consumed him, the champion saw the demon lord pointing his skull wand at him with a big smile on his face.

"Now, die little mouse," Orcus said to the Champion of Tzeentch as the champion's body disintegrate into nothingness. The battle of demons ended with Orcus as victor and enforcing his position as demon lord of the Forgotten Realms.

"Blood for the blood lord!" Orcus shouts his new warcry, shaking the darkened sky while very earth cracks open with fire and smoke emerges. With four Chaos armies defeated, Orcus once again sense local magic and pesky living beings around him, that is until he sensed small foreign energy far away across the mortal realm.

"Let the gods fear my might! Kill everything and bring me death! No living beings will survive my reign. No one!" The death march begins as an army of the dead and worshipers follow their master as Orcus marches towards something far and foreign magic which he swears to kill as its existence bothers him to his core.

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