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Kaine's movements suddenly stopped, and the roar suddenly stopped and turned into a painful wail.

He could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in the golden flame.

It was the power of a natural enemy that restrained his entire existence, an absolute suppression that his broken body could not withstand.

He felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart, and at the same time he realized a cruel fact very clearly.

I am afraid that only a complete body Kaine that has truly reached perfection and regained all its strength can suppress the human Primarch in front of it and regain its own dignity.

But now he is just a broken fragment of God.

It is the remnant soul of Eldar that is lingering after its decline. It has very little strength and cannot even maintain a complete will.

The Guilliman on the opposite side is a complete war darling, a perfect Primarch carefully crafted by Emperor.

Possessing a frighteningly strong Material Universe body, he controls the Material Universe laws that reach the C'tan level.

Eternity strengthens the body, atoms split all things.

Guilliman's Atomic Slash, each blow is decomposing the origin of matter.

Although it has limited impact on the intertwined existence of Psionic Energy and Divinity like Kaine, and cannot kill it with one strike, but the cumulative effect is that every slash is destroying Kaine's body in Realspace, and constantly tearing apart his Divinity carrier.

It's like a regular Space Marines, countered by a pure physical attack against Greater Daemon.

It seems insignificant, but once enough is accumulated, it can still banish powerful demons back to Warp.

Psionic Energy can interfere with Material Universe, and the power of Material Universe can also reversely erode and affect the existence of Psionic Energy. This is the law of balance in the universe, and no one can violate it.

Not to mention, Guilliman now possesses the vast Psionic Energy essence, blessed by the dual power of matter and Psionic Energy, and has long been in an invincible position.

"No, I don't want to lose, I want to be whole again, and I want to fight again!"

Kaine's soul was struggling fiercely. He let out an extremely unwilling roar, his voice was hoarse and broken, with a strong sense of despair and stubbornness.

He is the Eldar God of War, the soul of war of the race. How could he fall? How could he be defeated in the hands of a human?

The glory of Eldar is still waiting for him to revive, and the people of Eldar are still waiting for him to protect him. He cannot lose, and he must not fall!

At this last moment of life and death, Blood God Kaine, who was on the verge of collapse, finally found a glimmer of hope and hope from Warp in the midst of endless despair.

He raised his head and let out a roar that shook the star field at the broken sky, venting all his unwillingness, all his desires, and all his obsession with war.

And at this moment, Brass Throne deep inside Warp finally responded to his expectations.

Khorne's majestic, violent, and supremely coercive voice transcended the barriers between matter and Warp, and resounded directly into the depths of Kaine's soul.

"If you desire war, go to war, bring me skulls, and fight for me!"

Simple words, but carrying an unquestionable command, carrying the supreme authority of Chaos Blood God.

Khorne wants to transform Kaine, and he wants to completely pull this Eldar God of War under his command and become his sharpest butcher knife.

The moment Khorne's voice fell, a burst of brighter and richer blood-red light suddenly appeared on Kaine's body than before. It was the light of Chaos's blessing and the arrival of Khorne's power.

A steady stream of blood-colored power poured into Kaine's body from Warp, like a flood that broke a bank, frantically washing away his broken body and soul.

His strength began to recover and surge at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The power of that blessing is so terrifying that it can create a top-notch Greater Daemon almost instantly.

It can directly upgrade an ordinary warrior to Daemon Prince, not to mention the already extraordinary Kaine.

Kaine feels the surge of power in his body, feels the power of Chaos that is full of blood and desire to kill, and has mixed feelings in his heart.

This is a power that he once despised and looked down upon, a Chaos filth full of vulgarity and brutality.

There is no pride and dignity as a warrior, only a pure and pathological desire for blood and an obsession with killing.

As the Eldar God of War, he has always advocated glorious war and the dignity and pride of warriors.

He has always scorned Khorne, a power like Chaos that only knows how to kill and does not distinguish between friend and foe, and even looking at it feels like it has tarnished his identity.

But now, he has no right to dislike it, no room for rejection.

Defeat has been decided. If he refuses this power, all that awaits him will be his soul disappearing and his complete demise, without even a chance to make a comeback.

He roared crazily deep in his soul, justifying himself.

He did not succumb to Chaos, nor did he fall. He only temporarily borrowed this power for Eldar, in order to continue fighting, and in order to revive his own race.

But he knows better than anyone else that once he uses this power, once he accepts the blessing of Khorne, he will inevitably be branded as Chaos.

His soul will be eroded by the power of Chaos, and he will fall into the embrace of Khorne step by step, and will never be able to look back.

This is a road of no return, drinking poison to quench thirst, but he has no choice.

Under the erosion and transformation of Chaos's power, Blood God Kaine's body began to undergo horrific changes.

Two curved and ferocious blood-colored horns slowly grew from the top of his head. The horns were covered with fine Chaos runes, exuding a violent aura.

His body was gradually covered with a layer of thick and rough brass armor. The armor was engraved with countless patterns of skulls and blood, just like the throne of Khorne.

Even the Sword of Kaine in his hand, which had accompanied him for eternity, had completely transformed. The sword body turned into the color of brass, and the blade was filled with a rich blood-colored murderous aura, completely turning into Chaos's weapon.

At this moment, Kaine no longer has even half of the elegance and sanctity of Eldar, the God of War.

His whole body was filled with the violence and brutality of Chaos, like a demon emerging from the blood prison, ugly and ferocious.