This chapter gets very insane. I hope you enjoy.

"The emperor has sent down another vengeful force to free us. My brothers it is time to destroy Sadera. May the god emperor be with us." Nicrophorus announcing the beginning of the New Year's rising.

Falmart. Slave pens in Sadera. December 31st. 665 imperial Calendar.

Nicophorus whispered into his fellow slaves' ear "the rumors are true Molt plans on negotiating with the men in blue and the men in green get what weapons we've hidden ready and spread the word. The Slave nodded his head and crawled into another slave pen through a hole in the walls that had been hidden from imperial forces.

"It is true brother. The God Emperor has blessed us." Asked another slave. "Yes Sadera has been brought to its knees by two forces from other worlds. The emperor protects." Nicophorus said in a whisper.

Nicophorus was a veteran of the Arctic war and had fought alongside the slaves at the age of 13 in the first revolt and was one of the few survivors of the siege of Armageddon.

He was now 38 and was hungry for revenge against the false gods of Falmart who brought an end to their glorious crusade of freedom. Now by the blessing of the god emperor two unknown forces had arrived to bring Sadera to its knees it was time to act. A slave whispered to him from the other side of one of the pens.

"We got 50 people on board but the word will keep spreading. When is the go ahead for our revolt." Nicophorus listened and had been planning this revolt with a few trusted others they had manage to steal some weapons from the gladiatorial arena and by some it was just 10 but they would simply steal more weapons from the dead legionaries they killed when things went ahead.

"Prepare to revolt at midnight. The emperor protects." He said. "Understood. The Emperor protects." Whispered the other slave back. The slaves had learned to tell the time through the guard shifts and on the 6th guard shift it would be midnight. All they had to do was wait.

Once they had freed all the slaves and taken out the guards they would spread across the city liberating more slave pens and also take out those rapist pigs in many gangs that plagued Sadera. After this they would find the humans and prostitutes that they had been trafficking and make them join the rising.

He waited until the 6th shift. He and the slaves in his pen were sitting in their own shit and blood and it wasn't uncommon for a female slave to be dragged to be raped by the guards. But while before there may have been horror and sadness now their was endurance.

Much had changed since the first slave revolt and the great crusade. It had forged men and women to be tougher and more patient. They all knew that the god emperor would send aid and he did in the form of those men currently ravaging the empire.

Some of his fellow slaves were freed by them in other pens. Then the 6 shift occurred. "He and his fellow slaves in the pen stealthy picked the locks to their luck; the guards on this shift were drunks and were asleep. Perfect.

Once the lock was picked he and other slavs slit the throats of the guards with a sharp stone while others stole their weapons or got out the knives they'd hidden in their hay beds. "Quick open the other pens." He barked as the other slaves began to open the pens and slave after slave poured out.

"My brothers and sisters we all remembered when the empire imposed their will on us but we fought back many years ago and lost but we have not been broken. Nor will we ever be. Remember the emperor protects. You have either heard the truth or seen it. The gods of Falmart are not divine, they are Xenos. False gods who impose their wills on us common people. The real god is not some cosmic being, he is a man like you and me. A man who achieved Godhood through struggle and pain like we have endured. Let us kill Molt and bring and end to the Heretics and their lies." He said loudly. He answered with a roar. "Death to the false gods and heretics."



Theme for the rising.

The slaves rapidly charged out of the underground pens and killed off another 2 guards and bell hell broke loose.

The Saderan legions, to their surprise and disoriented, were cut down in droves Nicrophorus slid open one's throats shouting "For the emperor!" As his chant was reverted along the revolting slaves.

"By Emory get me out of here." Screamed the terrified legionaries as they broke and ran. The 1st slave pens were now under their control. "Quick take their weapons and move. Spare no legionary, kill them all and move onto the next slave pens in the city." He said as he and the small army that had increased to around 100 slaves ran across the streets of Sadera cutting down any patrolling legionary.

Sadera would burn mark His words the city would.

Falmart. Imperial palace. 12:50 pm January 1st. 666 imperial time.

Molt was rudely awake when one of his guards rushed in. "My liege I'm sorry for waking you but the slaves are revolting." He said panting.

"By Emory what!" Molt thundered

"They've taken the ruins of the outer city of my Liege and are trying to storm the inner city. They number in the thousands." The guard said. Molt jumped up and headed out of his room. First he had to deal with making peace with the organizations and the new faction called the JSDF that appeared out of the gate and now a revolt.

"This isn't a normal revolt in my king as well. It was clearly planned and it's being led by those fanatics that worship the god they call the emperor of man." The guard said as Molt walked down the corridor. "I thought I put an end to those fools when I took the throne during the Arctic war." Molt said, annoyed. "My liege the senate well what remains of it wants to speak with you on how we shall handle revolt." Molt cut him off.

"Send the Wyverns core to liquidate the outer city then send the legions to kill off survivors." He said coldly.

"My liege there are still imperial citizens living in the outer city even in the parts destroyed by the metal birds when they came down on us." The guard said shocked.

"Their lives don't matter, they're all fools. I won't allow myself to lose the capital to a bunch of slaves. It is the greatest humiliation an emperor can endure." Molt said quickly.

"But the families-." The guard said before Molt cut him off. "Whose side are you on, traitor."He roared. The guard hesitated before looking the emperor dead in the eyes and saying "I'm sorry but I can't allow you to butcher all those families."

Molt was slashed through the chest by the guard. He clutched his chest. "Traitor." He said weakly before collapsing on the floor dying.

The guard soon ran off leaving a bloodied Molt to die.

Falmart. Sadera. 1 am. January 1st. 666 imperial time.

The slave army had now grown to several thousands as buildings in the outer city began to be burned or occupied in a wave of violence.

Nicophorus was soon leading several hundred slaves armed with clubs, knives, swords, spears, and shields forward on an assault on the gate to the inner city.

"Forward! Glory to the first man to die." He roared as the archers on the inner walls fired down at them as slaves began to drop left and right some of the few slaves with him that had bows fired back killing off some of the archers.

They began to hack and slash at the gate as the imperial archers kept trying to fire down on them some of the slaves that were archers got on the roofs of the few standing buildings in the outer city and fired at them while some fires crossbows from the cover of windows picking off a few imperial archers.

Just through a pure and collective will power they cut open the gate and charged through the hole they made into the imperial legions waiting for them. "For the emperor!" They roared as they crashed into the legions.

The legions held their discipline but the archers on the walls were assaulted by slaves who climbed up the stairs to get them leading to a battle at the gate and the walls of the inner city.

The imperials were soon reinforced by those fools in the rose order. Well what remained of them half had been sent to Italica along with the princess which had saved her from a beating by the slaves in his revolt.

The better armored and trained knights of the rose order began to beat his men back.

C'mon you sons of Bitched do you want to live forever." He roared as he charged into the melee, slashing his way through imperial troops; his men quickly regained their morale and threw themselves.

"In the name of the emperor do not Falter cut down the heretics that oppress us." He yelled as he yelled encouragement and cut down every Saderan heretical soldier. His slaves were soon joined by more.

One legionary tried to slash at him but he parried and thrusted his stolen sword into the man's gut killing him. He then found himself dueling one of the knights of the rose order. Those female fools were just a bunch of rich heretics that liked to play soldiers. He doubted they had ever experienced hardship in their lives and it showed.

They cut down 10 of his men for every one of them that fell but this was only due to their superior armor and weapons in a fair fight it would have been different. The knight he dueled was a blond one with longish hair that he believed to be Bozes the second in command of Pina.

He and her fought in a back and forth. Her armor protecting her from the worst of his blows and his experience and the fact that he was doing what was necessary to spread the imperial truth shielded him from her attacks.

"You should have known you were a Slave. I pity you. You really think this god emperor of yours exists. Of course he doesn't. You and your rebels are delusional and your defiance of the gods will cost you this battle." She said as she destroyed his nose by hitting it with the hilt of her sword.

His nose burst into blood and flesh as the sharp hilt of it. She then delivered a punch to his gut before throwing him against one of the walls as the battle swirled around them.

"No you will lose heretics. Your false gods will fall before the imperial truth and the will of man." He said as he got up and delivered a well placed slash to the head injuring her.

The rose order has many flaws but one of the biggest was the fact their knights, unlike the imperial legions for some reason never thought of wearing any head protection, meaning a well placed slash to the head would be fatal.

She grunted in pain and lunged at him in a fury. She hacked and slashed at him as he desperately tried to parry or dodge his attacks. By the emperor was this woman fierce. She would have made a great warrior for the emperor had she not been a filthy heretical piece of shit and member of an organization of women who likes to play soldiers and oppress the slaves. Fools really.

The true hero's were the women who were afraid to fight but still choose to, the ones who had everything to lose but fought for a better future, the ones who charged head first into a battle they knew they couldn't win. That was bravery, not some bullshit order of knights who haven't fought anything but bandits since they knew they would break if they fought on the battlefield.

"Do not speak of the gods like that." She roared as she tried to slash at him again and again. Nicophorus dodged her attacks. She then punched him straight in the face bloodying his cheeks badly as she had punched him while wearing her armored glove.

Nicophorus then returned favor by lunging at her and slamming her against a cart, shattering it. He then tried to repeatedly stab her with her armor now having serious dents in it. She threw him off with great strength sending him tumbling to the ground.

"It's over, new legions will soon arrive to crush your little rebellion. Surrender and you'll be spared." She said her sword aimed at his chest. He saw the battle still flowing around him but he saw that the walls were about to fall to his men and they would soon have the high ground.

Plus even if they were losing he wouldn't surrender to another life in chains and dishonor.

"I won't surrender you piece of Saderan filth." Nicophorus said defiantly.

She was about to strike him down when one of his fellow comrades saw what was about to happen and lunged at her, tackling her. "Get on the walls you'll be safer there." His comrade yelled as Nicophorus, bloodied by the fight, ran up the walls as his comrade was thrown off by Bozes and sliced in half.

He found the walls to be in his forces' complete control as many of his men on the walls had stolen the bows off the dead imperial archers and were peppering the legions with arrows as the slog down below continued.

He grabbed a bow off one of his dead comrades who an imperial had gotten a lucky shot on with a spear of sorts and he began to use the bow to pick off the legionaries.

He killed off 2 with some lucky shots to the neck though most of the time his arrows bounced off their helmets and shields he was however killing off the rose order knights just fine due to once again their lack of headgear.

Then a loud roar was heard on the battlefield and 4 large trolls came crashing through one of the houses and began to plow their way through his men.

"The emperor protects." Nicophorus whispered to himself before rushing down to engage the trolls.