Ynnead, the God of the Dead, sensed a surge of immense power. He now possessed a body capable of unleashing at least eighty percent of his divine might within the Materium.
Furthermore, the fruit Yvraine had just consumed would likely fortify this vessel even further. If that was the case, exerting one hundred percent of his strength would not be overly difficult.
For a deity of the Warp, a physical vessel capable of utilizing full power in realspace was of paramount importance. With this body, he truly held the potential to kill, or even surpass, Slaanesh.
Axis watched the God of Death with a faint smile.
As with all Saibamen, Ynnead had been nurtured into existence by receiving Axis's life energy, or more accurately, his advanced divine Ki, which created an inexplicable bond between the God of Death and Axis.
However, Axis had suppressed this connection with his own divine power, ensuring that Ynnead felt nothing and did not immediately recognize him as a father figure on the spot, unlike the Goddess of Life Isha.
This was a hidden ace Axis held in reserve, a technique intended to ensnare other Warp gods in the future.
The Saibamen were deeply bound to Axis; even second-generation creations could be controlled through the connection between them.
"Congratulations to you, great Ynnead," Yvraine said, immediately kneeling to offer blessings to the deity she worshipped.
The God of Death had grown stronger and could now walk the material plane. Truthfully, Yvraine felt that her status as High Prophetess had diminished somewhat; since the god could walk among them, there was less need for a designated herald.
But it mattered not. Once she married the Human Primarch Roboute Guilliman, she would withdraw from the Ynnari host and truly become the Consort to the Imperial Regent.
Moreover, compared to the God of Death Ynnead, a far more powerful benefactor stood before her. Yvraine turned her gaze toward Axis.
"I cannot thank you enough, Lord Axis. I do not know how to express my gratitude. Is there anything I can do to assist you?" Ynnead asked immediately after familiarizing himself with the strength of his new body. " Whatever the request, please ask away."
He was desperate to forge a good relationship with Axis to secure more of those Fruits of the Tree of Might in the future and further upgrade his divine form.
"There is indeed a matter requiring the God of Death's assistance," Axis said. "I once serendipitously acquired a shard of Kaela Mensha Khaine's divinity. I devoured one of them, but I wish to devour all remaining shards of the War God. I wonder if Lord Ynnead could assist me with this?"
The shard of Khaine was the reason he had mastered divine power so quickly.
Without it, relying solely on the nourishment of the Emperor and Khorne, Axis would never have reached this level within three hundred years.
"That would not be a problem, Lord Axis. I will gather all the shards of Khaine and deliver them to you. I will handle this matter personally," Ynnead agreed without the slightest hesitation.
How could a shattered entity that had been dead for over ten thousand years, possibly compare to the friendship of the God Axis?
"Hahaha! Lord Ynnead is refreshing indeed. In that case, regarding the fruit from the Tree of Might I gave to Yvraine earlier... I can provide you with ten more, plus one of even higher quality as a gift," Axis said with a smile.
"You have my deepest thanks, Lord Axis. It is a deal. Once I familiarize myself with this body, I will lead the Ynnari immediately," Ynnead replied.
As the only Aeldari god capable of manifesting in the Materium, he was now the supreme authority of his race.
Upon his departure, he planned to begin the unification of the entire Aeldari species.
Whether they were Exodites, Asuryani of the Craftworlds, or the Drukhari, he would grasp them all in his hand!
As for the Harlequins led by the filial Laughing God… The two parties would remain allies, for Cegorach was also a god.
Their subsequent conversation was pleasant, and Ynnead's favorability toward Axis skyrocketed.
Meanwhile, the battle outside Macragge raged like wildfire. The awakening of the Primarch had massively bolstered the morale of the Ultramarines. When Roboute Guilliman appeared on the battlefield, clad in the Armour of Fate and wielding the Emperor's Sword, the entire human army erupted in cheers.
"The great Father has awakened! The Lord of the Ultramarines has awakened!"
"Hail the great Father!"
"Hail the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar!"
Countless Ultramarines and their Successor Chapters cheered loudly, offering their highest reverence to their gene-sire.
Mortal soldiers watched with tears in their eyes as the giant, akin to a god descending, strode among them.
This was a son of the Emperor, a figure from history and myth.
To the common man, the era of the Primarchs and the Emperor was legend, but today, a demigod from those ancient sagas stood before them in the flesh.
"Ultramarines, attack! Destroy these traitors! Citizens of the Imperium, fight bravely! The Emperor watches over you!" Guilliman roared, raising the Emperor's Sword high.
At this moment, the Chaos Space Marines who had accepted Warmaster Abaddon's command to assault Macragge realized the truth.
Their plan had failed utterly.
The objective to prevent the resurrection of the Ultramarine Primarch, the Imperial Regent Guilliman, had collapsed.
"For the Emperor!"
"For the Imperium!"
Guilliman swung his colossal blade, rampaging across the battlefield like a heavy tank.
In moments, he cut down over a dozen Chaos Space Marines and throttled a Bloodthirster of Khorne with his bare hands.
The Chaos Space Marines watched the giant before them, terrified to their very cores.
Except, of course, for the fearless devotees of Khorne.
They were the exception. They craved only to offer Roboute Guilliman's blood to the great Lord of Brass, the Blood God.
However, some powerful daemons dared not approach Guilliman. He wielded the Emperor's Sword, a unique weapon capable of granting True Death to the denizens of the Warp.
Whether Chaos Chosen, Champions, Chaos Lords, or even Greater Daemons and Daemon Prince, if slain by that blade, there was absolutely no possibility of resurrection.
They would cease to exist entirely.
While they could not engage Guilliman, some daemons, particularly the Greater Daemons of the four Chaos Gods, set their sights on the man and woman standing near the Primarch.
These two looked ordinary, yet their proximity to Guilliman suggested high status.
A Great Unclean One of Nurgle dragged its bloated, pus-ridden bulk forward, launching an attack at Kratos.
Kratos looked speechlessly at the Nurgle daemon rushing toward him. Did this thing think he was a weak target?
It was vastly mistaken.
Kratos's body erupted with golden light as he engaged Super Saiyan mode, manifesting a golden psychic energy characteristic of the Imperium.
The unsuspecting Great Unclean One ran face-first into Kratos's fist. The daemon exploded like a giant balloon pierced by a sharp steel needle.
"Die, monster!" Kratos grunted coldly, unleashing a powerful torrent of golden psychic might from his body.
The Great Unclean One, now a shower of gore and rot, was instantly vaporized, its body and soul annihilated together.
"How... how is this possible?" The daemon let out a miserable wail before vanishing.
It had thought to avoid the troublesome Guilliman, only to encounter someone even more ruthless.
"Ahhh! I forgot to mention," Kratos scoffed. "I also possess the power to completely destroy daemons. I do not even need a weapon; my own fist is sufficient."
Kratos's display of dominance terrified the Chaos Space Marines on the battlefield. What was happening? Who was this man?
They had never heard of such a formidable being before, one capable of completely killing Warp entities.
It was impossible that they had zero intelligence on him.
Kratos did not stop there. A golden radiance poured from him, but this time it was not psychic energy, it was Holy Light.
Kratos ascended into the sky, hovering like a golden sun.
The emitted Holy Light instantly incinerated low-level daemons, burning them until not even ash remained.
Yet, mortals bathed in this golden glow found a miracle occurred: their wounds healed, and their exhausted stamina was restored.
The Space Marines felt an even more pleasant surprise; their combat strength seemed amplified by the mysterious power.
All unanimously agreed that this was the power of the great Emperor, a miracle born of him.
Only Guilliman paused his slaughter of the Chaos Space Marines, looking up at Kratos in shock.
This power was undeniably holy and filled with golden radiance, but it was not his father's power.
The Emperor's power, while glittering gold, was inwardly dark and cold.
This power, as Guilliman sensed it, felt like soaking in a hot spring or basking in the sun, incomparably pure and warm.
"This is the power of the Holy Light. It is a power developed by the Sanguinius of our universe," Kasha explained, stepping forward to clarify the situation to the astonished Primarch.
"Incredible. This power is so warm, truly like having the Great Angel by my side. How is the Sanguinius of your world doing?" Guilliman asked.
"You will see him soon enough."
"Then I am at ease! Warriors of the Imperium, slay the enemy!"
Bathed in the Holy Light, the human forces achieved an overwhelming advantage.
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