I'm a magnetic field madman

And this applies to both Cainkarago and Bloodshark!

"Four hundred trillion power - Divine Severing Blade!"

Blood Shark roared, wielding his two enormous, burning saw blades... in a frenzy of joy and jubilation, he slashed wildly at the kobold before him!

He felt happy, he felt ecstatic, he felt alive and vibrant!

The feeling of controlling my body, controlling everything about the Star God, and pushing that so-called ultimate power in battle is fucking pure joy!

Kane was also incredibly supportive of him. No one longed to wash away the humiliation of being blasted down by Khorne and shattered by him more than he did!

Even after reshaping his Star God body with the fire of Asuyan, Kane had no intention of leaving this place and getting away from the war.

He just wanted to completely crush Khorne and fucking cleanse himself of his humiliation!

Kane might truly be the other side of Khorne, a Khorne who never became Khorne. In this respect, he is remarkably similar to the Blood God.

I'd rather perish in a bloody battle than win by some bullshit witchcraft and conspiracy!

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

kill!kill!kill!

Countless highly unstable subspace storms unfolded as the two gods fought, simultaneously tearing open deep rifts in the physical universe!

The fighting continues, and regardless of the outcome, a new Eye of Fear will likely emerge sooner or later.

This slaughter will inevitably continue for a very, very long time, perhaps long enough to banish this war to the very end of eternity.

Because Khorne cannot be killed, as long as irreconcilable conflict and slaughter continue in this universe... and this even includes themselves, it is a paradox.

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

Blood Shark didn't care. Having cultivated the Heavenly Martial Killing Path to the depths of his primordial spirit, he no longer felt any sense of life other than slaughter. He was a dead man, a man who deserved to die, and so be it—

Let's engage in endless slaughter here until the moment our souls dissipate!

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

Silent and deadly. Only one person in the entire universe could have caused such an attack.

The Emperor—no, he has now shed this last pretense…

The nameless man, wielding the sword of the Dark Lord, which was formed from all of Draconion's power as a god, mercilessly pierced Khorne's heart!

"Roar!!"

Khorne let out an incredibly terrifying roar, howling as if trying to tear apart the sneaky figure behind him! But he couldn't, as the weakness and pain brought by the Dark Lord's sword continuously negated Khorne's divine power.

Khorne's divine power was greatly weakened, which gave him the upper hand. The nameless man who had ambushed Khorne simply drew the Dark Lord's sword, which was now a quarter corrupted by Khorne's divine power, and kicked Khorne into the abyss!

"Hold him off until I deal with the other four bastards!"

The nameless man, wielding the corrupted sword of the Dark Lord, coldly addressed Kane before departing without hesitation for the next Chaos Realm.

In Nurgle's Garden, the corruption of the Father's life had permeated Isa's body, and all that was once beautiful and gorgeous now resembled the most horrific and wretched statue.

But just as the endless waves were spreading, a golden flame, accompanied by Draconian's agonizing howls, raged and spread through Nurgle Gardens!

The golden flames, like candlelight burning paper, instantly incinerated everything in Nurgle's Garden, and with Nurgle's incredibly shrill screams, Isha's death once again took the lead!

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

Nurgle's piercing screams echoed to the heavens!

But he couldn't stop it—because of his own weakness, because of Isha's cover, and even more so because the nameless man was stronger than ever before!

Holding the Dark Lord's sword, a quarter of which was corrupted by Khorne's divine power, and shedding all his past as an unknown, he became an ultimate, supreme warrior, wielding power that was once comparable to that of the Chaos Gods!

He didn't need to kill the four Chaos Gods—in fact, he couldn't—he only needed to weaken them to an extreme degree...

May they be unable to pollute or influence the universe in the long years to come... and may those distorted laws return to the right path of the natural development of all things!

Slaanesh was like that, and so was Tzeentch.

At the moment when the gods of the Spirit Race were slowing down, the nameless man used the Dark King's Sword to weaken the very essence of the four gods' existence.

He may not be able to kill them; no one can truly kill the Four Gods. But he can calm them, and for a long time, bring them to a standstill.

Carrying the Dark King's sword, now completely corrupted by the power of the four gods, he plunged into the deepest part of the black hole. In the void at the end of this world, the nameless man gripped the Chaos God Sword, which would no longer destroy humanity, and faced the terrifying gods, weakened by his power, yet still baring their fangs and claws.

They are cruel, insane, and hateful!

They saw this mortal, no longer a god, as their greatest enemy. They wanted to utterly destroy this nameless man, to humiliate him, and to subject him to endless torment!

The madness reversed, and the torrent of the subspace was endless. Four gods, comparable to the ultimate powerhouses, stood across time and space before the nameless man!

He stared at them without saying a word.

It's time; there's no need to waste any more time.

Come, let's fight!

Final Chapter: Warhammer Universe

"Lord of mankind, Eternal God-Emperor, Cold Sun—these were all names and titles that belonged to my destiny as the King of Darkness. Some fates I do not cherish, yet cannot escape. Thus, the people call me Emperor..."

A man burdened by troubles and a mission throughout his life... doing things he dislikes in order to restore humanity's dominance of the galaxy, remaining loyal to a race that is not worthy, and trusting offspring and war that should not have been trusted, leading to the destruction of all things...

The word "failure" seems to be inextricably linked to my fate... Even with the greatest power unparalleled by humankind, I still missed an opportunity to free humanity from chaos, forcing my dearest friend Makado to make a fatal sacrifice, giving me the final element to defeat them...

Leaving behind the position of the Dark King, the Four Chaos Gods said that this was my inevitable destiny, an inescapable fate... but I refuse to believe in fate.

Even when some prophecies come true, I still convince myself that they are just coincidences.

Some things can be understood with wisdom and patience.

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

If I am required to lead, I will lead. If I must lie, I will lie. If my life allows for love, I will absolutely love!

Regardless of what others say, and regardless of whether I can retain my true self in the future, I will do the right thing. Fight the evil god, fight the righteous battle!

Fight for the safety of the galaxy. Fight for the ideals of humanity and to avenge my dear friend Macardo.

Fight for Saint Gilles, who sacrificed himself for me!

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

"War, war—war! Today, the Lord of Mankind will fight his final battle!!"

Facing the four chaotic gods, facing the figure with endless halo, the Lord of Humanity, the nameless one, went forth!

This marks my 130th year in office.

Robert Guilliman, the Speaker of the Human Federation, the great ruler of the Limitless Starfield, the immortal being, and worshipped by countless people, put down his documents and wearily rubbed his temples.

"When will this ever end?"

Guilliman sighed, despairing at his seemingly endless work... and overwhelmed and even despairing at the sheer volume of tasks.

Of course, one of the most troublesome things for Guilliman at this moment is the revision of the official history of the Federation of Humankind, which takes place every twenty years.

This is an extremely complex task, because history, if accumulated in great quantities, becomes a daunting tome... not to mention the many hidden and unknown stories within it.

History can be corrected and rewritten, but more often it is concealed and disappeared over the long course of time, becoming a secret unknown to anyone.

More than 40,000 years have passed since humanity rose from Terra and developed to the present day.

They experienced a complex process of rise, decline, and resurgence. From Terra's quiet rise to become the most numerous race and the most powerful force in the galaxy.

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

For humankind, it was a history spanning ten thousand years, a history so blurred that few can remember it clearly, yet one that was absolutely tragic and dark.

It is said to be a catastrophe in the peaceful warp, an unprecedented catastrophe that not only destroyed everything in the old human federation, but also wiped out everything in the Eldar Empire, forcing the disintegration of that once more powerful, corrupt empire than humanity.

As for what exactly caused such a catastrophe in the tranquil subspace, no one knows.

At least the historical restoration work led by Guilliman still has no definite conclusion. Countless historians have fought tooth and nail for a definite possibility, but still cannot come to a unified conclusion.

The buried history is not only this, but also how did humanity, which was almost destroyed in that subspace storm, reunite? How did humanity, which lost its channels of communication, rise again?

The official account of this period of history is as follows—

When humanity's major colonies were trapped by warp storms and AI rebellions, as if by divine intervention... "Children of God" rose up from various independent human colonies.

They possess superhuman strength, incredible physique and charisma, innate magnetic field power, immortal life, and immense knowledge!

They rose rapidly and dominated their world, subsequently becoming interconnected through a shared ideology—

They are going on an expedition to Earth to reclaim humanity's lost lands and restore humanity's future and destiny!

This period of history was recorded by historians of the Federation of Humanities as the "Great Expedition" era.

Each Primarch relies on its own charismatic personality, extraordinary wisdom, immense power, and incredible scientific abilities...

The story of how they conquered the stars together with the Space Marines they led, who shared their blood, and finally reunited on Earth.

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

Each Primarch was regarded as the destined ruler of mankind, the greatest being and the one most deserving of worship as a god.

But what about someone like Guilliman, a "gifted child"?

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

He remembered the first time he opened his eyes in Macurag... he saw his loving mother, Lady Eudon, and his stern father, King Connor.

But where did he come from, and why does he possess such extraordinary skills...?

Why did he and his brothers share the same dream and work towards the same goal, and how did they ultimately achieve this result?

I don't know; even someone as wise as Jiliman couldn't find the answers to these questions.

His brothers, however, each had their own ideas. The charlatan, Lo Jia, was the largest religious leader in the entire Human Federation. He claimed that a god had given birth to him and his brothers and had them dedicate themselves to the great cause of humanity.

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

The psionicists, led by Magnus, were inclined to believe they were creations from the warp—though Guilliman didn't quite understand, he was still greatly shocked.

Before Guilliman, Saint Gilles, who also served as the commander of the Federation of Humans and was the object of religious worship for the entire Empire, abandoned his post and declared that he would "find the origins," leaving everything to Guilliman and leaving the galaxy with his genetic offspring.

In short, nobody knows the answers to these questions, not even Guilliman.

Sometimes he would engage in thought-provoking and lengthy reflections beyond imagination... but in any case, the heavy pull of reality and the inescapable burdens of daily life would make Guilliman more obedient.

"Quack, this is so annoying!"

After a few minutes of rest, Guilliman returned to his political duties...

Upon seeing the large stack of reports in front of him about yet another magnetic field disturbance breaking out on a planetary sphere under the jurisdiction of the Human Federation, he irritably tossed it aside and stamped it with the official seal.

He always left such problems to his brother Leon to handle; he and his Dark Angel always managed to solve all the problems.

"Lord Guilliman."

A deep voice rang out, accompanied by a tall figure entering the office. Guilliman sighed softly...

"Trajan, what trouble have you come to me with this time?"

“It is Lady Everene,” Trajan, Secretary General of the Federation of Humanities and Captain of the Speaker’s Guard, said in a deep voice…

"She also brought questions about the Covenant alliance, about internal racial divisions... They represent the Eldar and want to discuss diplomatic cooperation and the joint suppression of the Malekith rebels..."

Guilliman listened absentmindedly to all of this until his gaze was drawn to a flower that had drifted into the office…

He paused for a moment, then reached out and took the flower. His extraordinary memory quickly retrieved the flower's name.

It is a Dendrobium orchid, a flower that has long been extinct on Terra.

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

Guilliman was unsure. He left his seat, ignoring Trajan's words, and went to the window. Looking at Terra, which was no different from usual, towering and densely packed with high-rise buildings, he felt a sense of loss.

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

Something important, but forever gone.

Inside the shattered Redstone Church, Loka Aurelion holds an ancient parchment scroll, on which he records the stories he knows that have been forgotten by history.

After the war that completely imprisoned the four gods, at the moment when the flow of time stood still—

The final war began when the nameless man, carrying the sword of the Dark Lord, stepped into the Ancient Lands.

The sacred fire of Asuyan reshaped Kane's body, allowing him to perfectly merge with Bloodshark, and also perfectly reshaped the five crucial Old Woman's Swords.