Even the Four Chaos Gods could see only a hazy image: a towering man over three meters tall, radiating boundless rage.
Terrifying golden-green battle energy erupted from his entire body!
He hovered above the planet. With a wave of his hand, he unleashed a gigantic green energy sphere. The instant it made contact, the planet's surface began to crack, then erupted in a dazzling, cosmic-scale explosion.
With a casual sweep of his palm, countless Tyranids turned to cosmic dust. The aura radiating from him alone made even the Necrons tremble.
He was a warrior of fury, a raging god of war. The angrier he got, the stronger he became—and his rage would never end!
"Ha ha ha! He's mine! He's mine! He was born to belong to me!" Khorne was the first to make his claim.
A warrior this furious was born to be his chosen one, born to join his ranks. He would grant him even greater rage and make the strongest warrior in the universe even stronger.
Perhaps one day, this raging warrior could join forces with him and tear the head from that loathsome, perverted, gender-bending freak.
Then they would slaughter all her followers and devotees, leaving not a single one alive, and destroy them utterly!
Who did Khorne hate most? There was only one answer: Slaanesh, one of the other Four Chaos Gods!
Slaanesh gave a cold snort from within the Palace of Pleasure. This furious warrior wasn't her type. She preferred graceful, refined artists or perfectionist warriors.
But she absolutely couldn't let Khorne get his hands on this raging warrior. Otherwise, none of her Greater Daemons or Daemon Princes would stand a chance against him.
The Lord of Change let out a strange laugh. This dull universe had just undergone a tremendous change. The strongest warrior in the universe—now that was interesting!
Grandfather Nurgle stirred the delicious broth in his pot, hoping that one day this furious warrior would sit in his Garden of Nurgle and sample the savory soup he had made.
All four Chaos Gods were certain that this furious warrior was human. And at over three meters tall, he could only be a Primarch. The golden aura surrounding him must have something to do with the Emperor of Mankind.
A human, a Primarch with boundless fury and terrifying strength, and somehow connected to the Emperor. The Four Chaos Gods all thought of the same person.
The thing the Emperor of Mankind had stolen from them would have to be returned. This furious warrior would be corrupted.
Angron, who had just been implanted with the Butcher's Nails, felt his mind flooded with boundless rage and fury.
When Axis unleashed his rage within the Imperial Palace on Holy Terra, Angron had roared as well, drawing the attention of the Chaos Gods.
The only one who fit all these conditions was the Primarch who had just endured that brutal procedure. Normally, only Khorne would have had even a passing interest in a mindless, berserk warrior like him, and been willing to take him as a subordinate. But now, all four Chaos Gods had their eyes on him.
This guy had the potential to become the strongest warrior in the universe?
You couldn't judge by appearances! Still, his fighting prowess really was among the best of the Primarchs!
Poor Angron had no idea that a truly bizarre misunderstanding had taken shape—and that he had taken all the pressure meant for someone else!
The Four Chaos Gods were plotting to corrupt him, the future warrior of fury they believed would become the greatest fighter in the universe?
On Holy Terra, more than a dozen Custodes in power armor stood before Axis. They had come to spar with him under the Emperor's orders.
A faint smile tugged at Axis's lips. He hoped these Custodes could keep him entertained for a little while!
The Custodes were fully armed and clad in their power armor, while Axis had no intention of wearing any armor at all. He stood bare-chested, ready to fight them hand to hand.
There was even an old acquaintance among them: Caesar, whom he hadn't seen in over twenty years. Axis greeted him warmly.
"Hey, Caesar! Long time no see!"
All he got in return was an eye roll. The perverted kid had grown up, but what was with his height?
He was about as tall as a Space Marine, which made him a little short by Custodes standards.
"You know him?" one of the Custodes beside him asked.
This assignment was bizarre. They'd been told to serve as sparring partners! What kind of person needed more than a dozen Custodes to train with?
At first, they'd thought it was one of the newly returned Primarchs. They hadn't expected a complete stranger.
And while they were clad in power armor, this guy was going to fight bare-chested. Wasn't that a little too dismissive of the Custodes?
Caesar nodded to his comrade.
"How good is he?"
"Prepare yourself to get beaten senseless."
"Let the game begin!" Axis pushed off the ground, shattering the floor like a spiderweb as he shot toward a Custodian and swung a fist.
The Custodian reacted quickly, immediately raising his arm to block Axis's attack. But some attacks couldn't be stopped just because you saw them coming and reacted in time.
The first Custodian went flying as if struck by a massive battering ram. A huge fist-shaped dent remained in his chestplate.
The second Custodian's reflexes let him barely raise his Storm Shield, but 0.03 seconds later, Axis grabbed him by the head and slammed him, shield and all, into a three-meter-thick adamantium wall.
Amid the flying rubble, Axis caught the Power Halberd swung at him by a third Custodian. Its blade sparked against his palm.
As his fingers closed, the master-crafted power weapon shattered like glass. Then he punched the Custodian square in the face.
The Custodian went flying like a kite with its strings cut.
A Custodian launched a sneak attack from behind—and became a textbook example of what not to do.
Axis didn't even look back. The shockwave from his elbow strike shattered the visual array in the Custodian's helmet. The blood that seeped out vaporized in midair into a crimson mist.
The Custodian felt the world spin, then lost consciousness and crashed heavily to the ground.
The rest of the Custodes attacked Axis as well. He let out a cold laugh. Through his ki sense, he could see that they were riddled with openings.
He grabbed one Custodian by the wrist guard, punched him in the waist, then threw him over his shoulder.
Crash! Crash! The Training Ground trembled down to its foundations.
The Custodian who hit the ground hard was instantly out of the fight.
"Have you ever ridden bumper cars?"
Axis grabbed two Custodians by their helmets, then brought their heads together with a sudden swing. The gems embedded in their faceplates burst like candy, and their helmets crumpled.
The two Custodes who'd bashed their heads together felt the world spin.
Who am I? Where am I? Who are we fighting?
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