You've Changed, Brother

"Cursed One, what do you want?!"

Khorne continued to roar, "That was my Greater Daemon! That was the sacrifice offered to me!"

And that was it.

Khorne brandished his axe in fury, roaring as he tried to flatten everything in his path.

But what can he do?

On the other side of the Warp, Nurgle grinned foolishly, Slaanesh leered, and Tzeentch chuckled maliciously.

This isn't some kind of crisis like the "opening of the Great Rift," so these three Chaos Gods aren't going to come to Khorne's aid.

In a one-on-one fight, the Cursed One would easily defeat any one of the four of them!

After all, they at least possess some distorted products of so-called "positive emotions" (such as Khorne representing courage and Nurgle representing resilience).

The creature before us is the embodiment of pure death and destruction, a black hole formed from suffering and despair.

The only symbol of hope was something that the entire human race had painstakingly built up over ten thousand years, making it sacred and inviolable.

Khorne he almost exploded on the spot, but he didn't dare to make a move.

Because he witnessed a scene that terrified him.

In the void, Guilliman was crouching beside Skarbrand's headless corpse.

He picked up the still-burning head and casually wiped away the blood.

Then, he made a gesture that silenced all the Chaos Gods.

Guilliman really cracked Skarbrand's skull open.

Red and white brain matter flowed out, exuding a strong Warp aura.

Guilliman glanced at it, then stuck out his tongue and licked the brain matter into his mouth, even stirring it with his fingers before scooping it all out and eating it.

"Smack smack".

That was a truly delightful meal.

Guilliman smacked his lips, a satisfied expression on his face. "Hmm, the taste is actually not bad. It has a... how should I put it, a chili flavor. Quite refreshing."

For someone with the blood of the Viltrumites, this level of "deliciousness" was child's play.

He had eaten all sorts of disgusting cosmic worms and interstellar monsters. Although the brains of the Bloodthirster had a strong taste, the texture was indeed delicate.

After consuming the brains, Guilliman used his Psionic Energy to preserve the empty skull as a trophy.

The remaining parts of Skarbrand's body began to dissipate little by little.

However, this dissipated energy did not return to Khorne's domain; instead, it was drawn into Guilliman's body as if attracted by a black hole.

"Call--"

Guilliman gave a comfortable shake and stretched.

The feeling was like the feeling of being completely clean after urinating, a feeling of complete comfort.

In short, it was so exhilarating it made me tremble!

Guilliman's Psionic Energy power surged wildly, and blue-gold flames enveloped his entire body like a stellar explosion.

His aura was even more terrifying than before, like that of a walking god.

Carlos, who was hiding in the distance, watched this scene, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

"No... this isn't right..."

The Primarch's cold gaze turned to Carlos, Carlos face turned pale and his anus tightened.

Who on earth would be so kind as to donate the skull of Bloodthirster sacrifices its own skull all day long?! What the hell kind of monster is that?!

This was nothing like the rational, rigid Guilliman he knew!

This is a demon in the guise of Primarch!

Guilliman felt the surge of power within him, slowly turned around, and pierced Carlos with a gaze as sharp as a sword.

"Your turn, little blue-haired guy."

Guilliman flew towards Carlos with incredible speed, leaving a golden afterimage in the Warp.

Carlos screamed in terror, brandishing his Force Staff, both heads emitting a ghostly blue light. "You think you've won by defeating a savage? That kind of savage can't possibly unleash the subtleties of Warp Psionic Energy!"

This is Warp! Not your Realspace!

Skarbrand died such a tragic death! What was that idiot thinking, engaging in hand-to-hand combat with the Primarch in the Warp?!

You used to be able to show off with your strong physique, fine, but you're going to try and show off against this cheater in front of you?

What a brainless idiot!

"Order it for me!"

Carlos unleashed a barrage of attacks, and complex Psionic Energy runes appeared in the void, transforming into countless blue chains that instantly wrapped around Guilliman's body.

"If I can't manipulate Merriman's negative emotions, then I'll imprison you with the negative emotions of the entire Warp!"

Carlos roared, "This is Chaos's home turf! You can't escape!"

Seeing the blue chains suddenly wrapped around him, Guilliman stopped and frowned.

"Hmm, these chains are interesting."

Guilliman admitted, "In terms of Psionic Energy skills, you're definitely better than that big, dumb guy who just knows how to chop people up."

A glimmer of hope had just risen in Carlos's heart.

But Guilliman then gave a cruel smile.

"But do you think Psionic Energy are about skill?"

"I'll give you a huge appetite, all you can eat!!!"

Boom--!!!

Guilliman's psionic Psionic Energy erupted instantly; it wasn't a contest of skill, it was a pure crushing of energy.

Blue-gold flames swept out like a solar storm, and the blue chains binding him creaked under the strain before snapping inch by inch.

Guilliman's Emperor's Sword burst forth with dazzling golden light, and with a sweep of his hand, he severed all the remaining chains.

"The game is over."

Guilliman transformed into a golden ray of light and instantly appeared in front of Carlos, grabbing him by the neck.

Carlos's eyes widened, filled with fear and resentment.

"No... this is impossible..."

"Nothing is impossible."

Guilliman said coldly, tightening his grip slightly, "Remember, I am Roboute Guilliman. I am the Regent. I am... the Emperor."

Click.

A crisp sound.

Carlos, the chief censor of the Tzeentch strategist, had his neck snapped in the Warp.

Guilliman turned around, looked at the Chaos Gods deep in the Warp, and gave them the middle finger.

"Who else?"

Warp was utterly silent.

You've changed, brother.

In the void, a deep voice, tinged with a hint of mockery, suddenly rang out, as if striking an ancient bell in this chaotic Warp.

Guilliman paused slightly, his hand, which was about to crush Carlos's neck, stopped in mid-air.

He suddenly looked up in the direction from which the sound came.

"You have changed a lot in these ten thousand years."

"Are you making no attempt to hide your ambition? Just now, I even thought you were more of a rebel than I was."

The owner of the voice slowly stepped out of the shadows of the Warp, each step carrying a chilling pressure.

He looked at Guilliman, and a hint of nostalgia and relief appeared in his eyes.

"Seeing the immense Psionic Energy power within you, I am very pleased. You have finally agreed to accept the power of the the Warp."

"I always felt that if you were willing to accept your true nature, you would be the most suitable for war among us, and now it seems that I have indeed proven that right."

However, the next second, that feeling of relief instantly turned into an undeniable obstacle.

"But you can't kill Carlos."

The figure finally appeared, its enormous wings unfurling in the Warp, its body ablaze with Psionic Energy flames interwoven with crimson and deep blue.

He stood in front of Carlos, his tone tinged with helplessness and a sense of entitlement.

"Well, he and I are colleagues."

Before the words were even finished, an extremely terrifying Psionic Energy energy erupted instantly, shaking the entire area.

This power was a hundred times stronger than the one Carlos had just unleashed, and even more violent and profound than the blue-gold flames emanating from Guilliman's body!

The laws of the Warp trembled before this power, as if even time itself was distorted.

That was the Psionic Energy power of Magnus, the Primarch of the Thousand Sons, Daemon Prince transformed from Lesser God!