I Am No Longer Lost
In Warp, the golden sun emits soft light.
The light separated from the black sun and turned into a warm ball of light, floating towards the blue-gold Son of War.
Warp projection of Son of War - it is a majestic figure, surrounded by blue-gold Psionic Energy flames, holding Emperor's Sword in his hand.
He stood there like a mountain, like a star, like an unshakable god.
The golden sun floated to his side, and the face of Emperor emerged in the light. The face was old and kind, and his eyes were full of apologies.
"Son," Emperor's voice was gentle and sincere, "I have no choice but to do this. Dad wants this figure so much, please help him."
He stretched out his hand, and the golden light turned into a pair of big hands, gently placing them on Son of War's shoulders and slapping him on the shoulders.
That action was flattering and funny, completely unlike the posture that a master of the universe should have.
Son of War's mouth twitched.
He lowered his head and looked at the "father" who was beating his shoulders, and a complicated emotion surged in his heart.
It was helpless, funny, and a bit irrepressible - pampering.
"Only this time." His voice was full of helplessness.
Emperor's eyes lit up, and the golden light was full of joy. "Okay, okay, just this time!"
Son of War sighed, the sigh full of exhaustion.
What else can be done?
My father has already begged me like this, so he can't drag Emperor out to have a good meal. Although he really wants to.
"Okay," his voice was full of helplessness, "As long as you are happy."
Three hundred and sixty-one feigned defeat
In Material Universe, Guilliman took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, which was a bitter smile and a hint of helplessness.
"Okay," he murmured, "Just think of it as making dad happy."
He raised his head and looked at the approaching golden God of War.
In his eyes, the blue-gold light was shining.
In his mind, a plan was taking shape. He couldn't really lose, that would be too fake.
He couldn't win either, otherwise his father would be unhappy. So he could only pretend to be defeated.
Kaine's spear thrust forward at an extremely fast speed, with golden flames condensing on the tip of the spear.
Guilliman raised his sword to block, the sword collided with the gun, and a dazzling light burst out.
His body was knocked back several steps, and there was another crack on Power Armour.
"So strong!" His voice was full of surprise, but the surprise was fake.
The spear of Kaine struck again, this time, the tip of the spear carried the blessing of Emperor and the ten thousand years of human faith.
Guilliman dodged sideways, and the tip of the spear brushed against his shoulder armor, shaving off a corner of the shoulder armor.
His body staggered back, his posture awkward and funny.
"Impossible!" His voice was full of disbelief, "How could you suddenly become so strong!"
The corners of Kaine's mouth raised slightly, showing a proud smile.
His spear stabbed out like a storm, each shot carrying the determination to kill, and every blow carried out with all his strength.
Guilliman's sword drew circles one after another in front of him, blocking all the stormy attacks.
But his body was retreating, his arms were shaking, and his breathing was quickening.
"Admit defeat, human!" Kaine's voice was like thunder, exploding in the void, "I am the real God of War!"
A trace of anger flashed in Guilliman's eyes. It was not pretending, it was real anger. But he held it back, swung his sword fiercely, struck Kaine's gun shaft, and swung the spear away. Then his sword stabbed Kaine's chest, and the power of Atomic Law was condensed on the sword tip.
Kaine did not hide. He withstood the sword, and a crack appeared on the golden armor, and golden blood seeped out from the crack. But his spear also stabbed Guilliman in the shoulder, and the tip of the spear penetrated Power Armour, penetrated the flesh and blood, and came out from the back.
Guilliman groaned and staggered back. He knelt on one knee, and the blue-gold blood poured out from the wound and dripped on the ground.
Kaine didn't give him a chance to breathe. His gun swept across and knocked Guilliman away. Guilliman's body rolled in the air, and then hit the ground heavily, creating a deep crater.
Kaine walked up to him and looked down at the blue figure lying in a pool of blood. His eyes were full of the joy of victory, and there was a crazy smile on his lips.
"I won," his voice echoed in the void, "I am the real God of War!"
He stood on Guilliman, and his five-hundred-meter-tall body cast a long shadow. His spear was raised high, and the tip of the spear was condensed with golden flames. His voice was like thunder, spreading across the entire sea of stars.
"Long live Emperor!"
That voice echoed in the void, echoed in Warp, and echoed in the soul of every human warrior.
Three hundred and sixty-two surrender
Kaine knelt on one knee, and the 500-meter-tall giant body slowly sank in the void. His head was lowered deeply, and the golden wings were folded behind him. His voice was pious and firm, full of gratitude and loyalty.
"My lord, Kaine is at your service."
The golden sun flickered slightly, and the light was full of satisfaction. The voice of Emperor echoed in Warp, with a hint of smile in the voice:
"Okay, okay, okay."
Four Chaos Gods looked at this scene, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Khorne's fist hit the armrest, and a crack opened in the Brass Throne.
Tzeentch's crystal ball reflected the scene of Kaine kneeling down, his beak opened, but no sound came out.
In Garden of Nurgle, those flowers that had just bloomed instantly withered.
In Slaanesh's palace, those crazy music stopped abruptly.
They lost.
Total defeat.
Not only did he lose this war, he also lost a god of war.
The Kaine who once traded with them, the Kaine who once received blessings from Khorne, has now become the Greater Daemon of Emperor.
Living Saint, who became Dark King, became the new war incarnation of Imperium of Man.
In Warp, the golden sun slowly rises, and its light illuminates the entire Chaos field.
Kaine Standing in the light, the golden armor shines in the sun, the golden spear burns in the hand, and the golden wings spread out behind the back.
In his eyes, the bloody flames had faded, replaced by golden light.
That is the light of Emperor, the light of hope, the light of faith.
Guilliman climbed up from the crater and looked at the golden God of War. The corners of his mouth raised slightly. It was a wry smile and a hint of relief.
"Okay," he murmured, "At least dad is happy."
He turned around and walked towards the burning Craftworlds. Behind him, the blue-gold portal slowly opened. His figure disappeared in the light, leaving only a sentence echoing in the void.
"Go home."
In Warp, the black sun trembled slightly. In the golden light, the face of Emperor emerged. The face was old and kind, and his eyes were full of smiles.
"Young boy," his voice echoed in Warp, the voice was gentle and distant, "Are you still feeling confused~~"
Kaine raised his head, his golden eyes full of determination. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, showing a smile.
"No, my lord. I am no longer confused."