Even beings as powerful as the four Chaos Gods could only glimpse a hazy image: a towering man, more than three meters tall, radiating boundless fury.
A terrifying golden-green aura erupted from his entire body!
He hovered high above the planet's surface, and with a mere gesture, unleashed a massive green energy sphere.
The instant this sphere made contact, the ground began to fracture and split, and then the planet exploded in a spectacular, cosmic-scale display of fireworks.
With a casual wave of his hand, countless Tyranid swarms were reduced to cosmic dust.
The pressure that radiated from him was so overwhelming, even the Necrons shuddered in fear.
He was the warrior of wrath, the god of rage incarnate.
The angrier he became, the stronger he grew, and his fury was inexhaustible.
"Hahaha! He's mine, he's mine! He was born to belong to me!" Khorne was the first to make his proclamation.
Such a berserk warrior was naturally destined to be Khorne's chosen.
He was born to join Khorne's ranks. Khorne would grant him even more frenzied rage, making this universe's mightiest warrior even more powerful.
One day, this berserker might even join forces with him to take the head of that detestable, perverse, androgynous bastard.
Afterward, they would slaughter every one of their followers and worshippers, leaving none alive.
Utter annihilation will await.
If you asked Khorne who he hated most, there was only one answer: Slaanesh, fellow member of the Chaos pantheon!
In the Palace of Pleasure, Slaanesh merely snorted in disdain. This berserker was not to her taste; she preferred elegant, noble artists or warriors of perfection.
But she could not allow Khorne to claim this berserk warrior, otherwise, none of her greater daemons or daemon princes would be able to stand against him.
Tzeentch, the Changer of Ways, let out a strange cackle.
This dull universe was undergoing monumental changes.
The universe's mightiest warrior.
Now, this was interesting!
Nurgle, the Plague Father, continued simmering his delicious stew, hoping that one day this furious warrior might sit in his garden and taste his exquisite soup.
All four Chaos Gods were certain that this raging warrior was human, and at over three meters tall, only a Primarch fit that description.
The golden aura he radiated was undoubtedly connected to the Emperor of Mankind.
A human, possessing boundless rage and terrifying strength, and linked to the Emperor. There was only one person who came to all four Chaos Gods' minds.
Whatever the Emperor had stolen from them would one day be reclaimed.
This furious warrior would inevitably fall to corruption.
Meanwhile, Angron, who had been implanted with the Butcher's Nails, felt his mind flooded with endless rage and fury, something intangible tugging at his mind.
When rage erupted from Axis and flooded the Imperial Palace on Holy Terra, he too let out a furious roar, drawing the attention of the Chaos Gods.
He alone fit all the criteria: a Primarch recently subjected to torture.
Originally, only Khorne had any real interest in this mindless berserker, willing to take him as a subordinate. But now, all four gods had turned their attention to him.
Could this guy actually have the potential to become the universe's mightiest warrior?
Never judge a book by its cover!
Among the Primarchs, his combat strength was truly among the top.
Poor Angron had no idea that, a perfect, almost miraculous misunderstanding had occurred, and he had taken on all the pressure meant for someone else!
The four Chaos Gods were now scheming, plotting to corrupt this so-called future berserker, the one they now regarded as the greatest warrior in the universe.
On Holy Terra, more than a dozen Custodes clad in power armor stood before Axis.
They were here on the Emperor's orders, assigned to serve as his sparring partners.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Axis's lips.
He hoped these Custodes would at least last a little while against him.
The Custodes were fully armed, each encased in their power armor.
In stark contrast, Axis didn't even bother with armor; bare-chested, he was ready to take them on in pure hand-to-hand combat.
Among them, he even spotted an old acquaintance. After more than twenty years, Caesar was standing in the lineup.
Axis greeted him with a friendly wave.
"Yo! Caesar, it's been a long time!"
All he got in return was an eye-roll.
The kid had grown up, but what was up with his height? He was about as tall as the Astartes, but compared to the Custodes, he was still a little short.
"You know him?" one of the Custodes asked.
This mission was certainly strange.
They had been called here to be sparring partners.
Just what kind of person required a dozen Custodes for a sparring session?
At first, they thought it must be a newly returned Primarch. But to their surprise, it was just an unfamiliar young man.
Worse yet, while they wore their power armor, this guy intended to fight them bare-chested. Wasn't that a bit too arrogant to be utterly disregarding the Custodes?
Caesar nodded to the Custodes beside him.
"How strong is he, really?"
"Prepare yourself for a beating," came the grim reply.
"Let the games begin!" Axis exploded forward, his footfalls shattering the floor beneath him like a spiderweb.
In a split second, he appeared before one of the Custodes, and unleashed an iron-fisted punch.
The Custodes reacted with lightning speed, raising his arm to block, but not all attacks could be defended against, no matter how quick your reflexes were.
The first Custodes was sent flying, as if struck by a massive battering ram.
A huge dent, shaped like a fist, remained in the chestplate of his armor.
A second Custodes, barely managing to bring up his storm shield in time, lasted just 0.03 seconds before Axis seized him by the head, shield and all, and smashed him straight into a three-meter-thick wall of adamantium.
Amid flying debris, Axis caught hold of the third Custodes's charging power glaive.
Sparks flew from the blade as it scraped against his ki coated palm.
With a squeeze of his fingers, the master-crafted weapon shattered like glass, then Axis slammed a fist into the Custodes's face.
The warrior flew through the air like a kite with a snapped string.
One Custodes attempted a textbook ambush from behind, only to become a textbook example of failure.
Without even looking back, Axis struck with his elbow.
The resulting shockwave shattered the visual array of the Custodes's helmet, and the blood that seeped out vaporized instantly into a mist of crimson in midair.
The Custodes's world spun, and then everything went black.
He crashed heavily to the ground, unconscious.
The remaining Custodes launched their own assault.
Axis let out a cold laugh. To his ki sense, their bodies were riddled with openings.
He grabbed one Custodes by the wrist plate, landed a punch to the waist, and then flipped him over his shoulder.
Boom! Boom!
The floor of the training hall shook with each impact.
The Custodes, slammed hard into the ground, was instantly out of the fight.
"Ever played bumper cars?"
With a smirk, Axis seized two Custodes by their helmets, then crashed their heads together with brutal force.
The gems in their visors flew out like candy, and the helmets were warped by the blow.
The two Custodes whose heads had been smashed together could only stare blankly, their minds spinning.
'Who am I? Where am I? Who were we fighting again?'
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