Phoenix King

The figure was wearing a loose golden robe, and the material of the robe was like flowing sunlight.

There are no complicated patterns, but it carries a supreme majesty. The hem of the clothes hangs down and blows gently in the wind. It doesn't have any smoke and smoke, but it makes people feel very close.

He is about two meters tall, and he is always in front of extraordinary beings and gods who are huge in stature.

It looks particularly moderate, without any sense of oppression, but it has an aura that makes people look up to it.

He has an extremely handsome face, with clear contours and soft lines.

The eyes are a clear golden white, just like this Garden of Nurgle halo, gentle and deep, as if they contain all the stars.

There is no violence, no indifference, no condescension and alienation, just walking quietly among Garden of Nurgle, walking calmly and looking relaxed.

There is a faint, pure order Psionic Energy lingering around.

That Psionic Energy is gentle and powerful, not like the filth and madness of Warp Chaos Gods, but instead carries the peace of the master of all things.

This is an extremely rare trait. Even in the vast universe, only a few people possess this trait.

The existence in front of me actually has a divine halo similar to Emperor of Mankind.

It is a unique aura that belongs to the supreme being and is above the laws of all things. It is a terrifying power that is enough to shake the Warp pattern.

Guilliman stood at the entrance of Garden of Nurgle, staring at the golden figure with his blue eyes. Huge waves were arousing in his heart, but he still remained extremely calm on the surface.

He has fought countless battles, seen countless powerful beings, seen the terror of Chaos Gods, seen the weirdness of C'tan, and seen the antiquity and mystery of Eldar.

I am more aware of the power and majesty of my father - Emperor of Mankind.

But the figure in front of him, even though he didn't release any power or show any hostility, still made him feel the shock from the soul level.

This is a god.

A true, ancient, and fully authoritative god.

It's not the broken fragment of God like Kaine, it's not Chaos Gods, the twisted birth of Warp.

But it is the orthodox god derived from the ancient Aeldari Pantheon.

The depth of its power and the antiquity of its existence are far beyond Guilliman's previous imagination.

Guilliman can even clearly perceive the existence in front of him, his level of power, and his divine essence.

He is fully qualified to compete for Warp's remaining four Chaos gods, and even has the ability to compete with the existing Four Chaos Gods.

His existence itself is a subversion of the existing structure of Warp.

Next to Guilliman is the bloody-handed war god Kaine, who has always been violent, aggressive, and bloodthirsty.

Even though there were only fragments left, he was still unruly. The God of War who dared to challenge Slaanesh head-on and dared to fight wantonly among Chaos was completely frozen in place at this moment.

Kaine His whole body was trembling slightly. It was not fear, it was the ultimate suppression originating from the depths of his bloodline and from the essence of God. It was an instinct that was engraved in his soul and could not be resisted.

His eyes, which had always been bloodshot and full of murder and violence, were now wide and round, and his pupils shrank violently.

Looking at the golden figure in the center, his lips were trembling. The God of War, who was originally decisive and violent, could not even utter a complete sentence at this moment.

"No... impossible..."

Kaine's voice was dry and hoarse, with unbelievable shock and a hint of panic that was difficult to conceal. He was completely different from the arrogant and unruly God of War in normal times.

"How... how can you still be alive... these things... the essence of these gods... cannot still exist..."

He knows it too well.

At the time of Ancient Eldar the Fall, Slaanesh was born, sweeping the entire Warp, Aeldari Pantheon completely collapsed, and all the gods fell.

Either be devoured by Slaanesh, or die completely, leaving only his broken fragment of God, lingering in Warp.

The piece of Garden of Nurgle in front of us that carries the essence of all Eldar gods should collapse together with the fall of the gods and completely dissipate into Chaos.

And that existence should have fallen long ago and become a legend in the universe.

But now, everything truly appeared before his eyes.

Hearing Kaine's voice full of shock and panic, the golden figure in the center stopped and turned around slowly.

There was a gentle smile on his face, but the moment he opened his mouth, the gentle and peaceful atmosphere was instantly broken.

His words were straightforward and pungent, with a hint of unabashed ridicule.

There is no condescension from a god at all, instead it looks like ordinary people making jokes.

"What's impossible?"

Asuryan smiled and shook his head. His tone was casual, even with a hint of unceremonious hostility. One sentence broke through Kaine's shock.

"You can fight Slaanesh in a one-on-one fight, and you can fight Son of War later.

In the end, he actually surrendered to Imperium of Man and is living well, why can't I live?"

"Kaine, Kaine, you can be so awesome, I, the older brother, can't be worse than you, right?"

The words were straightforward, even with a bit of scolding casualness, completely shattering Guilliman's inherent impression of the ancient gods.

He originally thought that such an ancient and supreme god must be far more divine than human, cold, distant, and taciturn.

Follow the person of God in everything, without any unnecessary emotions.

Just like Four Chaos Gods, he has completely become the embodiment of his own authority.