I'm a magnetic field madman

He was dressed in silver-gray Terminator power armor, holding an ancient Titan sword in his right hand and a blood-stained bird head of a shape-shifting demon lord in his left.

Clearly, this warp traveler was quite bewildered as to why he had suddenly been captured from the front lines of the battle between those evil gods and brought here... but he knew that the Blood God's domain had been sealed off, and no one knew what had happened here.

But now he knows.

"By the Emperor..."

Cardo Diego gazed at the torn, chaotic wasteland, the destroyed brass fortress—and most importantly, at the end, a figure sat atop countless trembling skulls!

He stopped breathing instinctively, and prayed with a groan, even without seeing it directly...

But the moment he looked directly at him, Diego felt as if his soul was being burned by blood and fire!

But the next moment, something even more challenging to his sanity happened.

"Damn it, you're a paralyzed cripple who can't stand up? Well then, I'll just chop off your useless leg for you!!"

Laughing wildly, a blood-red figure charged towards Khorne on the throne without hesitation, like a sea tiger swimming in a sea of ​​blood!

Diego couldn't see what was happening, but he only heard one simple word echoing in his ears.

kill!kill!kill!

With Khorne's joyful and furious roar, the ultimate gladiatorial combat unfolds in this realm of endless war!

28. Newborn Angron

Fine acid rain constantly patters within this steel jungle, and countless towering buildings, seemingly endless, block out the light of distant stars above this planet.

The planet is called Sintira. It is the capital of the Calissis sector in the Misty Starfield and one of the most prosperous regions of the human empire.

This small planet is home to 25 billion permanent residents, making it undoubtedly a pure hive world.

Sintira consists of two largest nesting cities:

Sibellus and Tarsus jointly dominated, though some prefer to call it: shared.

The vast majority of the planet’s pitifully surviving population is crammed into these two nest cities.

This place is no different from most of the world in the Empire.

The nobility are corrupt and ignorant, and planetary governors come and go.

The elites of the upper class are deeply entrenched in the corruption of power and privilege, believing themselves to be above the laws of the empire and to act arbitrarily.

The people of Zhongchao toiled for the empire their entire lives, living no more than thirty-five years. Ignorance became a virtue, and death was transformed into a reward for so-called loyalty…

To pay the exorbitant tithe and various other taxes levied by nobles and officers at every level, residents generally did not have any savings.

A disease, a hunting trip on a whim by nobles, a sudden increase in taxes, or even an act of usurpation in order to survive, can all lead to death.

From the day they are born, the people are taught to give everything for the empire, to live their lives to demonstrate their loyalty and value, not to question, not to think, not to be selfish, but to rely solely on the divine emperor for the protection of all people.

Those who lived in the nest were not much different from slaves...

Every citizen, starting from the age of eleven, must engage in various highly polluting and dangerous production jobs and be incorporated into the planetary defense force to exterminate cultists. The reward for being enslaved here for life is the peaceful sleep of death and a return to the golden throne.

As for the lower nest? Need I say more? It was a living hell, a place so terrible it rivaled even the Comoros.

Ha ha

This world is a dark comedy that makes it impossible to laugh out loud. It is oppressive and painful. Survival here is a pathetic beginning, and the end result is just a fucking ending that nobody knows.

The soul returns to the Golden Throne?

Who has been to the Golden Throne? Who has returned? Who can guarantee that the God-Emperor truly exists? If he exists, why has he never protected us?

Those pastors kept warning us that thinking would lead to heresy, but what does heresy mean?

Why is it a form of decadence for us to think about how to live better?

If wanting to live a slightly better life is considered decadent, then what about the nobles?

They are high above, they are born noble.

They could wield weapons at will, hunting down the civilians of Zhongchao like wild beasts, torturing and killing them, abusing their wives and seven-year-old daughters, and even doing more depraved things.

Who punished them?

Has the national education system been punished? Where is the court? Where is the Ministry of Justice?

We've only seen them in myths—the great saint Sebastian, the hero Macardo. But we've never seen people who would help us, who would punish the unjust.

No, those nobles are all living well, enjoying delicacies and pleasures that we commoners have never seen in our entire lives, and yet they live more than seven times longer than the average lifespan of the common people in Zhongchao.

Even the pastors of the state religion, those so-called preachers of divine grace... they just repeat to us like a broken record, telling us to believe in the emperor...

They were unwilling to share even a little bit of the moldy food that filled their warehouse with us.

You tell us that all the labor and effort is for the benefit of the empire.

Every screw we screw in will eventually become a bomb that falls on the heads of heretics and aliens.

You said our hardships are necessary sacrifices, and only through our sacrifices can we build a great empire and ensure the eternal glory of mankind.

You said that spiritual faith and loyalty can free us from physical pain and shackles... At this time, loyalty and dedication are so that our souls can return to the golden throne after death.

But what about them?

Why shouldn't those nobles have to pay the price?

Why should they be able to enjoy themselves like this?

Why can they be above the law?

You say our labor sustains the empire, yet we see those nobles squandering our labor and contributions.

Of the taxes they plunder from us, the amount squandered is no less than the tithe that needs to be paid to the Empire.

However, they were the cornerstone of the empire, the loyal exemplars of the empire.

So what are we then?

If we do not speak out, we will fall silently like insignificant ants, our bodies dragged to factories to be made into corpse starch, which will then become the next meal for our companions.

What if we make a sound?

We would become heretics, criminals, cultists deserving of hell—and then all those who would never uphold justice for us would appear.

Please, anyone, please save us...

Tarsus Nest

In the confined steel jungle, amidst the relentless acid rain that erodes the ground and metal beneath, in a dark little shack...

The veteran, wearing the poor-quality uniform of the planetary defense force, coughed heavily. His pale face was already terminally ill due to diseases such as pneumoconiosis.

But he still looked at the cold-blooded law enforcement officer before him and pleaded sorrowfully…

"My lord, I just want to feed my child..."

"Citizen of the Empire, reports from multiple third parties indicate that you have violated Imperial law... I will accurately and precisely sentence you according to the established provisions in the Book of Judgment."

Clad in heavy armor, the enforcer, like an emotionless machine, raised his scepter and proclaimed the heinous crimes of the sinners before him…

"Reselling the Emperor's sacred property, including but not limited to one second-class medal of the Planetary Defense Force, two logging guns, and fifty-two rounds of ammunition..."

"But sir, those are all my assets from when I retired," the veteran pleaded, his face flushed with emotion and his voice trembling with pain.

"I sold them just to get some food. My wife volunteered to be a 'fox' for our child's sake. My child is only four years old. I've never received any welfare payments, and you forbid retired soldiers from doing manual labor, making them 'awaiting conscription' at any time... cough cough cough!"

He was only twenty-one years old, but he looked incredibly old. He was a retired soldier, carrying honors and medals... but apart from a tin medal and his old friend, he had nothing.

He fought for the empire, battling cultists and even aliens... but after being wounded and forced to retire, he could only watch helplessly as his wife, whom he had grown up with, volunteered to be hunted by the nobles of the Nest City in exchange for a little food to feed him and their son, so that she wouldn't have to watch her son and husband starve to death in front of her.

He was loyal to the empire, but he wanted his children to live.

He secretly sold his old comrade who had accompanied him to the battlefield, and in return bought two bags of meager rations mixed with wood chips and sand. But as soon as he got home, the law enforcement officers came knocking on his door.

He hoped his pleas would elicit a little pity—at the very least, he would leave the last of his food for his children.

Let him live a little longer, at least until he's old enough to work in a factory tightening screws in exchange for food.

"Under the following imperial laws, your imperial existence has been abolished... According to imperial law, the eleven taxes and fines you owe will be inherited by your children."

The officer read the statement expressionlessly, as if he hadn't heard the other side's defense at all...

"Three accusations from the Ministry of Military Affairs: defaming the Emperor's merciful food blocks, publishing content that is hostile to the Empire, and making incorrect comments on the Ministry of Military Affairs' propaganda."

The veteran coughed; he couldn't refute it, nor could he speak. He had indeed said those things; he had discussed with his comrades the teeth they had found in the corpse starch...

He spoke ill of officers from noble families who had never been to the front lines...

Furthermore, they complained about the phrase "Work hard, and things will get better and better" in the Military Affairs Department's "Weekly Article".

Yes, he said it all, but he never said it publicly. He swears he really only complained about it in private.

There are many, many more topics that are absolutely off-limits... For example, where did the pensions of these soldiers who were conscripted from Zhongchao go after their discharge?

They went to bureaucrats countless times and were asked to prove that they were the problem.

"Based on multiple charges, you will be stripped of your Imperial citizenship and transformed into a machine servant to pay off the eleven taxes owed with your life."

The bailiff continued to announce his sentence to this criminal in a machine-like manner.

"The remaining debt will be inherited by your family. Considering your child's age, we will transform him into a semi-perceptive servant to carry out the cleanup work on the hive city and repay the debt."

"Cough cough cough!!"

The veteran was speechless; despair and pain had rendered his wounded body incapable of uttering any words. He stared desperately at the law enforcement officer, screaming and demanding answers...

"Why don't you punish them? Why only punish us? Does your law only target innocent people like me?"

"Sacrifice is the cornerstone of the empire," the enforcer declared coldly and ruthlessly.

"Our lives are the currency of emperors, and we must all use it wisely."

"Heh, sacrifice... sacrifice..."

The veteran's face twitched and struggled, unbearable pain spreading throughout his body... and at this moment, his soul underwent a strange expansion!

An invitation was sent to the depths of his soul. If he accepted it, his soul would be replaced, and in return, everything before him would be punished!

The veteran didn't know whose voice it was.

Emperor? Or something else entirely? Never mind, he roared and agreed!

The veteran's face contorted for a moment, and then, his crippled legs supported his body as he stood up.

An incredible miracle, yet the law enforcement officer before him continued reading the contents meticulously, like a machine.

"Attention! Heretic! Cease all resistance, or we will end your right to life here, and your debts will be inherited by your relatives in equal measure..."

Fuck you!

Incredibly irritable, the veteran unleashed a power and temper far beyond what this body should possess!

With one punch, the law enforcement officer and his power armor were blasted into a pile of minced meat stuck to the wall!

Even with only his upper body remaining, the law enforcement officer continued to repeat the same message like a machine.

"Beware, heretic, your actions have committed a transgression..."

"Ugh, ahhh!"

Amidst painful twisting and groans, the veteran's body writhed, his muscles and skin undergoing instantaneous transformation and rewriting, followed by his bones stretching and reshaping!

Finally, accompanied by a flash of lightning, a completely new person stood there.

"I...I am..." he murmured, looking blankly at his hands.

"I am...Angron?"

29. The Rebirth of the Primarch

Every demonic Primarch's soul is a treasure of the evil god. Although many people laugh at Khorne for not drawing the card he wanted... Angron's soul is still extremely precious to Khorne.

The precious thing about the Primarch's soul is its independence—even when infused with the power of the evil god, they can still maintain their individuality and even their independence in spirit.

The vast majority of demon princes, from the moment they ascended from mortals to demons, had already become part of the evil gods. They had no self to speak of; their pathetic bodies were simply driven by the will of Khorne.

Their souls were manipulated by them, their bodies filled with subspace energy... They had no freedom whatsoever except when they were fighting for the evil gods in the physical universe.

However, the soul of the Primitive is different.