"He descended from the sky with his golden sword, killed the heretic gods and pacified the world, taking the first step of humanity's hegemony over all other known races in the universe." Excerpt from the Blood Bible during the First Divine War.

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Aenar's sword cut a minor and weak god in half, he didn't seem satisfied with just cutting the god in half, he simply exploded the god's avatar's head with a punch. Blood splattered everywhere, brain tissue and even an entire eye fell grotesquely to the ground.

Aenar was still not satisfied, he used psychic energy and submerged the god's soul, gradually enslaving it. These divine souls would be quite useful in the future, especially to serve as great receptacles of psychic energy.

Brutal, cruel, and decisive.

These were the only words the gods could give Aenar after seeing his brutality. The human Emperor was not merciful, he simply killed a god as if he were killing a chicken.

They realized that they couldn't fight head-on or they would die, just like the god who had just died. They saw that the divine soul was submerged by Aenar's psychic energy, transforming it into a true slave.

The gods felt shivers seeing that scene, in their eyes, Aenar was even crueler than the chaos gods. The chaos gods at least left their bodies alive, but Aenar showed no mercy even for that.

"Damn it, this bastard wants to use us as fucking jars!!!" The Drowned God said with a tone full of anger. Dying was one thing, but humiliating oneself was something else entirely. Aenar's intentions were obvious, especially noting the large amount of psychic energy being injected into the dead god's soul.

"Stop screaming like a fucking woman and let's fight." The Black Goat of Qohor said with a cold tone. His goat head stared at Aenar with a look full of murderous intentions. The souls of the tormented surrounded his figure, looking like the judge of hell.

The Drowned God stopped talking and attacked Aenar without hesitation. A large amount of water fell from the sky, weighing thousands of tons. Capable of crushing anything.

The Goat of Qohor also attacked, a black smoke with red threads, advanced against Aenar, where the smoke touched, decomposition spread. It was as if time was passing extremely fast.

Aenar looked fearlessly at both attacks, he brandished his sword again, but instead of pointing it at an enemy, he pointed the sword at the ground and plunged the sword into the earth.

"Purify." Aenar whispered in a calm tone while using a large amount of psychic energy.

In the next moment, an extremely hot heat wave spread with Aenar at the center. Everything within a radius of tens of kilometers instantly ignited, even the ground turned into lava. Before the crimson flames, everything seemed to be reduced to ashes. Be it the attack of the gods or the gods themselves.

Before the heat of the sun, even these gods could not remain untouched. They had to use divine energy to protect themselves. However, small gods with little faith did not have such privileges.

They endured for a few moments before being reduced to mere ashes while their souls were drowned by Aenar's psychic energy, becoming slaves for all eternity.

The sea of monsters was also evaporated from the earth, nothing remained but a few monsters beyond the reach of Aenar's attack area.

Aenar looked at the result of his attack with satisfaction, in the future, psykers would be even more powerful, capable of destroying entire planets. Of course, normal humans would never reach such a state of power, in the human race, besides his sons and daughters, only the Primarchs had such potential.

However, Psykers with lower degrees of power could even read the mind of an entire city, crush humans and other humanoid beings with just a glance. This was the power of Psykers in the future.

Observing the Emperor's scale of destruction, all the Primarchs widened their eyes. His attack area was at most hundreds of meters away, but the emperor destroyed everything within a radius of almost a hundred kilometers. This was an extremely large area.

Fulgrim in particular looked like a crazy fan seeing his idol showing his strength for the first time. He knew that the Emperor was powerful enough to literally create suns for the population of a continent, but seeing it personally was something entirely different.

He wanted that power, enough power for the emperor to be proud of him and look at him with the greatest possible satisfaction. He wanted to be perfect like the Emperor and share his heavy burden.

Aenar looked at the results and was even more satisfied, it can be said that the minor gods were practically eradicated and their souls were enslaved. The only ones still standing were the powerful gods of the Free Cities who had accumulated large amounts of faith over millennia.

Letting out a sigh, Aenar pulled his sword from the ground and took a step forward, stepping on the hot, bubbling magma. He walked towards the surviving gods with a calm and cold tone. "The Long Night must end and you have marked its end."

Aenar's voice spread throughout the battlefield causing shivers in the surviving gods, they felt that if they became Aenar's slaves, their fate would be worse than serving the chaos gods. The chaos gods at least used them as troops, but Aenar would use them as receptacles for large amounts of psychic energy.

And what would happen when Aenar used them as weapons? That is, they lost their freedom and would be used at some point to pacify chaos. Their lives in Aenar's hands would be even darker than in the hands of the chaos gods.

One of the gods wanted to invoke the projections of the Chaos God at this moment, but soon discovered that no matter what he did, the connection with the chaos gods could not be established!

Aenar seemed to see through the gods' thoughts and showed a slightly sarcastic look. "I lived with the chaos gods for three years, I learned one or two things from them. Especially in creating a suitable environment for oneself. This is very useful knowledge, as this established territory practically cuts off any connection with the Warp."

The gods' faces darkened in an instant. They were frustrated. In modern terms, they felt they couldn't use weapons to fight the thief who invaded their home or they would be arrested by the police for using excessive force.

"I know, it's frustrating." Aenar said with a calm, yet powerful tone. "But only blame yourself for being a god who is hindering my golden path."

"Do you think you'll stay alive for long?" The Drowned God seemed to hear a funny joke hearing Aenar's words. "R'hllor will kill you, he's just waiting for you to kill all of us to finally get rid of you, a mere disposable pawn."

"Your destiny is similar to ours, to be a slave forever in the hands of the gods. Your dynasty, wives, and daughters will be destroyed as soon as you fulfill his objective. In the end, everyone will forget your name, because that's how this damned humanity works. They always forget their heroes." The Drowned God said every word with so much malice that around him seemed to be tinged with a darker color.

Aenar seemed thoughtful at the Drowned God's words. There was a possibility that this would actually happen, even if he had not seen any indication of such a thing happening. But, Aenar never underestimated a being who was omniscient and omnipotent.

"You're right, but even if such a thing happens, I will fight him for my future." Aenar replied to the Drowned God as he stood before him. He raised his sword, looking coldly at the God who had spent too much divine power to even be able to move.

"But, you will be my weapon against R'hllor, should that really happen. After all, I cannot trust any God, not even my patron." Aenar said, cutting off the Drowned God's head in an instant.

However, when he was about to enslave the Drowned God, he saw that the Drowned God's soul was extremely corrupted with Psychic energy, it can be said that there was not a piece of soul that had not been corrupted.

"This is impossible, I never came into contact with psychic energy!!!!" The Drowned God also saw his own situation and screamed full of disbelief.

"You didn't have contact with Chaos?" Aenar laughed and spoke with a tone full of sarcasm. "The moment you accepted a deal with the God of Chaos, you were already corrupted, the chaos god was just waiting for the right moment for you to fall into the ruinous forces of chaos."

"It wasn't just you, but all the gods who dared to accept a deal with the chaos gods." Aenar continued speaking, his voice dripping with sarcasm and irony. "When you die, all of you will fall into the arms of the ruinous forces of chaos, you will be slaves for all eternity, worse than any demon."

However, Aenar frowned. He felt that no matter how hard he tried, the mark of the Chaos God could not be erased from the Drowned God's soul. He was not strong enough to erase the mark of a being who had not even been born, but was already at the top of the known universe.

"Since you are not even fit to be my slaves, you have no reason to exist." Aenar said with a cold tone as he crushed the divine soul of the Chaos God. He would never let the chaos gods gain more generals.

Since the gods could not be his slaves, they did not need to exist!

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