I Said So!
Bang--!!!!!!
That wasn't a sound.
That was the lament of reality being brutally shattered.
Guilliman's fist, that right hand covered in blue-gold armor, which had signed countless decrees over millennia and had also gently patted his descendants on the shoulder!
At that moment, enveloped in an extremely compressed blue-white blazing light, like a comet breaking the dawn, it slammed heavily into Angron's crossed arms and the blade of the "Slaughter" giant axe!
No tricks, no detours.
Only the most primal, surging, fatherly rage!
A father's anger is like lava flowing beneath a silent volcano, or a storm brewing in the deep sea.
They don't often speak of it, are ashamed to show it, and even use sternness to mask their concern.
They always seemed more focused on the grand journey than on the bruises on their child's knees.
But this does not mean indifference.
When someone truly harms his child, crossing that inviolable line—the dormant volcano will erupt, and the deep-sea whirlpool will be revealed!
That fury will be hotter than the Earth's core and more violent than a supernova!
And now, someone has almost killed his three most outstanding and loyal sons!
Boom----!!!!
Centered on the point where the fist and axe collided, a visible spherical shockwave, a mixture of blue, gold, and filthy colors, suddenly exploded out!
It's not energy, it's the vibration generated by the pure physical force compressing space!
Wherever the shockwave passed, the ground was ripped down three feet, all the rubble and debris were instantly reduced to dust, and even the remaining building structures in the distance groaned under the strain!
Angron's mountain-like body, along with the "Slaughter" axe in his hand, blessed by Khorne and strengthened by the power of the four gods.
Like being hit head-on by Milky Way train, they were thrown off the ground without any resistance!
The Chaos power that the four gods poured into his body, which was temporarily comparable to Horus's, shattered and dissipated like a fragile layer of ice under the heavy blow of this absolutely tyrannical law of matter!
The feeling was like a mortal trying to stop a falling star with his bare hands—futile and laughable!
"I swear no one can save you today!"
"I, Guilliman, said it!"
The blue-armored giant slowly withdrew his fist, muttering to himself, his voice filled with a chilling coldness that could freeze one's soul.
He gave the enemy no chance to regroup.
call out--
As if in the blink of an eye, Guilliman's tall figure had vanished from the spot.
It's not about rapid movement, but rather a direct transformation of spatial location!
The next second, he appeared above Angron, who was still flying backwards, his figure obscuring the opponent's terrified (or rather, the astonishment of the Four Gods' will that controlled his body) vision.
The other fist, brimming with an even fiercer and more resolute will than before.
From above, like a falling hammer of judgment, it slammed down once again onto Angron's distorted face!
Click!
Puff!
The sound of the nasal bone shattering mingled with the muffled thuds of facial muscles and nails caved in!
Angron's trajectory was forcibly altered, causing him to crash vertically into the already cracked earth below at an even greater speed!
Thump!!!!!!
A deafening roar, like a meteorite impact!
A circular crater tens of meters in diameter was formed instantly, and dust shot into the sky like a fountain, reaching a height of hundreds of meters!
The entire battlefield, no, the entire airspace where Terra was located, seemed to tremble.
This is not a metaphor.
Guilliman's rage, the fluctuations of his will as the embodiment of some supreme law of the Material Universe, resonated with Terra, humanity's home planet!
The Material Universe is angry because of the anger of its ruler!
"What... what is that?!"
Deep within the Warp, atop the Brass Throne, the oldest Chaos Gods Khorne, for the first time, exhibited a wave of astonishment and horror within his eternally burning will of battle.
I felt that familiar power for a fleeting moment just now.
That power should have completely disappeared 60 million years ago!
At that time, he could not even be considered Chaos Gods; he was merely a Warp energy entity with pure will, without any independent consciousness or any pollution from reality.
The punch Kiri had just delivered nearly sent him back to that pure sea of souls.
"C'tan!"
Tzeentch's sharp, calculating, and shocked will interrupted Khorne, "It's definitely the fluctuations of C'tan!"
The embodiment of the Material Universe! The manifestation of the laws of physics! An ancient catastrophe that devours stars!
Why?!
Why would the shell of a Primarch contain such... such a complete and active C'tan essence?!
"The Emperor..."
Slaanesh's will, tinged with lingering pain and utter bewilderment, asked, "When he created the thirteenth son... what exactly... did he mix in?!"
Nurgle's sigh was heavy and wary, "Humans... just how far do you intend to go?"
However, at this moment, the most enraged were not the four gods.
It is the living corpse that sits atop the Golden Throne, enduring endless suffering and sustaining the human race.
"That--his--mother--is-his--grandson--!!"
An unprecedented surge of pure golden Psionic Energy erupted from the depths of the throne like a supernova explosion!
This Psionic Energy is no longer merely for maintaining the Astronomican or the Webway, but is filled with a tyrannical protectiveness and a destructive will, transcending the barriers between reality and illusion.
Ignoring all consumption, it was frantically and recklessly poured into Guilliman's body!
The Emperor's will roars, echoing deep within the souls of every loyal subject:
"No matter how many grandsons I have, you bunch of scum can't touch them!!!"
The Emperor was so furious that he dared to harm his grandson on his own turf, right under his throne!
At worst, I'll become the Dark King, and everyone can just quit playing!
Four Gods: Hey bro, you're kidding! You never said this was your personally approved grandson!
Grey Knights: No!!!