The Perfect Misunderstanding, Fighting the Adeptus Custodes Squad

Even as powerful as the Four Chaos Gods, they only caught a blurred image: a tall man over three meters in height, radiating endless, boundless rage.

His entire body erupted with terrifying golden-green Ki!

He hovered above the planet, and with a wave of his hand, he released a massive green energy sphere. The moment it made contact, the planet's crust began to crack, before erupting into a brilliant, cosmic-scale firework.

With a gentle sweep of his palm, countless Tyranids were reduced to cosmic dust, and the aura he exuded made even the Necrons tremble.

He was a warrior of fury, a god of war in a frenzy; the angrier he became, the stronger he grew, and his rage would be infinite!

"Hahaha! He is mine, he is mine, he belongs to me by nature." Khorne was the first to issue his declaration.

Such a furious warrior was born to be his chosen champion, born to join his ranks. He would bestow upon him even more violent flames of wrath, making the strength of this universe's greatest warrior even more formidable.

Perhaps one day, this berserk warrior could join forces with him to tear the head off that detestable, perverted hermaphrodite.

Then, he would slaughter every one of her followers and believers, leaving none alive, destroying them utterly!

If one were to ask whom Khorne hated most, the answer was singular: Slaanesh, the fellow member of the Four Chaos Gods!

Within the Palace of Pleasure, Slaanesh let out a cold snort. This furious warrior was not to her taste; she preferred elegant, noble artists or perfectionist warriors.

However, this berserk warrior absolutely could not be allowed to fall into Khorne's hands, or else none of her Greater Daemons or Daemon Princes would be a match for him.

The Lord of Change let out a strange cackle. This dull universe had undergone a massive change; the strongest warrior in the cosmos—how truly interesting!

Grandfather Nurgle stirred the delicious broth in his cauldron, hoping that one day, this furious warrior might sit in his garden and taste the savory, thick soup he had brewed.

All four Chaos Gods were certain that this furious warrior was a human. Furthermore, his height of over three meters could only belong to a Primarch, and the golden aura radiating from his body was undoubtedly linked to the Emperor of Mankind.

A human, a Primarch with endless rage and terrifying strength, and connected to the Emperor—the four Chaos Gods thought of the same person simultaneously.

What the Emperor of Mankind had stolen from them must be returned; this furious warrior would surely be corrupted.

Angron, having just been fitted with the Butcher's Nails, felt his mind flooded with endless rage and fury.

When the outburst of Ki occurred at Axis and within the Imperial Palace on Holy Terra, he had let out his own roar, drawing the attention of the Chaos Gods.

The only one who fit these criteria was this Primarch who had just undergone torture. Originally, only Khorne had shown slight interest in such a mindless, berserk warrior, willing to take him as a subordinate, but now, the eyes of all four Chaos Gods were fixed upon him.

This fellow actually had the potential to become the strongest warrior in the universe?

Truly, one cannot judge a book by its cover! However, his combat prowess was indeed among the best of the Primarchs!

Poor Angron did not know that a bizarre misunderstanding had occurred; he was bearing all the pressure for someone else!

The Four Chaos Gods were currently plotting to corrupt this future furious warrior—the one they believed to be the universe's number one fighter?

On Holy Terra, over a dozen Adeptus Custodes clad in power armor stood before Axis. They had received orders from the Emperor to perform a sparring mission.

A smile tugged at the corner of Axis's mouth; he hoped these Adeptus Custodes could play with him for a little while longer!

The Adeptus Custodes were fully armed, wearing their power armor, while Axis had no intention of wearing any protection at all. He stood bare-chested, ready to engage the Adeptus Custodes in hand-to-hand combat.

Among them was even an old acquaintance; Caesar, whom he hadn't seen in over twenty years, stood in the ranks. Axis greeted him in a friendly manner.

"Yo! Caesar, long time no see!"

He was met only with a roll of the eyes. This perverted brat had grown up, but what was the deal with his height?

He was about the same height as those Space Marines, which made him look a bit short compared to the Adeptus Custodes.

"You know him?" one of the Adeptus Custodes asked.

This mission was very strange; they were actually tasked to act as sparring partners! What kind of person required over a dozen Adeptus Custodes to act as sparring partners?

At first, they thought it was one of the newly returned Primarchs, but they hadn't expected a stranger.

Moreover, they were wearing power armor, yet the opponent was fighting bare-chested—this was surely not taking the Adeptus Custodes seriously!

Caesar nodded to his colleague.

"How is his combat ability?"

"Prepare yourself to be beaten black and blue."

"Game on!" Axis pushed off the ground, causing the floor to shatter like a spiderweb. In an instant, he arrived before an Adeptus Custode and threw his iron fist.

The Adeptus Custode's reaction speed was fast; he immediately raised his arm, intending to block Axis's attack. But some attacks cannot be blocked just because you can see them and react in time.

The first Adeptus Custode was sent flying as if struck by a massive siege hammer, a deep fist print remaining in the dented chest plate.

The second Adeptus Custode's neural reflexes allowed him to barely brace his Storm Shield, but 0.03 seconds later, Axis grabbed his head and slammed him, shield and all, into the three-meter-thick Adamantium wall.

Amidst the flying debris, Axis caught the power weapon swung by the third Adeptus Custode, the blade sparking against his palm.

As his fingers tightened, the master-crafted power weapon shattered like glass, followed by a punch that slammed into the opponent's face.

The Adeptus Custode was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.

A surprise attack launched by an Adeptus Custode from behind became a textbook example of a mistake.

Axis didn't even turn around; the shockwave from his elbow strike shattered the visual array of the opponent's helmet, and the beads of blood that seeped out vaporized into a crimson mist in the air.

The Adeptus Custode felt the world spin, lost consciousness, and collapsed heavily to the ground.

The remaining Adeptus Custodes launched their attacks at Axis. Axis let out a cold laugh; in his perception of Ki, these Adeptus Custodes were full of openings.

He grabbed the wrist armor of an Adeptus Custodes, slammed a fist into his waist, and followed up with a shoulder throw.

Boom! Boom! The foundation of the Training Ground shuddered in response.

The Adeptus Custodes, slammed heavily onto the ground, instantly lost all combat effectiveness.

"Have you ever played bumper cars?"

Axis grabbed the helmets of two Adeptus Custodes with both hands, then exerted force to slam them violently together; the gems embedded in their faceplates shattered like candy, and the helmets deformed.

The two Adeptus Custodes, their heads collided, felt the world spinning around them.

Who am I? Where am I? Who are we fighting?