Two Divine Thrones!

Guilliman spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice not loud, yet it seemed as if he were announcing a new law of the universe:

"Why don't I just become the god who rules over eternal life in the Material Universe?"

Before he finished speaking, Guilliman held nothing more to his name.

The power within him was a fusion of the essence of C'tan, the Vitruvian physique, the authority to Atomic Manipulation, the source of Law of Eternity, and the immense power of human faith!

It erupted without any restraint!

It wasn't Psionic Energy shock, but rather the rules and power essence of the Material Universe that, in an overwhelming and unprecedented manner, brazenly invaded the Warp realm!

The C'tan of the Material Universe descends upon the Warp!

At that moment, the entire Warp fell silent!

It's actually the Material Universe, with dual god-level cultivation in Warp!

"What?!"

"This feeling?!"

"That's the direction! The power of the Material Universe?!"

"How is that possible?!"

Deep within the Warp, four enormous, twisted, and terrifying wills, representing extreme emotions and concepts, were almost simultaneously awakened!

The eternal struggle and scheming of the Four Chaos Gods — Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle, Slaanesh —paused for a brief moment.

They incredulously turned their "gaze" toward the direction where Sanguinius was hiding.

The power of the Warp has always been like pervasive sewage, wantonly eroding, infiltrating, and manipulating the Material Universe!

When will the rigid, sluggish, and passive forces of the Material Universe be freed from their influence?

They actually managed to so proactively, so forcefully, and so... aggressively intrude into the Warp?!

This completely overturned their preconceived notions!

In the Material Universe, I'm clearly like an impotent husband in an adult film.

Why is the situation so terrifying today? It looks like they're going to bully the minotaur!

Then, they "saw" it.

I saw the crack illuminated by the blue-gold light.

They saw Guilliman's towering figure, like the embodiment of the laws of the Material Universe, emerging from the rift, and the spirit of Sanguinius that he was trying to pull out.

"It's that ' Emperor's Variable'! Guilliman!"

"Damn it! How could he be there?!"

"What does he want to do?! Take that little golden bird away?!"

"Stop him!"

Khorne's roar was the first to ring out; his pure desire for destruction and war made him want to act almost immediately.

However, Tzeentch's calculating and scheming Whisper quickly intervened. "Wait!"

Something was wrong with him... The 'presence' he exuded... was more 'heavy' than ever before!

Moreover, he is not merely a spiritual projection; he is supported by the power of the Material Universe...

Nurgle's slow, yet venomous voice muttered, "No... the ' Rotting Embrace ' plague I prepared specifically for him, to infiltrate his unique life form, is not yet complete..."

"We're acting hastily right now..."

Slaanesh's seductive and manic laugh rang out, "Hehe... What's there to be afraid of?"

With the four of us attacking together, how could we not take him down?

No matter how special he is, can he possibly be stronger than the Emperor at his peak?

With the four of us joining forces, could we possibly...?

Just as Slaanesh was inciting him, a power far more ancient, purer, and more extreme than the one Guilliman was currently displaying emerged.

It is filled with endless sacrifice and the heavy, chilling rage of humanity's collective will!

Like a supernova explosion, from another extremely distant, extremely dark region in Warp, yet radiating an inviolable golden light.

It descended suddenly, precisely and primarily enveloping the territory of Nurgle, which consisted of countless Plague Garden!

A magnificent and furious will, seemingly formed from the roars of billions of human souls, exploded directly in Nurgle's perception:

"Nurgle —you rotten piece of trash—what do you intend to do to my son?!"

Even though the Emperor's true form is trapped on the Golden Throne, he transforms into an eternal Astronomican that scorches the Warp.

But His terrifying Psionic Energy will, accumulated over millennia, bearing the heaviest prayers and sacrifices of the human race.

Once truly provoked, its power is still enough to make any Chaos Gods tremble!

Even if I hold the Imperium of Man in my hands, I can still destroy your Nurgle's Garden!

That will seemed to transform into a giant hand burning with golden flames, hovering above Nurgle's Garden, though it did not strike directly.

But that undisguised, domineering will—"If you dare touch my son, I'll smash your Plague Paradise to pieces even if my Astronomican dims!"

Nurgle's slowly undulating stream of consciousness froze instantly, and countless pustules and flowers seemed to wilt for a moment.

Even His signature, ever-joyful grumbling tone had changed, carrying a subtle hint of... something from the heart?

"Uh... just kidding... bro... just kidding..."

Nurgle's thoughts reached out, attempting to "smooth things over," "You know, among the four Warp Gods, I'm the most 'amiable' and the most 'peaceful'..."

How could I possibly do something so despicable and opportunistic?

It's all a misunderstanding..."

(Tzeentch, Khorne, Slaanesh: Pshaw! Coward! We knew you were no good!)

Ultimately, under the Emperor's unreasonable, overprotective threats, they were defeated.

Fearful of Guilliman's unprecedented ability to reverse-invade the Material Universe.

Furthermore, the hasty decision made it impossible to ensure Guilliman's survival, and there was a risk of facing the Emperor's furious retaliation and Guilliman's counterattack.

The Four Chaos Gods have reached a rare tacit agreement to "wait and see for the time being."

It would be unwise to make a move now...

Tzeentch coldly calculated that if he angered the cursed "Corpse King" and his even more troublesome son at this moment...

If they team up, they can at least take down two of us.

If these two are "lucky," perhaps only one of them can survive their combined attack...

(Nurgle secretly rejoiced that he had "reacted quickly" and avoided being the first to be hit.)

If the Ninth Primarch were to be resurrected and return, that troublesome golden bird...

Khorne felt a bit uneasy, so the "game" that followed... was definitely not going to be fun.

So it seems... Slaanesh licked his invisible lips, waiting for an even more "delicious," even more "perfect" moment...

Let's wait until that old scumbag Nurgle has finished researching his Corrosive Plague before we talk about it...

Under the watchful eyes of the four Chaos Gods, each harboring their own ulterior motives and temporarily holding back their actions.

Guilliman's "arm," constructed from the immense power of the Material Universe, firmly grasped the still hesitant spirit wrist of Sanguinius.

"Stop spacing out, bro!" Guilliman pulled hard. "I've already bought your 'ticket'!"

The 'Resurrection' train is about to depart! If you don't get on board soon, I'm not providing meals anymore!

The blue-gold light suddenly contracted, and the rift closed rapidly, swallowing up Sanguinius's exclamation and Guilliman's "out of tune" urging.

The ripples of the Material Universe's reverse intrusion into Warp gradually subsided.

Only four enormous and somber wills remained, silently watching, calculating, and waiting in the abyss of Chaos for the next, perhaps even more perilous, clash.

In the Realspace, within the Baal Temple, lies a starlight sapphire coffin imbued with the Eternal Essence.

Its inner azure radiance had reached its zenith, as if a blue sun was being conceived and born within it!

The coffin itself emitted a faint hum and tremor, as if it were about to collapse under its own weight...

All eyes were fixed on that spot.

A miracle, or rather, a divine intervention, is about to be revealed.