Will Win

"C'tan? Humph, it's just a parasite of Material Universe." Khorne's voice was full of disdain.

"They have no soul, no intention to kill, and no passion for fighting. Fighting against them would be worse than fighting Krork."

Tzeentch's crystal ball reflected the figures of Guilliman and the Burning One. His beak opened slightly. "But they are very strong."

"The pinnacle of Material Universe, the embodiment of the laws of physics. If they weren't born insulated from Warp, they would have been one of us long ago."

Nurgle said angrily, "With one of us? Are they worthy?"

"They have no desire, no fear, no pain. They are just a pile of moving stones and a burning fire. They are boring."

Slaanesh laughed, and the laughter was full of sarcasm. "But it is undeniable that their power is pure."

"Unlike us, we need believers, emotions, and soul nourishment. They only need to exist to influence Material Universe."

The four gods were silent at the same time.

They looked at the holographic projection and the two rays of light that were colliding crazily.

Then, Nurgle spoke, "Guilliman can win."

"Why?" Slaanesh asked.

Nurgle's voice was low and slow. "Because he is the new Emperor of Guilliman, Imperium of Man, and may even become our brothers and sisters."

The four gods were silent again.

They couldn't refute this statement.

If you say Guilliman is not possible at this time.

Isn't that the same as saying that they are not good?

This is allowed!

Our four original gods are awesome! The ape gods are also awesome!

The Burning One's spear thrust out suddenly, the speed was extremely fast, and the tip of the spear was condensed with sky fire that could destroy the galaxy.

Guilliman raised his sword to block, the sword collided with the gun, and a dazzling light burst out.

"You know," Guilliman said while beating, his tone was as relaxed as chatting, "When my father sealed Void Dragon back then, he used a wooden stick."

The Burning One's eyes flashed with doubt. "What?"

"Wooden stick." Guilliman repeated, his smile even brighter.

"It's the kind cut from a tree. It's peeled and easy to hold. A stone is set on it and it serves as the head of a gun. In one afternoon, I sealed your brother named Void Dragon."

The Burning One's gun suddenly exerted force, knocking Guilliman back several steps.

"You're talking nonsense!" His voice was full of anger.

"How could Lord Void Dragon be sealed by a wooden stick!"

Guilliman stabilized his figure, and his smile became even more embarrassing, "Don't believe it? Go to Mars and have a look."

"The stick is still stuck there, and it has become Adeptus Mechanicus's sacred object. They call it 'Omnissiah's Spear', but it is actually just a broken piece of wood."

The Burning One's processor - if he had one - was overloaded at that moment.

He wanted to refute, want to angrily rebuke, and wanted to use the most vicious words to respond to this mortal who knew nothing about heaven and earth.

But he found himself unable to refute.

Because if this is true, what does it mean? It means that they C'tan, in front of humans who are like ants in their eyes, are just clowns.

"You are looking for death!" The Burning One's flames suddenly surged, and his spear turned into a ray of emerald lightning, piercing Guilliman's heart.

Guilliman did not hide.

His sword faced him head-on, and the golden flames collided with the emerald-green sky fire, erupting into a dazzling light.

Their faces were very close to each other with their crossed weapons, and both had murderous intent and fighting intent in their eyes, and both had some kind of obsession that was almost crazy.

"Seriously," Guilliman's voice was calm, "You C'tan are really strong in Material Universe."

"But it's just Material Universe. You have no soul, no Psionic Energy, and no Warp projection."

"Your strength is the strength of the physical laws, the strength of the material structure, and the strength that can be decomposed with Atomic Law."

His sword exerted force suddenly, swinging the Burning One's spear away.

Then his sword swept across, and the golden sword light drew a semicircular arc in the void, slashing towards the Burning One's neck.

The Burning One dodged sideways, and the sword light grazed his shoulder armor, chipping away a layer of the burning sky fire on the Necrodermis armor.

"Who are you?" The Burning One's voice contained a hint of disbelief.

Guilliman smiled, "I said, I am a human being. A human being with a mother."

The Burning One's eyes flashed with a trace of madness.

His flames suddenly surged, and the emerald green sky fire spurted out from every gap in his armor, covering his entire body in flames.

His power is rising, the anger that has been imprisoned for 65 million years is erupting, and the madness that has been suppressed for 65 million years is being released.

"Human, you are too arrogant!" His voice was like thunder, exploding in the void.

"I want to show you what the real C'tan Power is!"

His spear thrust out suddenly, the speed was so fast that even Guilliman's sensor could not capture it.

Emerald green sky fire condensed on the tip of the spear, and the flame contained enough power to burn down the galaxy.

Guilliman raised his sword to block, but the force was too great. His sword was blown away, his body was stabbed by the spear tip, and his whole body flew backwards like a cannonball.

He crashed through an asteroid floating in the void, then another, and more than a dozen asteroids before finally stopping.

A deep dent appeared on his Power Armour, golden blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and his arms were shaking.

The Burning One stood in the void, the emerald green flames burning around him, like a god descending from the mortal world.

He looked down at Guilliman, his eyes burning with fire full of mockery.

"You are strong," there was a hint of appreciation in his voice.

"You should remember me forever."