Infinite Power!
Magnus felt incredibly powerful at that moment.
Physical strength, under the control of Psionic Energy, has risen to an unbelievable level.
Even more terrifying is the vast, ocean-like Psionic Energy —now he wields it with the ease of controlling his own limbs!
Even though his mind was still confused, he was convinced that he was invincible.
"I thought... you could bring an end to it."
Magnus slowly rose and looked at Guilliman.
"And yet you still...!"
Marcnus was about to continue his harsh words, but then he froze—something was wrong with Guilliman in front of him.
At this moment, Guilliman clenched his fists, and his aura underwent a dramatic change.
He was like a fortress, a fortress born for war.
Guilliman relinquished the shackles of consciousness on the essence of the "Son of War"—
Just as Guilliman was Son of War, Guilliman was not the only Son of War.
Standing before Magnus at this moment was the "Son of War" himself:
The Emperor's supreme masterpiece in the military field, the Primarch Essence where all calculations, combat power, and emotions exist solely for the purpose of war!
Magnus swallowed instinctively.
He suddenly realized: Guilliman had only been stalling him, but now—the other man was about to get serious.
Without the slightest hesitation, Magnus acted on instinct.
He channeled all his Psionic Energy into himself, roared, and charged at Guilliman, throwing a punch!
Strike first to gain the upper hand; strike later and you will be at the mercy of others!
However, before Magnus's fist could even touch his opponent, the azure iron fist had already arrived with a thunderous crash.
--Click!
Arm broken.
--Bang!
The severed arm shattered into a bloody mist.
The punch landed heavily on Magnus's face, sending him flying.
Guilliman vanished from his spot like a blue lightning bolt.
In the blink of an eye, he was above Magnus.
This is the Lord Regent's true power, the pinnacle of combat strength in the Material Universe!
If facing the Four Gods, the Son of War might still need to strategize and maneuver.
But what lies before me is merely a Primarch —even with the blessing of the Four Gods, it has not yet ascended to that level.
The essence of being born for war has, in an instant, calculated the optimal solution:
Using that extraordinary war consciousness, unleash that overwhelming power.
The essence of the Son of War: I have never fought such a "rich" war!
The Son of War 10,000 years ago were inherently too repressed.
A perfectly capable warlord was transformed into a mild-mannered Guilliman by Euten and Konor.
The worst part is that this idiot actually shut down his own Psionic Energy nature!
The Son of War hadn't anticipated such a move as attacking his own Psionic Energy nature.
But his influence remains. For example, Guilliman would fight with a vengeance whenever he was angry, which reflects the Son of War's thirst for war.
But if you say Guilliman got carried away, he certainly did, and fought recklessly. But if you say he was truly out of control, you can't really say that.
Even if they were beaten to that state, he was unwilling to use even a fraction of his Psionic Energy essence!
Ten thousand years later, the Son of War, by nature habitual slumber, will likely be struck again after any fluctuations in his energy.
After being drawn to and stirred by the Psionic Energy nature within Magnus, the essence of the Son of War never expected to find a use for it.
As a result, this person completely let go of all inhibitions!
A body of caliber capable of exploding into a planet! An obedient and sensible master! Countless enhanced underlings!
There's also an opponent blessed by the Four Gods!
Son of War's essence: I lack nothing now!!
Guilliman, get out of my way! Watch what I do next!
Guilliman completely let go.
Since transmigrating to this world, he has been suppressing his divinity with his humanity.
He once thought that essence did not exist, but later he realized that essence had been responding unintentionally.
Now, facing his blood-related brothers, the essence of the Son of War finally boils over.
Primarch are essentially the collective consciousness of a human group within the Warp regarding a particular concept.
It is a concept, an instinct, that does not contest control of the body, nor does it bring additional memories.
But from the moment the decision was made to release him, Guilliman became war itself.
Warfare is based on deception.
War shows no mercy, disregards morality, and ignores the nobility of humanity.
Crushing the enemy with overwhelming force is the most direct expression of war.
This is precisely what the nature of war points Guilliman to—the fastest and most thorough solution.
Guilliman simply let the body follow its own nature.
This situation has reached such a boiling point that it will be difficult to quell the unrest unless Magnus is defeated.
A maniacal laugh echoed from the Brass Throne.
How wonderful! How wonderful!
I have never seen such a magnificent battle, nor have I ever felt such overwhelming power!
Since the birth of the Material Universe, powerful beings have existed.
But that was a clash of laws, not a brutal, hand-to-hand combat.
If not for the Accursed's interference, Khorne would have loved to pour all his Psionic Energy into Guilliman's body.
This was the most exhilarating and intense war he had ever witnessed since he was born!
Khorne cried out, "My son, my son..."
Emperor, I don't want Sanguinius, nor do I want Roge Dorn anymore. Give me the War Child!
He was born to be on my side, can't you see that?"
The Emperor's response was resolute. "Get out! That's my Imperial Regent, my heir to the throne!"
Magnus's arm has been completely lost.
Under Guilliman's fist, it had long since turned into a bloody mist.
His body was now almost completely shattered.
Guilliman gripped his head with one hand and punched him violently in the chest with the other.
--Pfft!
With overwhelming force, the fist pierced through the chest cavity.
Magnus coughed up a mouthful of blood; Guilliman's blow had crushed his heart.
Even if one can be reborn after death using the power of the Warp, it is by no means without a price.
The power of the four gods' blessing did not dissipate with Magnus' defeat; on the contrary, they roared in even greater anger.
We must find a way to defeat this almost invincible Guilliman!
Otherwise, they would have no place to stand in the entire Material Universe.
Once Guilliman returns to the Imperium of Man, inherits the Emperor, and conquers the Milky Way with his Ultramarines Legion, comparable to the Extraordinary Warriors...
That absolute power leaves them little room for scheming and plotting.
With the infusion of vast Psionic Energy, Magnus's body emitted an unusual light.
Nurgle's Whisper echoed through the Plague Garden: "Give me a drop of his blood..."
With just a single drop of his blood now, I can concoct a plague specifically targeting him!
This loving father, unusually, employed "wisdom," his anger surging—
This person is so powerful that even a loving father cannot maintain his usual gentleness.
A solution must be found.
Originally, they had intended to bring Guilliman into the Garden of Nurgle to keep Mortarion company, but now... his will was too strong, and his power too formidable.
You're amazing.
Therefore, we have no choice but to destroy you.