I'm a magnetic field madman

14. Astartes, defeated!

For heretics and aliens, no behavior can be considered excessive.

Whether it's the military affairs department that always tries to fool the common soldiers, or the veterans of every Space Marine chapter, their education is the same—

When facing traitors and aliens, no matter how ruthless the methods, they are always the right thing to do.

To eliminate all enemies for the sake of the emperor and for the sake of humanity is the greatest loyalty and virtue!

The Emperor's will shines brightly, extinguishing all evil spirits. Only through the Emperor's protection can the common people find refuge.

There is no such thing as despicable, nor is there any wrongdoing; only dead heretics are good heretics…

Only the aliens that become corpses and are used as specimens by the Alien Inquisition are considered good aliens.

As the old adage goes, for the Empire... no sacrifice is too great to be unacceptable, and no betrayal too small to be negligible.

Yes, everything is so educational, so propagated.

In this universe, such an idea can be considered absolutely correct...

However, any idea or spirit will inevitably lead to errors when put into practice.

Astartes are the Empire's sharpest blade, and these Death Angels are mass-produced products carved from a uniform template derived from their Primarchs.

However, the process of manufacturing them was assembly line-based, and the Astartes that came off the assembly line were not a group of identical dolls.

They have their own thoughts and considerations, and the cultures of different chapters and the personalities of the Primarchs all influence the thoughts of Astartes.

Even the most unoriginal and seemingly uniform warriors have their own distinct cultures and differences within their respective squads.

Calling Astartes angels is actually a way of kicking them out of humanity... but in reality, in this cold galaxy, these cold-blooded space warriors have a mind of their own.

Is there really a fundamental difference between them and ordinary people?

Even now, knowing that it would be best if those two were dead, Krom still scoffs at the two traitors who shot him in the back.

"Pah!! You despicable bat brat!!"

"Krom said fiercely," and this made Jomond and his two other fighting brothers beside him agree.

Wolves are cunning, but they also value honor in battle. They are not as rigid as the Imperial Fists, but the culture born on the eternal frozen land of Fenris makes them cherish the existence of warriors.

Even if the two people in the ring are heretics and aliens, they will still give them the most basic respect!

Their emotions made them utterly disdainful of the bat cub who shot them in the back... but their rationality prevented them from doing anything foolish like intervening.

No matter what, they are still Astartes. When traitors and aliens fight, the most moral thing they can do is to stand by and watch.

Like a thunderous roar, the explosive gun fired instantly, and countless small rockets intertwined with flames shot forward!

The first bomb grazed Anshi's unsuspecting body... Although he had dodged the fatal blow with his instinctive instincts, he was still injured by the small explosion and kinetic energy impact caused by the bomb!

Anshi's expression changed as excruciating pain and weakness spread through his wounds. All he could do was frantically try to dodge, but the Astartes' dynamic vision and muscle strength allowed the trajectory of the explosive to be firmly locked onto him.

One locks onto the history of ammonium, the other locks onto Bai Qianshuang.

"Die, alien!"

The traitor from the Eighth Legion roared in a frenzy and pulled the trigger. The gaze emanating from the oracle was nothing but cruelty and fanaticism!

Anshi was the first to fall. A bomb grazed his thigh and knocked him down, while another hit his back, piercing through his spine and chest. Even with the unparalleled martial arts of the Titan Clan, the Ether Martial Saint's body was still at the level of a mortal.

But Anshi remained silent throughout, wanting only to defend the last vestige of dignity of the Titans with his final death.

But Bai Qianshuang would not allow such a thing to happen.

He is not a human from this world, nor does he want to know any nonsense about the deep-seated hatred between humans and aliens in this world.

Even though a large number of memories in his mind that did not belong to "himself" told Bai Qianshuang many secrets and backgrounds of this world, he didn't care at all.

He is a powerful, unrestrained individual with a strong magnetic field. Every strong person who lives out their "true self" would never be influenced by a nonsensical world background.

All he knew was that the only warrior he had ever seen in this boring arena had been taken down by such a despicable sneak attack.

"You damn bastard, Imperial Extreme World-Shaking Palm!!"

Roaring, it unleashed its magnetic field power without hesitation. The attack compressed from the rotation of 50,000 magnetic fields was several times faster than the speed of a bomb!

In a single exchange, the traitorous Space Marine who had shot him in the back was blasted into pieces along with his power armor, the mangled flesh covering the walls of the arena behind him!

The traitor's companions did not grieve for the death of their comrade... Instead, the bat cub laughed wildly as it disappeared into the darkness of the arena.

They are the executioners of the shrill vortex, the remnants of a bygone legion.

They disdain associating with those degenerate, chaos-worshipping individuals, yet driven by desire, they perpetually do things that are no different from chaos itself!

The Legion had long since crumbled with the suicide of their Primarchs, and the surviving offspring all inherited their fathers' traits—the Nightborne never feared death, and the Nightborne craved eternal slumber.

Long live the Lord of the Night!

The bat offspring that disappeared into the darkness seemed to be trying to ambush Bai Qianshuang, and as Bai Qianshuang attacked, the other Space Marines also raised their weapons!

The battle has begun. Even if they hate and despise these traitors, they must fight and seize this only chance!

"By the Father above!!"

Krom roared with a battle cry, one hand pressing down on the bomb gun to continuously fire at the target in front of him, while the other hand gripped his demon claw and slashed at the enemy's head!

A beastly instinct surged within Krom's mind. The Canis Helix granted the Sons of Ruth a combat instinct far superior to all Astartes, yet in this damned place, it became Krom's greatest weakness!

Because all his animalistic instincts were telling him—to flee from the enemy before him!

Wild beasts are not fearless warriors; their primary task in the struggle for survival against nature is always to find a way to live.

But the instincts of a wild beast told Krom that charging forward would only lead to his death.

And that was indeed the case. Bai Qianshuang, who had completely abandoned her martial ethics towards that Titan, unleashed a power that was beyond imagination!

He can only exert 250,000 horsepower of magnetic field power at present... but this body, this body that belongs to his brother, has an almost cheat-like flow of energy!

Perhaps the power this body can truly unleash is far more than this... but for Bai Qianshuang, he felt just like Naoga!

A powerful surge of energy erupted in an instant; in just one glance, Krom couldn't even see what was happening before his eyes.

He felt dizzy and then collapsed onto the white sand.

Krom spat blood onto the arena sand, his fist clenched so tightly it creaked. He howled like a wolf, but his body remained immobile!

The powerful electric current suppressed all his organs and bones. The excessive current was deadly and incredibly precise, causing every nerve synapse in Krom's body to burn and become paralyzed!

The excruciating pain prompted Krom to roar in relief, and it was only then that he realized he had been struck in the chest.

To be precise, it was just a slap, but the strange electric current and magnetic field instantly destroyed his power armor.

His armor plates, which were once a beautiful thing, have now become creaking scraps.

The neural link with the black armor was directly destroyed... the electric fiber bundles that replicated the warrior's movements were abruptly shut down...

The already damaged life support unit could only inject Krom with combat stimulants... but with all his nerves forcibly paralyzed, and the power armor losing its own power, the armor instantly became a pure force feedback armor.

Even for Space Marines, wearing such a large metal suit is a considerable burden.

Crom roared, unable to believe that he had been crippled so easily and without any honor or ability to resist in a single encounter. Was he even less capable than that alien?

Whether he was inferior to Crom is unknown, but the Wolf Lord did not live to see his own death. The heretic moved lightly past the corpses, his boots creaking on the sand... The perverted aliens in the stands shouted for their bloody expectations.

He was let go! Krom thought to himself, but he felt no luck at all; he only felt immense humiliation!

Unable to utter even a harsh word, Krom could only watch in humiliation as his opponent humiliated him.

Without any hesitation, it dodged his cherished demonic claws from its grasp...

Crom watched with a bleeding heart as his beloved axe was melted and shaped by that heretical sorcery, transforming into two strangely shaped scimitars and a longsword!

The elegant design and thin blade resembled weapons of the Eldar, while the sun and moon engraved on the hilt... seemed to give these two weapons a cold and fiery glow.

Bai Qianshuang held the two weapons, Devouring the Sun and Chasing the Moon, which were originally made by her elder brother and eventually given to her.

Of course, he only used existing materials to create models that were merely shells... but it didn't matter, Bai Qianshuang was no longer very interested at the moment.

With two raised swords, the sword energy he unleashed easily repelled Jomond and Beorick, who were trying to come to their brother's rescue, while Silver Throw provided suppressive fire with his bomb gun from the sidelines...

He watched as each of his bombs, still burning with its tail flame, remained half a meter in front of his opponent.

They felt as if they were dealing with a quarter of troublesome, high-risk psionicists...

But there is no doubt that psykers would never possess the physical attributes and martial arts skills of this heretic, which are far superior to those of their Space Marines.

"Aren't you going to go? Are you planning to team up with that scum hiding in the shadows and wait for an opportunity?"

Bai Qianshuang looked down at the two dark angel warriors who stood ready but made no move, her gaze sweeping over the bat cub hiding in the shadows, and sneered...

There was no answer; the priest of the Dark Angels simply chanted scriptures in a low voice, pleading for the Emperor's help.

But this is Comoros. If even the Slaanesh cannot feast here, why should that cold sun shine here?

"Kill them all! Slaughter them all!"

"Give us the bloodiest slaughter!!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

On the stands, the Dark Spirits roared and screamed like they were going through a drug addiction. Bai Qian Shuang looked at them with only endless coldness in her eyes.

The arena, like a black tumor, spreads from the jagged edges and twisted spires of the Comoros's upper levels.

They rule the invasive world, drawing bloodthirsty and corrupt people from miles away—

These perverted, pointy-eared creatures fill their worthless lives with daily deaths, roaring their mad encouragement across their black stone steps.

He uttered curses in broken syllables, his thin lips twisted, his face forever bearing a hideous rage.

Bai Qianshuang would never like these drug addicts; rather, he hated almost every race in the universe and everyone.

He wouldn't get carried away by the cheers, nor would he feel any glory from the supporters of these trashy people.

However, he did intend to teach these guys who ruined his fun a lesson.

Teach them a lesson with the ultimate insult.

Bai Qianshuang turned her head and put away the weapon she had just forged.

The destruction he can cause is actually quite significant; he could even have fought his way out of the arena long ago. But what happens after that?

He doesn't have a spaceship, and even if he did, he wouldn't know how to fly it. Even if he did, he wouldn't know the way...

Even if someone is incredibly strong, if they fall headfirst into the net, they might not be able to find a way out.

However, he also knew he had to suppress his power. The rotation of the magnetic field could not be hidden, Bai Qian Shuang could feel it... the bloodthirsty man in the stands held an answer to his question about his power in his monstrous gaze.

But so be it. Bai Qianshuang thought to himself that it was necessary to demonstrate some of his power and let those who coveted him know that he was not a slave to be manipulated.

He disliked engaging in senseless killing because it would only cause more trouble.

Bai Qianshuang looked at Guo Zhen lying on the ground in the distance—it's not the right time yet, now is not the right time.

So... let's use a little special trick to deal with these guys.

"I've heard that every one of you Space Marines is hopelessly paternalistic."

Bai Qianshuang looked at these Astartes and revealed a cold, mocking smile...

"I've heard that one of you, named Abaddon, killed his pathetic replica who only had the Primarch's appearance. I'm curious... if you could do the same?"

15. The ultimate insult from Astartes!!!

To insult someone, you should attack what they care about most.

Bai Qianshuang was extremely annoyed by this group of Astartes... Although the problem stemmed from two cowardly traitors who shot her in the back—but who cares?

I'm upset, I feel unhappy, so of course I need to vent my unhappiness.

But what exactly could be done to so severely humiliate these Astartes?

Not knowing, and too lazy to read minds one by one to find the weaknesses of these war machines, Bai Qianshuang simply started from the source of these guys.

The original body, through the memories left behind in this body, told Bai Qianshuang many secrets of this world.

This includes stories about the so-called Primarchs—to be honest, Bai Qian Shuang was quite looking forward to meeting a Primarch and seeing just how powerful these true "demigods" really were.

For the Astartes, their Primarch was a being greater and more sacred than their biological father—

Their genetic seed comes from the genetic material of their proto-originators... One could say that Astartes can be considered the offspring of the proto-originators in a biological sense.

This is especially true for the more "unstable" the warband...