I am the magnetic field maniac

This also applies to Kane Karagu and the Blood Shark!

"Four Hundred Trillion Power - God-Breaking Slayer Knife!"

The blood shark roared wildly, waving the two huge burning saws in its hands... and madly chopped the dog-headed man in front of it in great joy and carnival!

He felt happy, ecstatic, and felt the fresh feeling of being alive!

The feeling of controlling the body, controlling everything of the Star God, to push the so-called ultimate power to fight is fucking joyful!

And Kane also supported him immensely. No one was more eager than him to wash away the past humiliation, the humiliation of being bombed down and shattered by Khorne!

Even though he had rebuilt his Star God body with the fire of Asuryan, Cain had no intention of leaving here and getting away from the war.

He just wanted to completely destroy Khorne and completely wash away his humiliation!

Kane may really be the other side of Khorne, a Khorne who has not yet become Khorne. In this respect, he and the Blood God are too similar.

I would rather die in a battle of destruction than use damn witchcraft and conspiracy to win!

In the battle that shook the universe and shattered the stars, the roars of Khorne and Kane reached every corner of the heavens, shattering and tearing apart every unstable subspace node!

kill!kill!kill!

Countless highly unstable subspace storms unfolded as the two gods fought, and at the same time tore open deep cracks in the physical universe!

The fighting is still going on. No matter what the outcome is, a new Eye of Terror will probably emerge sooner or later.

This killing will inevitably continue for a very long time, even long enough to exile this war to the end of eternity.

Because Khorne cannot be killed as long as there is irreconcilable strife and slaughter in the universe... and this even includes themselves, which is a paradox.

And as long as he doesn't die, he will keep killing and fighting!

Blood Shark didn't care. He had practiced the Heavenly Martial Killing Dao to the depths of his soul, and there was no longer any reason for him to feel alive other than killing. He was a dead man, a man who deserved to die. If that was the case—

Then let’s continue killing here endlessly until the moment our souls dissipate!

The war that tore the universe apart seemed to continue endlessly, but at this moment, a terrifying magic sword burning with golden flames pierced into Khorne's back!

Silent, yet deadly and terrifying. There is only one person in the entire universe who can carry out such an attack.

The Emperor - no, he has now shed this last disguise...

The nameless man held the Dark Lord's sword, which was made from all the power of Draconian who became a god, and stabbed it into Khorne's heart without mercy!

"Roar!!"

Khorne let out an extremely terrifying roar, roaring and wanting to tear apart the sneak attacking villain from behind! But he couldn't do it, and the weakness and pain brought by the Dark King's sword caused Khorne's divine power to be constantly offset by it.

Khorne's power was greatly weakened, and this gave him the upper hand over Kane. The nameless man who attacked Khorne just took out the Dark Lord's sword, which was a quarter contaminated by Khorne's power, and kicked Khorne into the abyss!

"Hold him down before I take care of the other four bastards!"

The nameless man spoke coldly to Kane while holding the contaminated Sword of the Dark King, and then went to the next Chaos Realm without hesitation.

In the garden of Nurgle, the pollution of the father's life has spread all over Isa's body. Everything that was once soft and gorgeous now looks like the most terrifying and terrible statue.

But at the moment when the endless waves spread, a golden flame raged and spread in the Garden of Nurgle along with Draconian's painful wails!

The golden flame was like a candle flame burning paper, and in an instant it burned everything in the Nurgle Garden. Accompanied by Nurgle's extremely shrill screams, Isa's death prevailed again!

"Gah! You can't, you can't do this!!"

Nurgle's shrill scream resounds through the heavens!

But he couldn't stop it - because of his own weakness, because of Isa's coverage, and more importantly, because the nameless man was more powerful than ever before!

Holding the Sword of the Dark Lord which has been one quarter contaminated by the power of Khorne and shedding all the namelessness of the past, one becomes an ultimate and supreme powerful being, and the holder can fight with the power that was once not inferior to that of the Chaos Gods!

He didn't need to kill the Four Chaos Gods - in fact, he couldn't do it, but he just needed to make them extremely weak...

Let them no longer pollute and influence the universe in the long years to come... let the distorted laws return to the right track of natural development of all things!

This is true for Slaanesh, and so is Tzeentch.

At the moment when the Eldar gods evaluated everything that delayed the progress of the gods, the nameless man used the Sword of the Dark King to weaken the essence of the existence of the four gods.

He may not be able to kill them, no one can really kill the Four Gods. But he can calm them down and make them stop acting for a long time.

He plunged into the deepest part of the black hole with the Dark Lord Sword that was completely contaminated by the power of the four gods. In the void at the end, the nameless man tightly grasped the Chaos Sword that would no longer destroy mankind, and faced the terrifying gods who were weakened by him but still showed their fangs and claws.

They are cruel, crazy and hateful!

They regarded this mortal who was no longer a god as their greatest enemy. They wanted to completely blast this nameless person down, humiliate him, and torture him endlessly!!

It was reversing madly, and the torrent of the subspace was endless. Four gods who were comparable to the ultimate strong men stood in front of the nameless man across time and space!

He stared at them without saying a word.

It's time, there's no need to waste time anymore.

Come, fight!!

End of Peace Warhammer Universe

"Lord of Mankind, Eternal God Emperor, Icy Sun, these were all names and positions that once belonged to me, the Dark King. These were fates that I did not desire but could not escape. So the people called me the Emperor...

A man who was tormented and tormented throughout his life... He did things he didn't like in order to regain human rule over the galaxy, was loyal to a race that didn't deserve it, and trusted children and wars that shouldn't be trusted, which led to the destruction of everything...

Failure seemed to be linked to my fate... Even though I had obtained the greatest power in the human race, I still missed a chance to free humanity from chaos, causing my best friend Malcador to make a fatal sacrifice, giving me the final element of victory...

Leaving behind the throne of the Dark Lord, the Four Chaos Gods said that this was my inevitable destiny, a fate that I could not escape...but I just didn't believe in fate.

Even when some of the predictions came true, I convinced myself that they were just coincidences.

Something that can be figured out with wisdom and patience.

I will not deliberately do the opposite because of misfortune. Whatever destiny, fate, fate or destiny is, I will only do what my reason tells me is the right thing to do.

If I have to lead, I will lead. If I have to lie, I will lie. If my life allows love, I will love!

No matter what others say, no matter whether I can keep my true self in the future, I will do the right thing. Fight the right battle with that evil god!

I fought for the safety of the galaxy. I fought for the ideals of humanity and to avenge the death of my dear friend Malcador.

Fight for Sanguinius who died for me!

Fight for my former loved ones! Fight for the human race, whether they understand it or not!

Fight, fight—fight! Today, the Lord of Mankind will fight his last battle!!"

Facing the Four Gods of Chaos, facing the figure with endless halo, the Lord of Humanity, the Nameless Man, went forward!

This is my 130th year in office.

Robert Guilliman, the Speaker of the Human Federation, the great ruler of the Ultramarine, the immortal man, who was worshipped by countless people, put down the documents and rubbed his temple tiredly.

“When will this end?”

Guilliman sighed, despairing over his seemingly endless work... and feeling headache and even despair over the endless numerous tasks.

Of course, one of the most troubling matters for Guilliman at this moment is the revision of the official history of the Human Federation every twenty years.

This is a very complicated task, because if there is too much history accumulated, it will become a daunting tome...not to mention that there are a lot of hidden and unknown stories in it.

History can be revised and rewritten, but more often it is concealed and disappears over the long course of time, becoming an unknown secret.

More than 40,000 years have passed since humans emerged from Terra.

They went through a complicated process from prosperity to decline and then to restart, rising from obscurity on Terra and eventually becoming the most numerous race and the most powerful force in the galaxy.

But some history has become a buried past, something unknown to anyone and locked in a black box.

For mankind, it is a period of history that lasted for 10,000 years, a period that has become extremely vague and difficult for anyone to remember clearly, but it is absolutely tragic and dark.

It is said to be a disaster in the peaceful warp. The unprecedented disaster not only destroyed everything of the old human federation, but also wiped out everything of the Eldar Empire, forcing the fall of the fallen empire that was once more powerful than humans.

As for what caused such a disaster in the peaceful subspace? No one knows.

At least the historical restoration work led by Guilliman still has no definite result until now. Countless historians have fought each other for a definite possibility, but still cannot come up with a unified conclusion.

The buried history is not just this, but also how did the human race, which was almost destroyed by the disaster of the subspace storm, reunite? How did the human race, which had lost its connection and communication channels, rise up?

The official record of this period of history is as follows:

When all the major human colonies fell into the isolation of the subspace storm and the rebellion of AI, as if by God's will... "Children of God" rose up from various independent human colonies.

They possess strength far beyond that of ordinary people, incredible physique and personal charm, innate magnetic field power, immortal life, and powerful knowledge!

They rose up quickly and ruled the world they lived in, and were connected by the same idea:

They are going to expedition to the earth to regain humanity’s lost territory and to restore humanity’s future and destiny!

This period of history was recorded by historians of the Human Federation as the "Great Crusade" era.

Each Primarch relied on his own personal charm, amazing wisdom, powerful strength and incredible scientific ability...

The story of how they and the interstellar warriors of their blood conquered the stars together and finally met on Earth.

Until now, this is a legendary story known to every human being.

Each Primarch is regarded as the destined master to rule over mankind, the greatest of mankind, and the one who should be worshipped as a god.

But what about a "God-given son" like Guilliman?

I don’t know… To be honest, his memory is also very… vague.

He remembered when he first opened his eyes on Macragge... and saw his loving mother, Lady Udon, and his strict father, King Konor.

But where did he come from, and why did he possess such special skills...

Why did he and his brothers hold the same dream and work towards the same direction, and how did they achieve such a result in the end?

Not sure. Even someone as wise as Motivational cannot find the answers to these questions.

His brothers had different ideas. The charlatan Lorgar was the biggest religious leader in the entire human federation. He claimed that a god gave birth to him and his brothers, and dedicated them to the great cause of mankind.

Guilliman hated this charlatan, even though he was his brother he hated him.

The psychic guys led by Magnus tended to believe that they were creations from the Warp - although Guilliman didn't quite understand, he was shocked.

Before Guilliman, Sanguinius, who also served as the commander-in-chief of the Human Federation and the object of religious worship of the entire empire, gave up his responsibility and declared that he would "find the origin". He left everything to Guilliman and left the galaxy with his genetic offspring.

In short, no one knows the answers to these questions, not even Guilliman.

Sometimes he would engage in thoughts beyond his imagination and long thoughts... But no matter what, the heavy gravity of reality and the heavy affairs that could not be escaped would make Guilliman become honest.

"Gah, this is really annoying!"

After resting for a few minutes, Guilliman once again devoted himself to government affairs...

But when he saw the pile of reports in front of him about the outbreak of magnetic field unrest on another planet under the rule of the Human Federation, he threw them aside in annoyance and directly stamped his seal.

He always left such problems to his brother Leon, and he and his Dark Angel could always solve all the problems.

"Lord Guilliman."

A deep voice sounded, and as a tall figure walked into the office, Guilliman sighed softly and said...

"Trajan, what troubles have you brought to me again?"

"It's Ms. Evelyne." Trajan, Secretary General of the Human Federation and Captain of the Speaker's Guard, said in a low voice...

"She also brought questions about the Star Alliance and the tendency of internal racial division... They represent the Eldar and want to discuss with you the issue of diplomatic union and jointly eliminating the rebel Malekith..."

Guilliman listened to all this absentmindedly until his eyes were attracted by a flower that floated into the office...

He was stunned for a moment, then reached out to take the flower. His extraordinary memory quickly retrieved the name of the flower.

It was a Dendrobium orchid, a flower that had long since become extinct on Terra.

Where did he come from? How could there be flowers growing naturally on Terra?

Guilliman had no idea, he left his seat and ignored Trajan's words and came to the window, looking at Terra, which was no different from usual, with tall buildings all over, and felt lost.

He didn't remember, or rather, he never remembered anything.

Something important, but forever plundered.

In the broken Thunderstone Cathedral, Lorgar Aurelion held an ancient parchment scroll in his hand, on which he recorded the stories he knew that had been forgotten by history.

After the war that completely imprisoned the Four Gods, at the moment when the flow of time stopped moving -

When the nameless man carrying the Dark Lord's sword stepped into the ancient holy land, the final war began.

Asuryan's holy fire reshaped Cain's body, allowing him to perfectly merge with the Blood Shark, and also perfectly reshaped the five vital Crone Swords.