Severing Earth from Heaven

The situation with the Blood Angels is even more outrageous.

A single Blood Angels was already capable of fighting a thousand men, and now--

He can take on ten thousand men single-handedly.

He looked at his hands, feeling the surging power, and suddenly a word came to mind:

Star Destroyer.

With his current strength, he should be able to take on a Star Destroyer single-handedly, right?

No, it should be able to take on ten ships single-handedly.

His lips curled into a wide grin, a smile that contained excitement, madness, and a hint of—

gratitude.

Thank you, Your Emperor.

Thank you, Lord Guilliman.

Thank you, everyone who is contributing your strength.

Then, he charged back into the battlefield.

Charge towards the fleeing Chaos Alliance.

Rushing towards that--

A one-sided massacre.

Lion knelt on the deck, feeling the golden light flow into his body.

The light was like a warm tide, washing over every inch of his flesh, every bone, and every cell.

He could feel his power rising rapidly.

The already ridiculously strong power is now increasing exponentially.

Double.

double.

Five times.

ten times.

It hasn't stopped yet.

It's still rising.

He felt like his body was about to burst, like --

Like a cream puff that's been stuffed with a lot of filling.

It's about to explode.

It's almost full.

Soon--

A breakthrough has been achieved.

In his eyes, the golden flames burned even more intensely.

The golden light on his sword became even more dazzling.

The golden runes on his shield shone even brighter.

He stood up.

That majestic body, now shrouded in golden light, resembled a god descending to earth.

He looked at the sword in his hand, at the golden Psionic Energy emanating from it.

He could sense that the power contained within the sword was enough to shatter stars with a single strike.

He looked at the shield in his hand, at the golden light flowing across it.

He could sense that the shield's defensive capabilities were sufficient to withstand any attack.

He raised his head, gazing at the distant Dragon Spirit Star, at Vashtorr standing atop the Demon-Forged Palace, at that—

The terrified Dark Mechanicum.

A slight smile appeared on his lips.

That smile contained murderous intent, anger, and a hint of—

I feel relieved.

"I am now--"

He said the sound exploded in the void, and in everyone's heart:

"I have everything I need!"

He raised his sword.

The sword was pointed at Vashtorr.

It points to that bastard who blasphemed his home planet.

It points to the demon who uses the souls of his offspring as fuel.

Pointing to that--

The enemy he was about to slay.

His power has surpassed that of himself ten thousand years ago.

His power is approaching that of Horus, who was empowered by the Four Chaos Gods.

His power has already—

Enough to kill a god.

And deep within that golden light, there seemed to be an even more majestic figure merging with him.

The figure's silhouette was exactly the same as his.

The figure's eyes also burned with golden flames.

The figure's hand, along with his, gripped the sword.

Logged in.

The player was boosted by someone else.

The Emperor has taken over.

Lion's smile grew even brighter.

"Bring it on."

He said:

Let's end this.

He took a step forward.

Towards Dragon Spirit Star.

Towards Vashtorr.

Towards that--

The final battle.

A golden light trailed behind him, leaving a long streak, like a shooting star, like a comet, like—

Divine punishment.

In the distant void, Dante gazed at the figure charging towards Dragon Spirit Star, at the lion shrouded in golden light, at that—

In his eyes, there was awe, admiration, and a hint of—

fanaticism.

He knelt on one knee and raised the sword in his hand:

"For the Emperor!"

Ten thousand Blood Angels knelt down simultaneously, raising their swords at the same time:

"For the Emperor!"

All the Dark Angels knelt down, raising their swords in unison:

"For the Emperor!"

The sound echoed in the void, echoed in the starry sky, and in—

Echoing through eternity.

Golden light illuminated everything.

On Dragon Spirit Star, Vashtorr's smile froze completely on his face.

He watched the approaching golden figure, feeling its overwhelming power.

He suddenly remembered something.

Ten thousand years ago, there was a man who almost wiped out the Four Chaos Gods.

Ten thousand years later, that man's radiance descended once more.

And he--

Right opposite that light.

Vashtorr's lips twitched slightly.

He wanted to say something.

I want to say something.

think--

But he couldn't say anything.

Because the golden light had already enveloped him.

Lion's mouth opened.

But the sound that came out was not his.

The voice was ancient and vast, like the first thunder at the beginning of the universe, like the roar of billions of stars burning simultaneously, like the voice of the Master of Mankind sitting on the Golden Throne.

"My thirteenth son."

The sound echoed throughout the entire battlefield, reverberated deep within the souls of every individual, and reverberated in every corner of the Warp:

"The Son of Hope, the future Master of Mankind, once promised—"

The Emperor paused, a faint hint of amusement in his voice:

"It will bring the Archmagos of a Chaos Machine God Divinity the Adeptus Mechanicus."

Vashtorr's pupils suddenly contracted.

What?

What did Guilliman promise?

Whose Divinity should be given to whom?

he?

The Chaos Machine God —isn't that him?!

"It's a pity he's not here."

The Emperor's voice continued, tinged with a hint of regret:

"Otherwise, you would have already been blasted into dust."

Vashtorr's heart skipped a beat.

He remembered the blue-skinned Primarch.

I think of that seemingly harmless man who sat beside the Golden Throne, handling state affairs every day.

I'm reminded of that madman who once said he wanted to turn Tyranids into livestock for consumption.

If that person came— Vashtorr dared not think any further.

"But."

The Emperor's voice rang out again, this time carrying a complex emotion:

"I, as a father, have sat on the throne for ten thousand years, and I feel guilty towards this child."

He raised the sword in his hand—the sword of Lion's Sword of Loyalty —but at this moment, the light burning on that sword far exceeded the power that any Primarch could control:

"Let me make up for it, even if it's just a little."

A beam of sword light shot into the sky.

The light was so intense that it instantly illuminated the Imperium Nihilus.

The intense heat of that light instantly eclipsed the surrounding stars.

The terrifying light instantly made Vashtorr's legs go weak.

Vashtorr stood atop the Demon-Forged Palace, gazing up at the approaching golden figure, at the raised sword, at that—

He had only one thought in his mind: What have I done to deserve this?

Is it worth your personal intervention?!

This is no longer a simple Psionic Energy blessing.

This is a direct account boosting service!

Even the Emperor himself took the command!

And this happened right in front of the Four Chaos Gods!