Deceiving the Blood God!
"You really are ugly now."
Guilliman looked at the completely changed Kaine before him, his eyes filled with a hint of helplessness, a hint of regret, and a faint sigh.
He watched Kaine gradually fall into depravity, step by step plunging into the embrace of Chaos.
From someone who, like myself, symbolized war and glory, to what I am now, it's hard not to feel a sense of shared sorrow.
They were both symbols of war, both carrying the hopes of their races, yet they chose such a path of no return, throwing themselves into the Chaos and filth. How tragic and lamentable!
You wouldn't understand.
Kaine was breathing heavily, his voice hoarse and heavy, filled with exhaustion and despair, yet also with an undeniable determination.
He raised his head, his eyes, already bloodshot, fixed on Guilliman, and spoke slowly and deliberately.
"At least you humans have a Supreme Psyker, and Emperor to protect you, to guard your last line of defense, and to preserve your hope for revival."
"But we are gone. The gods of the Eldar have long since fallen, the Phoenix King Asuryan has vanished without a trace, and our former glory has vanished like a bubble. The entire race is barely clinging to life and is on the verge of extinction."
"The Eldar now needs a complete God of War, someone who can lead the race out of its predicament, and that person is it."
"Not those empty-headed prophets, not the long-vanished gods, but me, the berserker once despised by the Aeldari Gods, Blood God Kaine!"
Kaine's voice grew increasingly impassioned, filled with boundless sorrow and anger.
It was a sense of helplessness in the face of the Destiny of the race, a sense of indignation at one's own situation, and a heavy burden weighing on one's shoulders.
Guilliman raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
He looked at the Blood God Kaine, who had just been roaring madly and losing his mind.
At this moment, he was able to express his will so clearly and utter such words full of profound meaning and responsibility, which subtly changed my opinion of Kaine.
He had initially thought Kaine was just a madman consumed by the lust for war, but he never expected that beneath that mad exterior lay such a deep-seated conviction and sense of responsibility for his race.
At this moment, Guilliman acknowledged that Kaine was qualified to be a war god of a dominant race, just like himself, and qualified to bear the Destiny of his race.
"But it's still not enough."
Guilliman slowly withdrew his gaze, his tone calm yet undeniably powerful. He slightly raised the Emperor's Sword in his hand, and the golden Psionic Energy flames surged once more.
"If that's all you've got, you're not qualified to revive the Eldar. Such power is still utterly vulnerable."
The moment the words left his mouth, Guilliman no longer hesitated. A vast amount of Psionic Energy erupted from his body, and golden Psionic Energy shot straight into the sky.
It coalesced into an unparalleled, enormous golden sword phantom in the sky.
The giant sword phantom stood tall and imposing, its blade imbued with the will of the Emperor and the power of atomic splitting. Its oppressive aura swept across the entire star field, causing the heavens and earth to change color.
Guilliman, wielding the phantom of a giant sword, swiftly and decisively slashed down at Kaine with the force of splitting the heavens and earth.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"
Kaine let out a desperate and frantic roar.
He raised the brass sword in his hand, and with all his might and his last hope, he slashed fiercely at the huge golden phantom sword.
But before that vast and boundless golden phantom, his figure appeared incredibly small, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, or a moth drawn to a flame—utterly insignificant.
Kaine felt the terrifying pressure emanating from the other side, as if a sea of stars were pressing down on him, and the last shred of hope in his heart was completely shattered.
He closed his eyes helplessly, his heart filled with endless sorrow and powerlessness.
He's still too weak.
Even with the blessing of Khorne and the surge in power, he was only about 30% of his peak strength at this moment, and was still no match for Guilliman's absolute power.
He gave it his all, struggled with everything, and risked his dignity and soul, but in the end, nothing could be changed.
He couldn't save the Eldar, couldn't protect their glory, and couldn't even control his own Destiny.
An overwhelming sense of powerlessness completely overwhelmed him, swallowing up all his will and stubbornness.
I... ultimately felt utterly powerless.
Khorne, atop the Brass Throne, continued to utter seductive Whisper, his crimson Chaos power like greedy tentacles, relentlessly coiling towards Kaine's shattered Divinity.
The voice carried an irresistible allure, imbued with the power to restore the Eldar's God of War to his peak, each word striking Kaine's soul.
"Then submit to me."
"If you submit to me, I will give you more power and allow you to return to your former glory."
"I can even make you my god, and together with me wield endless blood and war."
"Submit, War God of the Eldar!"
Khorne's seduction grew increasingly urgent, and the Blessing of Blood surged into Kaine's body like a tidal wave, eroding his last vestiges of sanity.
You should have felt it, right?
"That Slaanesh has long since taken control of the souls of your Eldar people; they are the very evil beings born from your Eldar!"
"As long as you submit to me, I can help you break free from this shackle of fate."
"From this day forward, the Eldar will regain their freedom, roam the Milky Way, once again ascend to the position of cosmic overlord, and forever enjoy my protection!"
The dense, crimson Chaos power almost completely enveloped Kaine, Khorne's hand had already solidified, about to press down completely on Kane's Divinity, completing the final transformation into a corrupted being.
Everyone believed that the Eldar God of War would eventually fall into Chaos and become Khorne's sharpest claws.
At this critical moment, Kaine suddenly raised his hand and slapped it down.
A crisp sound suddenly rang out, and the Blood God's hand, which was about to descend, was abruptly interrupted!
The last surge of immense Chaos blessing was completely absorbed into his body, without a trace leaking out.
The next second, Kaine looked up, his eyes devoid of any previous struggle or despair, only cold cunning and sharpness remained.
He looked at the enraged Khorne in the Warp, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
"What you said makes a lot of sense!"
He paused, then spoke with a powerful, resolute tone.
"But I refuse!"
Upon hearing this, the crimson tide in the Warp instantly boiled over!
No one expected that all the hesitation, vulnerability, and desperation just now were all part of a carefully crafted deception by Blood God Kaine.
His so-called helpless compromise and supposed near-degradation were nothing more than a trap to lure his enemies.
Warfare is based on deception; this is the strategy of the God of War.
He feigned weakness, pretending to be consumed by despair, all to trick Khorne no expense in bestowing his blessing.
Khorne, pouring all the Chaos Power—enough to forge two Greater Daemon —into his quest to subdue this powerful general.
At this moment, Kaine's power surged, firmly reaching 80% of his peak combat strength!
This act of turning one's back on someone is very much like the behavior of that Emperor of Mankind on the Golden Throne.
The Warp was instantly thrown into a violent tremor, and the name of Blood God Kaine was now placed alongside that of the Emperor of Mankind, both gaining a VIP spot on the Warp's list of untrustworthy individuals.
Khorne's furious roar echoed across the Chaos realm, as endless crimson lightning crashed down in a frenzy.
He had never been so fooled before; this was the ultimate provocation against the supreme authority of the Blood God!
Kaine gripped the transformed brass sword firmly in his hand, his body no longer tainted by any Chaos or filth, only the fierce fighting spirit unique to the God of War remained.
He gained power through deception, preserved his dignity, and never betrayed his own race.
This is the Eldar the Blood God of the Spirit Race: to fight to the death rather than kneel and submit.