The Space Marines of both the World Eaters and the Black Legion were, by nature, furious and volatile warriors. Unlike many other Legions or warbands, their conflicts were real—bloody, personal, and ever-simmering.
"Come on! Let's fight! LET'S FIGHT!"
The roar echoed from both sides, a call to battle not against the enemy, but against each other.
Of course, as the masters of conspiracy, the Alpha Legion found this spectacle delightful. Hidden within the shadows, they shouted gleefully:
"Alpharius!"
"Alpharius!" both the World Eaters and Black Legion warriors growled in unison, eyes burning with rage.
In a rare moment of unity, several of the Marines cast aside their hatred for one another and turned to face the Alpha Legion instead. Old grudges could wait—but the meddling of Alpharius was always a priority.
The Alpha Legion's reputation had become a running joke among the rebels. Even now, united under the banner of the Imperium Caelestis and the Emperor Kenthelion, old wounds refused to fully heal.
Just as the tension reached its peak, the wall of the fortress suddenly exploded.
Karn the Betrayer, the infamous butcher of the World Eaters, stormed in with explosive force.
He plowed through the crowd, knocking down Marines left and right. Dust and debris clouded the air as bodies hit the ground.
"Well, well… looks like you've all been having fun without me," Karn growled, his voice a deep, metallic snarl reverberating from within his helmet.
The murderous intent etched into Karn's helm could be felt by everyone present. As something of a political commissar for the World Eaters, he excelled not only at slaying enemies, but also disciplining his own brothers when needed.
Standing tall amid the silent crowd, Karn cast a sweeping gaze over the scattered warriors.
"The Emperor has issued new orders," he said firmly. "Beyond slaughtering all alien scum, we are to focus on destroying enemy infrastructure—to claim them as future military bases for the Imperium Caelestis."
"Crystal clear," the former traitor Marines and Alpha Legionnaires answered in unison, straightening themselves as they prepared to move out.
-----
[Birth of the Anthrotheon]
The battle on Concordia IX had ended. The dust of war began to settle, leaving behind the echoes of destruction and triumph. The Death Korps of Krieg did not disappoint Kenthelion—they conquered the battlefield with precise, ruthless efficiency, accomplishing the strategic goals of the Imperium Caelestis in record time.
The Space Marines? They annihilated every alien species with their own hands.
But victory was only the beginning.
Within the sanctified halls of Sanctum Solaris, surrounded by golden spires and pulsating data-nexuses, stood a conclave of legends—bishops of the State Church, great scientists from across universes, and the revered Magos of Mars. Names that once shaped the stars now bowed their heads in unity:
Belisarius Cawl, Dr. Halsey, Mordin Solus, Fabius Bile, Dr. J, Galen Erso—the minds that built empires and shattered dimensions.
And all of them had come for one reason: to raise a mortal into something divine.
> "Emperor… Are you certain you wish to proceed?"
Belisarius's voice was heavy, almost reverent.
Kenthelion looked at them all. He gave a small, quiet smile—one full of meaning.
> "I only slept for twenty years. Maybe longer. But the universe has changed... and the conceptual gods are beginning to awaken.
If I don't evolve… humanity won't survive."
He had made his choice—a total genetic transformation. Within him would be implanted the Anthrotheon Gene: a transcendent construct, where faith, soul, and cosmic power would merge and evolve endlessly.
---
The Anthrotheon Gene
This gene is the perfect manifestation of faith, soul, and cosmic might—something only Kenthelion could possess. His unwavering belief does not merely shape his will—it reshapes reality itself.
Through this gene, Kenthelion enters a cycle of reincarnation and spiritual evolution, gradually expanding his consciousness beyond mortal comprehension.
Psionics, the Force, biotics, and soul-based technologies converge within this gene, forging a being who is not only physically and mentally powerful—but also able to command the soul and manipulate the fundamental energies of the universe.
The dominion of concept embedded in this gene ensures that only Kenthelion—or those he personally allows—can wield this power. Thus, he maintains absolute conceptual authority, shielding humanity from primordial horrors and rival gods.
> "Emperor, what do you wish to become?" one voice asked.
> "The sword and shield of mankind," Kenthelion answered without hesitation.
He knew that accepting this transformation meant giving up many things. Slowly, parts of who he once was would fade. But it was all worth it—ever since the day he transmigrated into this universe.
> "Begin."
The scientists moved swiftly.
Kenthelion lay flat on a high-tech operating table, his body suspended in fields of light. Nanotech swarmed like stars, restructuring his genes and soul with divine precision.
And in that sacred chamber, beneath the banners of the Imperium Caelestis, a god was born—not through prophecy, but through will.