The Throne Trembles
Emperor: Your father is here!
"I am here."
A calm sound, yet seemingly exploding deep within the souls of every human being in the Milky Way, arose without warning.
It is not Guilliman, nor any Primarch.
He was Emperor.
Boom----------!!!!!!
In the next instant, the entire Terra, no, the entire Solar System, was engulfed in indescribable, dazzling golden light!
A magnificent pillar of light, over a hundred kilometers in diameter and composed entirely of supreme human Psionic Energy, resembled the first ray of light after the creation of the world.
From the depths of the Holy Terra palace, where the Golden Throne resides, it bursts forth without reservation or restraint.
It shot straight up into the sky, piercing through the thick atmosphere and smoke, and bridging the blurred boundary between reality and Warp.
Its brilliance was so great that it instantly eclipsed the stars in Terra's orbit!
This is no longer the steady glow of the Astronomican, but a raging torrent that has been accumulating for millennia and is now being unleashed in a single moment!
It was the most direct and brutal response a father could give when he saw his beloved son being attacked!
"Impossible!!!"
Deep within the Warp, four extremely evil wills simultaneously let out horrified screams.
Tzeentch's will was in disarray, like snowflakes, due to extreme shock. "This total amount of Psionic Energy... this intensity...! You just expended a huge amount of energy to complete the Psionic Energy conversion and reshaping of Magnus!"
The Golden Throne is constantly draining your power to sustain the human race! How could you possibly still have such... such reckless energy to spare?! This is illogical!
Slaanesh's groan was filled with pain and confusion. "Ah... this light... is too brutal... utterly devoid of beauty... but why... is it so... powerful..."
Nurgle's sigh was filled with the vexation of being fooled, "The calculation... was wrong... greatly... wrong..."
Khorne's roar, amidst his rage, carried a hint of disbelief... excitement?
"Why? Why? Why do you still possess such immense power?!"
Faced with the shock and questioning of the four gods, a calm, even slightly mocking, chuckle seemed to come from the golden pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth.
"It's very simple."
The Emperor's will, like a resounding bell, echoes throughout the universe:
"I'll just ask my son for it, won't I!"
His aura was no longer concealed!
Master of Mankind level!
Boom--!!!
As soon as the words were spoken, the towering golden pillar of Psionic Energy suddenly expanded and spread!
Like an inverted golden bowl, or a suddenly bursting star, it enveloped the entire planet Terra without leaving any blind spots!
The golden light membrane flowed with countless ancient Imperium runes and images of human struggle, sacrifice, and hope, forming an absolutely isolated and sacred Psionic Energy field!
"Ugh--!" "No--!" "It's cut off! The connection has been severed!"
The four gods were horrified to discover that they had Psionic Energy links with the Terra battlefield, with the temporary power infused into Angron, and even with the demons that were still struggling.
It was forcibly and brutally severed and repelled by this golden force field!
Terra was as if it had instantly transformed into a malignant tumor that had been thrown into scalding holy water, and all foreign, defiled Warp influences were being rapidly purified and expelled!
The once surging, mixed energy of the four gods within Angron's body, which had supported his regeneration, rapidly dried up and dissipated, like a polluted stream whose source had been drained.
With a thud, his knees slammed into the ground, his massive body trembling violently from the sudden loss of power and the backlash from the Butcher's Nails.
He raised his bloodied and mangled eye, now only one intact, and stared blankly and bewilderedly at the Black Sword still embedded in his chest.
Guilliman, who had already turned away, looked again at the boundless golden light that enveloped the sky.
This... this script is wrong?!
Where is the promised bitter battle, sacrifice, and tragedy?
How did my dad suddenly appear, and even turn on full-screen cleanup?
"That's right!"
Guilliman turned his head sharply, facing the kneeling Angron and the gradually emerging outline of the Dark Emperor.
A smile, a mixture of rage, cunning, and unbridled pleasure, almost ferocious, spread across his face.
"This is all part of Guilliman's plan!"
He burst into laughter, the sound so loud it made the surrounding pebbles tremble.
"This is all part of the plan!"
Guilliman turned gracefully to the side, pointing a single finger into the void. "Tzeentch! Your next line will be, 'From now on, you'll be known as the God of Trickery!'"
Tzeentch: From now on, you'll be called the God of Trickery...
!?
What!?
Before the laughter had even subsided, Guilliman moved.
He paid no attention to the Black Sword, "The End of All Things," piercing through his chest.
His left hand shot out like lightning, before the Dark Emperor's pale face, which had just begun to contort in shock, could react—
Snap!!!!!!
A solid, crisp, and extremely loud slap landed hard on the Dark Emperor's face!
The force was so great that it directly struck the Dark Emperor's Psionic Energy projection, which was formed from pure despair and malice, causing his head to snap back violently, and his entire body to ripple like water!
"You think you're so great?!"
Guilliman roared, his pent-up anger and frustration finally exploding, "Stabbing me in the back?! Huh?!"
He pressed his advantage, channeling immense power of Smart Atoms and the essence of the C'tan into his right foot, and delivered a powerful kick to the Dark Emperor's abdomen!
Thump!
Another kick!
Thump!!
Several kicks in quick succession!
Each kick was powerful and heavy, causing the projection of the Dark Emperor to retreat repeatedly, its form constantly twisting and flickering.
"Awesome! So awesome!"
As Guilliman kicked, he shouted with glee, as if he had discovered a new continent, "Is this what it feels like to beat up your own father?! It's... awesome!"
As if suddenly enlightened, he continued his attack while muttering, "I think I understand now... Horus from ten thousand years ago... Look at this 'yellow skin' face... Give it a good beating!"
It's as if it can really knock back all the gloom that has accumulated over ten thousand years!
"So you're calling yourself the Dark Emperor?!"
Guilliman lunged forward, dodging the opponent's hastily thrusting Black Sword, and then delivered a backhand punch to the opponent's face:
"You think just because you're standing on Terra, you're some kind of erect penis?! You think you can take over the whole world?! Huh?!"
"I'll teach you to be arrogant! I'll teach you to be arrogant!!" Punches and kicks rained down like a storm. "You think you're so great just because you know how to show off?!"
I'm pretty good at pretending too!
My right hand is always showing off!
He was truly furious.
Fighting with your own degenerate brother is a family matter, a clash of ideologies; you'd be prepared to fight to the death.
But the one stabbing you in the back is the dark side, disguised as the "father"—how can anyone tolerate that?!
"I often tell my kids, I'd rather be stabbed in the back with a knife than a stick—"
Guilliman delivered a powerful over-the-shoulder throw, slamming the Dark Emperor into the ground, raising a cloud of dust. "But that doesn't mean you can actually stab me in the back, you bastard!"