Offer Me Your Devotion

The vast figure in Warp has a panoramic view of all this.

That's human Primarch, that's Son of War, that's Guilliman.

As he said, if you sincerely pray to me, I will definitely respond.

Son of War, respond to all believers, no matter which race you are, no matter what sins you have committed.

The moment you pray sincerely and let go of all arrogance and prejudice, you become a believer in war.

The next second, the blue-gold war avenue was completely opened.

A vast blue-gold figure stepped out from the avenue.

With a wave of your hand, there is endless power of war.

He slapped away Slaanesh's dirty big hand and drove it completely back to the depths of Warp, not daring to come any closer.

"No matter what, I will protect this person!"

The voice of Guilliman resounded throughout Warp and Material Universe, majestic and firm, with undoubted power.

"It's really rare to abandon the proud Eldar!"

"In this case, I accept your personal confession, but the destruction of Craftworlds is inevitable."

"Your ignorance has destroyed my home and I can't stand it."

"But there are also Eldar who have abandoned their arrogance and are willing to be my allies. Thank you to them and thank you for your humility at this moment, which makes me willing to save Eldar!"

In the endless Sea of Souls, the vast figure of Guilliman slowly opened his mouth, and his voice spread throughout the world.

The prophet's soul, under the care of Guilliman, instantly became stable and there was no longer the risk of dissipating.

He was suspended in Warp, bowed his head deeply towards Guilliman, and offered his most pious and humble faith.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your tolerance!"

"Please impose divine punishment."

"More importantly, I implore you to lead Eldar to new life!"

Guilliman waved his hand, and endless Atomic Law power surged across the battlefield.

In Material Universe, the prophet's originally broken and destroyed body was transformed under the influence of Atomic Law.

Rapidly reorganizing and repairing, every inch of skin and every inch of bone is perfectly restored and even tougher than before.

The prophet's soul, following the blue-gold war path, smoothly returned to his body and regained life.

And with the prophet as the final link, a huge blue-gold portal suddenly lit up on the battlefield.

The light was bright, illuminating the entire pitch-black star field, containing supreme majesty and power.

At this moment, the god of war Kaine, who was slaughtering Ultramarines crazily on the battlefield, finally stopped what he was doing.

He felt it.

He felt the terrifying power in the portal that also symbolized the God of War, which was no less than or even far superior to his own.

That was the aura belonging to another god of war, an existence that could compete with him or even crush him.

Kaine turned around suddenly, staring at the blue-gold portal with his scarlet eyes. The blood-red war flames around him instantly surged, and he entered the highest alert state.

The next second, a tall and majestic figure stepped out of the blue-gold portal.

Robert·Guilliman, Primarch of Imperium of Man, Emperor One of the best sons, the embodiment of war and order, has officially arrived.

He was wearing a finely crafted glorious battle armor, surrounded by blue and gold war Psionic Energy, and his blue eyes were deep and majestic.

He looked calmly at the God of War Kaine in front of him, without the slightest fear or wavering.

The Emperor's Sword in his hand was slowly raised, and the sword ignited with raging golden flames. The flames danced and burned away all the evil and falsehood in the world.

Guilliman looked straight at the bloody-handed God of War in front of him with burning eyes, and his voice was cold and majestic, resounding throughout the battlefield.

"Bow down to me, Shards of Khaine of Eldar!"

The blue-gold door slowly dissipated in the endless void. It was not a dead thing made of metal and hinges in the mortal world, but a divine portal formed by Eldar billions of souls.

The stream of light flowed out from the crack of the door like a solidified star river, and the halo of intertwined blue and dark gold filled the entire void, reflecting the originally dead Craftworlds dome like a dream.

Kaine stood behind the door, his broken divine body condensed into an almost complete form. Scarlet divine flames surged around him. The ancient and violent Eldar divine inscriptions were engraved on the blood-red armor. Every line told the past of killing and conquest.

He raised his head slightly, his scarlet eyes scanning the surroundings, his nose twitching slightly, like the world's top hunter looking for traces of his prey.

The next moment, an indescribable fragrance flowed into his divine body along the wind of the void.

It is not the fragrance of flowers or the mellow aroma of fine wine, but a taste that is engraved into the bone marrow and integrated into the soul.

It is the smell of gunpowder smoke, the smell of steel colliding, the smell of blood spurting out, and the smell of hundreds of millions of creatures screaming towards death.

It was the unique taste of war, a gluttonous feast that belonged to him, the Eldar God of War.

The corners of Kaine's mouth curved in a cold and fanatical arc, and a roar that shook Warp erupted from his divine body.

He is Kaine, Keira Mensah Kaine, the God of Bloody Hands, the Lord of Murder, the supreme being in charge of war and violence in Aeldari Pantheon.

In this ancient Milky Way myth, there was never a gentle beginning. The birth of Eldar was a miracle of creation born for war.

The original intention of Old Ones in creating Eldar was never to allow them to thrive, sing and dance in Milky Way.

Instead, they were forged into the sharpest war weapons and thrown into the War in Heaven that swept the entire universe.

Use the blood and bones of Eldar to pave the way to victory for Old Ones.

Therefore, in the long history of Eldar, the first god born was never Phoenix King Asuryan who held hope and royal power!

But him, God of War Kaine!

The first cry from the Eldar race has nothing to do with the joy of life or the ignorance of new life.

It is the roar of war and the oracle of Kaine!

From the moment this race was born, it had only one mission engraved deep in its soul, and that was war.

Endless royal conquests, battles across the star field that span hundreds of millions of light years, countless civilizations were destroyed under the iron heel of Eldar, and countless races were reduced to ashes in the flames of war.

The last screams of those creatures before death are not attachment to life, nor fear of death.

It is the ultimate tribute to war and the most pious worship to the God of War Kaine.