The Emperor appeared on the battlefield where Slaanesh and Khorne were fighting. His golden armor radiated blinding light as he raised his weapon and pointed it at Khorne.
"Ha! Are two cowards coming at me together? Come on!"
Khorne did not retreat because of the Emperor's arrival. Instead, his fighting spirit surged even higher. His body suddenly swelled by a full circle, and all the heavy two-handed weapons in his eight hands were snapped apart at their middles.
Those axes and warhammers immediately became one-handed weapons. Khorne used four hands to fight Slaanesh and four to fight the Emperor. This god-level war instead granted him even greater power for war, allowing him to face their combined assault without falling into the slightest disadvantage.
"Such a war! It has been far too long since I last fought one! Slay!"
In battle, Khorne grew ever stronger and more fervent, gradually shifting from a mindless, bloody, barbaric butcher toward becoming a true gladiator. Even the rage-laden words he spoke began to take on an artistic quality.
Slaanesh's nimble, swift form was beginning to be caught by Khorne. The sharp axes battered against Slaanesh's round shield. The disparity in strength made it difficult for him to deflect Khorne's force, leaving him no choice but to withstand the blows again and again.
The rapier darted about, piercing hole after hole through Khorne's body. Yet the wounds that gushed with hot blood only made Khorne fight more fiercely.
"I shall not retreat though gravely wounded! I shall not despair in hopeless straits! Though my body dies, my soul remains!"
The bloodthirsty fury in Khorne's eyes began to clear. Seeing this change, the Emperor immediately sensed trouble. The side of this killing madman that belonged to war was beginning to awaken.
Put simply, he was changing from