Meanwhile, a vast number of Ultramarines and their Successor Chapter personnel descended upon Holy Terra like a dense rainstorm. Upon stepping out of their drop pods, these Astartes immediately charged into the daemonic hordes wielding bolters and chainswords.
The sudden appearance of these Space Marines gave tremendous encouragement to the human defenders, especially the mortal soldiers whose morale had been on the verge of total collapse.
"Ultramarines! It is the Ultramarines!"
"It is Lord Guilliman! The great Primarch has come!" A sharp-eyed mortal soldier spotted the colossal battleship Macragge's Honour in the sky.
It was a Gloriana-class battleship, a vessel that only a Primarch could command, representing the pride of the Imperium of Man during its most glorious era.
"Reinforcements! The reinforcements are here!"
Earth-shaking roars of triumph erupted across the battlefield.
The Custodians fighting fiercely at the main gate of the Palace also witnessed this scene. However, the Custodes showed no outward reaction; they simply glanced at it once and then ignored it, turning their attention back to the daemons before them.
Captain-General Trajann Valoris, the extension of the Emperor's will, was fighting a Bloodthirster of Khorne alone with astonishing skill and strength.
Each precise thrust of his Guardian Spear made the frenzied daemon roar in anger, but the Greater Daemon's greataxe carried the power to tear through reality itself, forcing Trajann to constantly dodge and parry.
His golden Commander's armor was already covered in filthy scratches and scorch marks, and every breath he took carried the copper scent of blood.
Just as a section of the defense line was about to be overwhelmed by a torrent of corruption spewed by a massive Nurgle Plague Beast, a golden meteor wrapped in pure psychic energy that resonated with the very souls of all Custodians crashed into the center of the battlefield.
Boom!
Violent shockwaves spread out in a ring, instantly shattering the surrounding daemons within dozens of meters into scattered ash, whether they were Bloodletters, Nurglings, or Horrors of Tzeentch.
Dust and foul energies were forcibly pushed aside to reveal a massive impact crater.
In the center, a youth with upright golden hair and surrounded by a blazing golden aura slowly stood up. His eyes had turned pure gold, containing a majesty and holy psychic power that one dared not look at directly.
"Is that... the Emperor's power?" Trajann deflected a strike from the Bloodthirster and looked at the figure in shock.
That psychic fluctuation was pure, powerful, and carried the familiar pressure of the Golden Throne, yet it seemed hotter, more full of vitality. No, that was impossible. Unless it was the legendary...
But the Emperor was seated upon the Golden Throne, so how was this possible? The man bathed in golden light before him gave Trajann the illusion that it was the Emperor himself. It wasn't just Trajann; all Custodians present fell into a daze upon seeing Kratos's silhouette.
"Roar!" A Khornate Skullcrusher lunged at Trajann, roaring as it seized the moment of his distraction.
However, before Trajann could even turn around, a blinding beam of golden light shot from the center of the crater, piercing the Skullcrusher's head with precision.
The massive daemonic body burned like ignited grease, wailing in the pure golden fire as it was reduced to nothingness. Not even a shred of its soul could escape back to the Warp.
Kratos, son of Axis and the Emperor's daughter Kasha, was a being with the warlike blood of a Saiyan and the Emperor's holy psychic energy flowing through his veins.
He had formally stepped onto this profane battlefield, feeling the power surging within him. The Saiyan blood from his father Axis, thirsty for battle and victory, was boiling. Meanwhile, the vast psychic power from his other grandfather, the Emperor, merged perfectly within him, transforming into this unique golden aura shining with holy light: the Super Saiyan Psychic Mode.
He snorted, ignoring all the stunned or greedy gazes from the daemons on the battlefield. He brought his hands together in front of his chest, gathering majestic golden psychic energy.
Kratos manifested a massive sword once more, though this time its power was even greater.
Infused with the power of holy light and the Emperor's sacred psychic might, the greatsword emitted divine ripples that purified all evil, causing nearby lesser daemons to scream and melt like snow meeting the blazing sun.
"Purify!" Kratos roared low, swinging his hands violently forward.
Rumble!
The giant sword of holy light swept out with unstoppable momentum like a staff of divine punishment.
Wherever it passed, be it swarms of Lesser Daemons, the tough shells of Plague Beasts, or Greater Daemons of Tzeentch attempting to block with magical barriers, everything was annihilated the instant they made contact with the holy light capable of permanently erasing Warp essence.
A bottomless trench flowing with molten gold holy light was plowed into the earth. All traces of daemonic existence within the trench were completely erased, and even the echoes of the Warp vanished without a trace.
This earth-shattering strike instantly tore a huge gap burning with golden flames in the tide of daemons.
The surviving Custodes felt the pressure plummet and their spirits soar.
But this was only the beginning. Kratos floated up into mid-air, his long golden hair dancing wildly in the aura. He opened his arms, palms facing upward.
"The Emperor's Fury, descend!"
This was a technique he had learned from his father Axis, capable of clearing all enemies on a planet in an instant. His father used Ki, while he used psychic energy mixed with holy light.
In an instant, countless fist-sized golden light bullets containing terrifying purifying power erupted from his body like a rainstorm.
They precisely tracked the aura of every daemon on the battlefield, whether they were hiding behind cover, flying in the air, or lurking in the shadows. It was as if a golden meteor shower was falling over the entire battlefield.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Dense explosions merged into a deafening roar. Every light bullet that hit a target exploded into a ball of holy flame that purified all filth.
Lesser Daemons turned to ash in droves, and medium-ranking daemons screamed as they struggled and dissipated in the holy fire. Even powerful Greater Daemons roared in pain and rage as their Warp essence was violently burned and torn apart upon being hit by multiple light bullets simultaneously.
Some lesser-ranked Greater Daemons, such as Nurgle's Plaguebearers and Slaanesh's Seekers, were directly vaporized by this saturated holy bombardment.
The Custodians, including Captain-General Trajann, stopped their actions and watched this miraculous scene in shock.
That golden-haired youth was like an avatar of a god walking in the mortal world, suppressing the entire daemonic tide with his strength alone.
The power on him carried the Emperor's majesty, as well as a vigorous and burning vitality they had never felt before.
This was absolutely not the power possessed by the Custodes or Sisters of Silence against the Warp entities, but a stronger, more fundamental power of "purification" and "holiness."
"Who... is he?" a young Custodian murmured, his eyes full of awe and confusion.
After receiving their armor and weapons, every Custodian would kneel before the Golden Throne and be alone with the Emperor for twenty-four hours. The youth before him gave him a familiar feeling, the feeling of facing the Emperor.
Trajann gripped his spear tightly, a storm of emotions churning in his heart.
This power... this familiar yet unfamiliar Emperor's psychic energy... and that incredible combat form... could the prophecy be true?
Has the Emperor's bloodline truly continued in the mortal world? And in such a shocking way?
He had received news from Macragge, but he hadn't paid much attention to the matter of the Emperor's grandson, considering it to be nothing more than an imposter.
Compared to the shocked Custodes, the expressions of the Sisters of Silence were even more astonished.
The Sisters of Silence were powerful Blanks who could shield against psychic power, so when they looked at the Golden Throne, they did not see the rotting giant corpse. Instead, they saw a haggard, ordinary-looking man of normal human size.
The key point was that the man before them resembled the one on the Golden Throne by eighty or ninety percent. One look was enough to determine that the two shared a strong blood relation.
The Sisters of Silence saw the shock in each other's eyes. The Emperor's bloodline truly existed, and it was such a powerful one.
This was not a Primarch, but a true blood descendant of the Emperor.
Just then, a twisted, psychedelic voice filled with ultimate temptation and malice rang in Kratos's ear, appearing to act directly on his soul. "What a... delicious and powerful soul... young... false god's blood... your pain... shall be the sweetest offering to my Lord..."
A pink-purple phantom, moving at a speed exceeding physical limits and carrying fallen whispers capable of sinking a planetary will, instantly appeared behind Kratos.
A claw covered in smooth carapace with fingertips as sharp as knives quietly yet viciously grabbed towards his heart.
It was a Keeper of Secrets of Slaanesh, one of the most cunning and deadly Greater Daemons.
It had been waiting for the chance, waiting for the moment this powerful being relaxed after clearing the fodder.
However, the corners of Kratos's mouth curled into a typically Saiyan smile, arrogant and excited.
His body instantly vanished within the golden flames. The Keeper of Secrets' claw caught only an afterimage.
In the next moment, Kratos had already appeared at the side of the Keeper of Secrets. His fist, covered in blazing golden flames and carrying the power to shatter stars along with the holy light that permanently erased Warp existence, slammed ruthlessly and without any fancy tricks into the daemon's glamorous and twisted face.
"ORA!" This was the beating method his father had taught him; shouting it out while hitting made it more imposing.
BOOM!
The face of the Slaaneshi Keeper of Secrets, capable of charming all living beings, along with most of its upper body, was annihilated the instant it contacted the fist, like an ice cube thrown into the core of a star. It couldn't even let out a scream before it was obliterated by the power containing holy light.
Its remaining lower body fell powerlessly, turning into scattered pink-purple lights before hitting the ground, thoroughly purified by the holy light on the battlefield with no possibility of resurrection.
One punch to kill a Slaanesh Greater Daemon!