Warhammer: Saiyan Adopted by the Wolf King

Axis's pupils contracted sharply as a golden aura erupted around him like a firestorm.

The energy of his Super Saiyan form swept outward, a tempest of raw power that blasted the surrounding blood mist back dozens of meters.

He felt a viscous, insidious will attempting to seep into his mind, a pressure like a searing axe blade pressed against his temples.

"Khorne, you damned bastard!" Axis's voice was filled with a cold, simmering fury, "Do you think I would be moved by your bitching? Do you think I'm Angron? I'm not one for being a subordinate."

A thunderous laugh echoed in his mind, a sound of grinding metal and spilling blood. "Hahaha! Your anger is the best proof! Look at you now, your furious battle lust... you are even more suited to be a part of me than Angron!"

Axis sneered, and his psychic energy coalesced into a fist that slammed against the invading will.

"I enjoy a good fight, but I will not be dominated by it. Don't you lumb me in with the likes of you!"

Saiyans love to fight, but I have no desire to be anyone's slave, Axis thought to himself. You Chaos Gods are just a bunch of the most unreliable charlatans. As if I would ever trust you.

He calmed himself, focusing on his pure psychic power while circulating his ki throughout his body.

As he did, the rage in his mind subsided, and even Khorne's voice became less grating, less tempting.

"Dominate?" Khorne's voice suddenly boomed, much louder than before. "No, I am only liberating you! Allowing you to become your true self."

Axis's vision was instantly flooded by a sea of crimson.

Illusions of countless battlefields flashed before his eyes. He saw himself standing atop a mountain of corpses and oceans of gore, his foot crushing the gilded skull of the Emperor.

His dark gaunlets dripped with blood, and behind him, an army of a billion roaring daemons stood ready.

"This is the future you are meant to have!" the voice promised, "Not kneeling at the feet of this coward who calls himself Emperor! You should be the one to take his head.

"You should fashion his skull into a trophy to rest your feet upon, bathe in the blood of a million heroes, and build yourself a throne from their skulls!"

A smile twisted Axis's lips as his golden ki surged violently, an outward explosion of energy that instantly evaporated the illusion.

"These pathetic tricks are useless against me, Bastard."

"Could you please try something different?" Axis asked, "I like fighting with my gauntlets. But I absolutely loathe bathing it in blood, I'm a very clean person, you see. Who the hell wants to bathe in blood anyway? And who the hell wants to use skulls for a throne? Do you know how uncomfortable it would be to sit on an uneven surface?

"I'm not a pervert. Honestly, I think Slaanesh's temptations are far more sophisticated than yours."

He scoffed inwardly. It's just pure, unadulterated deviancy! At least that Androgenous bitch has some style, a palace of pleasure you can visit, someone you could at least whistle at!

Sure, whatever that is will dick you down and flay you alive in the end, but there's a certain flair to it.

"Damn you!" Khorne's roar was so powerful it made a part of the Immaterium tremble, "Do not speak of that wretch! That fiend is a liar, unlike me! I grant my followers true blessings! I will one day seize that purple bitch by the throat and tear it to pieces!"

This fool, Khorne fumed, had to bring up the one I despise most. I hate that purple deviant more than the great golden fool on the Throne.

Given the chance, I would strike it down first and take its daemon princes for my own.

Besides, the Blood God considered, this boy's soul is… different. I thought it would be simple to corrupt.

But upon truly touching Axis's soul, he discovered it was far more powerful, far more hallowed, than he had ever imagined.

This makes it more interesting. There is a far greater sense of accomplishment in corrupting a soul so pure.

As if in response, a golden halo materialised above Axis's spiritual form, its light flaring to repel the corrupting power of the Blood God.

The Emperor, who had been about to deliver the final blow to Angron, noticed immediately that something was wrong.

Axis's sudden transformation and the red mist seeping from his body could only mean one thing: Khorne was attempting to corrupt humanity's greatest hope.

Abandoning his corrupted son, the Emperor rushed to Axis's side and placed a hand on his shoulder.

He unleashed his own pure psychic might, purging the red mist from Axis's mind and forcefully severing the connection to the Immaterium.

Khorne's voice faded, but not before leaving behind a final echo, "I will not give you up, Axis... You and all your sons will be mine... All of you are mine…and mine alone!"

You sound like Slannesh, you bastard, Axis roared in his mind, and he swore he heard a how dare you form the distance, as his own soul finally severed off the connection.

A moment later, Khorne's presence vanished completely from his mind. Axis let out a breath he did not realize he was holding.

The Emperor, too, looked relieved. But he did not dwadle.

Together, they turned their attention to the still-mutating form of Angron.

The primarch had completely lost his human shape. His body had swelled to nearly six meters in height, his skin now covered in crimson scales. His twin axes had fused into a single, massive blade of black brass, and bony spurs jutted from his back like broken wings.

The Emperor, however, had lost his chance to execute him.

In choosing to save Axis, he had forfeited the opportunity to strike Angron down.

A tear ripped open in reality.

A rift into the Immaterium had opened beside the new Daemon Primarch.

At his feet lay a crimson dagger, pulsing with an unnatural, ethereal blue light.

This power did not belong to Khorne but to another of the bastards. Tzeentch had also made a move.

Angron was about to escape into the Immaterium.

Before he could vanish completely, the Emperor swung his golden sword, unleashing a wave of pure energy that struck Angron across the chest.

The Daemon Primarch let out a pained shriek as the wound burned deep into his very essence.

That strike would leave a permanent scar. In the future, should any of humanity's heroes strike that wound, the blow would prove fatal.

Angron vanished into the rift.

"It is a pity he got away," Axis said with a sigh. If the Emperor had not needed to help him, Angron would not have escaped.

"We will destroy him in the future," the Emperor said, his voice cold. There wasn't a slightest hit of worry for the lost son. If anything, there was the slight irritation of having a prized investment profiting his enemy.

The first Primarch had truly and utterly fallen to Chaos. And now, Axis was formally in the sights of the Chaos Gods. Khorne, especially, would not let him go.

"Axis, why were you able to hear Khorne's voice?" the Emperor asked, his brow furrowed.

It made no sense. Without a specific conduit, Khorne should not have been able to communicate with Axis.

The Chaos Gods could not so easily interfere with the Materium unless one was near a tear in reality like the Eye of Terror.

Unless… unless Axis was a powerful psyker.

And with one of Khorne's Greater Daemons nearby, a connection could have been forged.

The Emperor focused his psychic senses. He could feel the residual psychic energy Axis had used to resist Khorne, and his soul was unbelievably potent.

How is this possible? the Emperor's furrowed.

Axis now has psychic abilities, and a soul strong enough to partially resist a Chaos God. When we performed his augmentation, there was no sign of such power. In fact, his soul was weak. Based on my and Malcador's calculations, this should not have happened.

"Axis, when did you awaken your psychic abilities?" the Emperor asked, his expression grim. "And why is your soul so powerful?"

"It happened after I left Holy Terra," Axis explained, reciting the cover story he had long ago prepared, "During my training, I discovered that my ki energy also strengthened my soul. That is how Kasha's own psychic abilities grew so quickly. I'm sure you've felt its effects on yourself. Eventually, my soul seemed to become a tangible entity within my body, making it far more resilient to the corruption of the Warp."

Axis's words cleared up many of the questions the Emperor had.

It now cemented his theory as to why his own psychic powers had grown so much, and why he had begun to see visions of the distant future. In ten years, Axis's ki had fortified his very soul.

Axis must have always possessed this potential, but it was dormant and contained within his weak soul, which was why he and Malcador had never detected it.

"There must be a Warp artifact nearby," the Emperor stated, his brow furrowed in thought, "Otherwise, Khorne could not have corrupted Angron so swiftly, much less contacted you directly. This was a conspiracy, a plot aimed at both of us."

"Father," Axis asked, looking to the Emperor, "what is our next course of action?"

"The primarch of the Twelfth Legion has turned traitor," the Emperor said, "We must replace the gene-seed of the entire Twelfth Legion at once. With their father having ascended as a Greater Daemon of Khorne, his fall will inevitably affect his sons."

Because of their origins in the Immaterium, a primarch and his Astartes shared a bond, one that could compel the sons to obey their father's will without question. If Angron were to meet with his Legion now, the consequences would be catastrophic.

The Emperor estimated that more than half of the War Hounds would turn to Chaos in an instant.

"The War Hounds are scheduled to arrive tomorrow," Axis said, "We will replace all of their gene-seed then."

"Be careful from now on, Axis," the Emperor warned, "The Chaos Gods have taken notice of you."

But as he spoke, another thought troubled the Master of Mankind. Was the future he had foreseen true?

Or was it all just another elaborate trick of Chaos, a plot designed to drive a wedge between him and his primarchs?

The Emperor began to doubt the authenticity of his foresight.

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ooooh bonus chapter on its way!

so, powerstones?!