I Will Devour You!

One divine sword shattered, and he immediately drew out the next one.

The blade shattered, so he replaced it with another.

Like a relentless war machine, they launched a fierce and relentless attack on the Slaanesh.

He is the god of war, possessing unparalleled combat power.

Even though there is a difference in rank between him and the newly born Slaanesh, even though the other party is one of the Four Chaos Gods.

He also fought Slaanesh to a standstill through sheer violence of war.

They even gained the upper hand for a short period of time, forming an overwhelming advantage.

That was the glory of the God of War, the ultimate expression of the Eldar's millennia-long will to fight.

Ninety-eight divine swords shattered one after another during the fierce battle, turning into countless specks of light that dissipated into the Warp.

Kaine remained unfazed, suddenly drawing his last weapon and unleashing all his divine power to slash fiercely at Slaanesh's divine body.

He firmly believed that this strike would end this catastrophe.

But the next moment, a piercing cracking sound shattered all illusions.

That last weapon was not the supreme divine sword.

It was just an ordinary iron sword, which shattered the moment it touched the body of Slaanesh.

Countless fragments scattered and flew, striking Slaanesh with a crisp sound.

To Kaine, the sound was like the ultimate mockery.

Slaanesh let out a seductive yet wicked laugh.

The laughter echoed throughout the Eldar Pantheon, as if mocking the god of war's overestimation of his abilities, as if ridiculing his foolishness and incompetence.

It was at that moment that Kaine realized that war is never just a contest of brute force; the gap in equipment can truly crush all efforts.

It's like trying to fight a max-level boss with a beginner's sword; the only possible outcome is to get scratched or have your sword shattered.

Slaanesh's laughter transformed into terrifying Chaos power, directly shattering Kaine's divine body.

This invincible war god of the Eldar Race shattered at this moment, his divine body turning into countless fragments scattered across every corner of the Milky Way.

These are the Kaine fragments that have been passed down through the ages.

As time passed, countless secrets were buried.

Kaine's fragments lay dormant in the void, yet they always harbored the obsession of regrouping and returning to their peak.

Like the shattered C'tan Shard, every piece of Kaine yearns for wholeness, for the restoration of the glory of the God of War.

There are many ways to reassemble the fragments.

The war intent that devoured the Eldar allowed the fragments to slowly grow stronger amidst endless slaughter.

By combining other scattered fragments of Kaine, the outline of the divine body is gradually pieced together.

It can even directly devour the souls of the Eldar, using the essence of living beings to fill its own deficiencies.

The quickest and most effective way to bring him back to his peak is to devour other war concepts.

The Greater Daemon under Khorne's command, as well as the power of violence and slaughter wielded by Khorne himself, and the projections of the war intentions of various races in the Warp, all provided him with excellent nourishment.

As long as he can absorb these powers, he can reassemble his divine body and recreate the supreme majesty of the God of War of yesteryear.

At that very moment, the aura emanating from Guilliman instantly drew all of Kaine's fragments' attention.

It was a war essence so pure and extreme, the primal power belonging to the Son of War of humankind.

Robert Guilliman, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, the creator of the Astartes Codex, and the Regent of the Imperium of Man, possesses Son of War rank that is far beyond that of ordinary War Gods.

The Greater Daemon under the command of the Four Chaos Gods of Chaos are already close to being Lesser God. The weaker ones are slightly inferior to Lesser God, while the stronger ones even surpass ordinary Lesser God.

Guilliman's nature Son of War had once devoured the Greater Daemon Skarbrand of Khorne, and also the two-headed bird Greater Daemon of Tzeentch.

War requires absolute, overwhelming violence; that is the power held by Khorne, the absolute force to tear the enemy apart head-on.

War also requires the ultimate intellectual game, which is the power held by Tzeentch, and the tactical strategies of calculating people's hearts and laying out the battle situation.

War is about overwhelming others with brute force, and it is also about tactical checks and balances.

War, in its essence, is about eliminating the enemy at all costs; it is a combination of violence and intelligence.

Without a doubt, the authority of Khorne and Tzeentch is far more in line with Guilliman's nature Son of War than the decay of Nurgle or the Pleasure of Slaanesh.

Not to mention, Guilliman's war origins also embody the boundless light of hope for the entire human race.

That was pure positive energy, the light that humanity had gathered from its unwavering loyalty and never-give-up spirit during four thousand years of despair.

The purity of that light was comparable to the divine power wielded by Asuryan, the king of all Eldar Race.

The Aeldari Gods are rare positive deities in the Warp, and they have an innate desire and thirst for this pure positive energy.

After completely devouring the two Greater Daemon, Guilliman's essence as the Son of War became increasingly rich and mellow, like the finest delicacies in the world.

This aura gave the Kaine fragments a glimpse of the absolute possibility of re-coalescing and returning to their peak.

The fragment of Kaine let out a roar that shook the void. Now, having gathered the power of the fragment, he possessed one-tenth of the combat strength of his original body.

Even with only one-tenth of his power, he was still the remnant of the Eldar's God of War, a divine being who controlled war.

He could clearly sense that as long as he could devour the human Primarch in front of him...

By absorbing the essence of war and the hope of humanity within him, he can break free from the shackles of the fragments, reshape his complete divine body, and return to his former peak state.

As a war god who dared to draw his sword against even Slaanesh, even now that only broken fragments remain, Kaine's arrogance and decisiveness have never diminished in the slightest.

Without any hesitation or delay, the fragment of Kaine transformed into a crimson streak of light, carrying an aura of world-destroying power, and rushed straight toward Guilliman.

As Kaine launched his charge, Guilliman, standing in the void, secretly let a trickle of saliva drip from the corner of his mouth.

It wasn't out of cowardice or fear, but rather a primal craving.

Not only Kaine smelled the fragrance of war, but Guilliman's Son of War nature also detected the delicious aroma of the God of War.

Guilliman's war spirit was boiling, roaring, and madly craving what was before him.

He was the Son of War, the embodiment of humanity's will to fight, but in any case, he was ultimately just a darling of war.

The Kaine before them was the true god of war, an ancient deity who held the power of war.

How can the darling of war be compared to the god of war?

If he can devour the Kaine fragment before him, his essence Son of War will undergo an unprecedented qualitative change, transforming him from a darling of war into the true master of war.

For Guilliman, this was undoubtedly a stroke of good fortune, a most generous gift from nature.

Guilliman raised his hand and gently wiped away the traces from the corner of his mouth, a fierce battle igniting in his blue-gold eyes.

The usually calm and collected regent now revealed the fervor and sharpness of a warrior.

"This is truly... a gift from nature."

He murmured softly, his tone calm, yet carrying an undeniable resolve.

The next moment, Guilliman drew the Emperor's Sword from his waist.

Holy flames instantly erupted from the sword, illuminating the entire void with golden light.

The majesty of Emperor and the beliefs of humanity intertwine and flow on the sword, exuding a sacred aura that suppresses all evil and Chaos.

Guilliman gripped the hilt of his sword, his body erupting with a dazzling blue-gold light, and charged fiercely towards Kaine's crimson divine flames like an arrow released from a bow.

The fragment of Kaine opposite him clenched his fists, and two blood-red divine swords materialized in his hands. They were the Blood Hand Blades of the God of War, stained with the blood of countless gods and living beings.

The two blood swords merged in the void with a roar, transforming into an even larger and more violent crimson battle blade.

The blade was wreathed in divine flames capable of destroying everything, carrying the power to tear apart Milky Way, as it slashed fiercely down at Guilliman's Emperor's Sword.

Crimson divine flames and golden holy flames clashed violently in the void, the tyranny of the god of war and the unwavering resolve of the Son of War clashing in an instant.

The air vibrated violently, ripples spread through the void, and an energy storm spread wildly from the two centers.

The Craftworlds, suspended in the void in the distance, was impacted by this terrifying force.

Its entire body trembled violently, and countless cracks appeared on the outer shell constructed of Wraithbone, causing the entire Craftworlds to shake.