I'm a magnetic field madman

The materials that make up the Primarch's soul have always been a mystery...

God knows what materials and ingredients the Emperor, who made a dirty deal with the Chaos God, used to forge the Primarch's immortal soul...

Or rather, what concept of the Warp did the Emperor choose to serve as the material for the Primarch's soul?

Undoubtedly, the Primarch's soul was always different from that of mortal races, and more like that of some kind of warp being.

It could even be said that the Primarchs themselves are “demons”.

They don't need the power of evil gods to ascend to demonhood; once they awaken their true nature, they can create an effect similar to ascending to demonhood.

Moreover, this kind of "ascension" is far more powerful than accepting the power of a Chaos God, as was the case with Korath, the Primarch of the Ravenguard...

After embracing the essence, he was even able to beat up Loka, who had accepted the power of chaos to become a demon.

For this reason, the soul of every Primarch can be "dyed".

Their seemingly indestructible Primarchic nature, after being corrupted by other types of warp energy...

If accepted, one can become the Primarch of other evil gods, overwriting their warp nature and filling their souls with the power of the evil gods.

Just like when the Emperor possessed Guilliman and defeated the Primarch Mortarion, he said he could bring Mortarion's soul back, and that's why.

A container can be emptied and cleaned once, and of course it can be cleaned a second time.

Therefore, the Primarch is a treasure, a treasure that every evil god holds tightly in their hands, preventing them from leaving at will.

And when Angron's soul falls into the real world, one can foresee...

The other four evil gods besides Khorne will do everything in their power to regain control of it.

Even if Angron himself is unwilling, he will still complete a new ascension after being cleansed by the power of the warp once again.

No matter how unwilling he was, he couldn't change that, just like when Luo Jia forced him to become a demon to save his life.

Therefore, when Bai Wujie sent out Angron's soul, he deliberately cut off a part of it.

The power and essence belonging to the Primarch were sealed into his black sword... while the other part of Angron's own memories and fragments were packed up and thrown out.

In this way, even the Chaos God would not be able to easily find Angron's whereabouts.

And even if we find it, so what?

The interesting "gift" that Bai Wujie gave to Angron... once fully developed, it would be enough for Angron to crush all problems under his feet...

After a long period of turmoil and confusion in his soul, Angron finally came to his senses.

He came back to life.

As a "human being".

Angron sat on the ground, breathing heavily, feeling the vibrant presence of life, and more importantly—that long-lost peace.

The mad clamor and shouts of the Blood God were no longer in his mind...

There is no longer the Butcher's Nail that relentlessly amplifies the pain and the torment of craving blood.

He came back to life...

Without excessive elation, Angron simply enjoyed this peaceful feeling that he had long forgotten. Even losing the Primarch's abilities was a blessing to him.

Is he free...?

No, Anglong looked at his reflection in the sewage in front of him, and at the three bright red shark tooth marks on his head, as if a dark cloud was always hanging over Anglong's head.

He wasn't completely free; he could leave the warp... purely because that insane Khorne Challenger wanted to see him have his fun.

Angron stroked the battle markings on his head with a gloomy expression, but unlike Khorne and even the Emperor, Bai Wujie did not restrict his behavior in any way, nor did he ask him to do anything. He simply bestowed upon him the seed of power.

It was as if they were certain that Anglong would put on a performance that would make Bai Wujie happy.

I'm unhappy, very unhappy.

No one likes the feeling of having their fate predetermined, especially a troublemaker like Angron.

His hands clenched slightly. Anglong knew that absolute freedom did not exist in this world—and even if he wanted to act against Bai Wujie's wishes, he could not do so.

He now has nothing, while the Primarch's soul shines like a beacon in the Warp.

Even if it's been weakened, Angron's soul imprint will eventually be found by his brothers.

Fugen, Motarrian, Magnus, Loga, Peturabo...

The thought of what would happen if these "good brothers" caught him in his current state made Anglong feel utterly disgusted!

Moreover, falling into chaos once again is definitely not what Angron wants.

He needs power, even if it's what this bastard who's just having fun with him expects.

But Angron had to do it; he had to make himself strong again!

Relying on this... the power of the rotating magnetic field!

Angron looked at the arcs of electricity flashing on his hands. Even though he was only in the "electric propulsion" state of superpower preparation, it was still incredibly powerful.

He felt he could smash a tank with just one punch—even though that power would be insignificant to him as the Primarch… but this was a mortal body, yet it could unleash such incredible power.

Ambitions? Angron didn't have any, but he knew he had to push this power forward... until it was enough to protect himself from his own brothers, or...

"Well!!"

Angron frowned as a sharp pain spread through his mind. It wasn't a lingering effect, but rather the lingering memories of the body's original owner.

He is not a sentimental person.

Perhaps Angron was once a kind man who cared for his brothers and sisters... but the devastation of the Butcher's Sting, the massacres of the Great Crusade and the Great Rebellion...

His experiences as a demon prince over the years had permanently changed him.

Moreover, he has lost his essence as the Primarch... Regardless of the Emperor's design philosophy, the current Angron is no longer the Angron of the past.

Even if the butcher's nail is removed, even if his soul is cleansed anew, some things that are lost and forever changed can never be brought back.

Everything has already changed. When he was nailed with the Butcher's Nail, when he was forcibly taken away by the Emperor, when he ascended to demonhood, his personality had already been rewritten forever.

but……

"These self-proclaimed noble pieces of shit disgust me," Angron hissed angrily.

He slowly stood up, looked at the dark and dirty street, and the approaching sirens in the distance, clenched his fists, and walked into the shadows.

Having been given a second chance at life, Angron vowed never to be anyone's slave. And likewise, he didn't want to see any pathetic slaves.

Perhaps, just as Bai Wujie had hoped, Anglong, having accepted this gift, had truly come to understand what "freedom" really looked like.

In the gloomy city of Zhongchao, a sallow-faced, thin little girl dressed in tattered, gray clothes, with a shimmering collar around her neck, frantically and fearfully weaves through the city's intricate alleyways.

She sobbed and begged for the emperor's protection, even though no sound came from the overly quiet alley behind her.

Fear, like worms gnawing at her heart, relentlessly tested her reason; the girl, who had been running for so long, no longer had the strength to run any further…

Having not eaten for many days had caused her stomach to ache as if it were being burned and corroded by sulfuric acid.

But she gritted her teeth and shoved herself into the broken drainpipe next to her, ignoring the stench and toxic liquid that corroded her body, curling up and hiding there.

Behind them, came the rapid sound of an aircraft whizzing through the air.

The girl's body trembled violently, her last shred of sanity holding her breath. Only when the sound of the aircraft drew closer and then passed by did she dare to breathe again.

Then came endless sobbing.

What exactly is chasing the girl?

In this great hive city under imperial rule, what is hunting down an unarmed child?

They were humans, or rather, the upper-class nobles of this Tarsus hive.

The cornerstones of the empire, the noble planetary aristocracy, the subjects of the empire—they are the ones carrying out the hunt.

Is the girl some damned heretic?

Has he become a villain who worships a chaotic evil god?

No, not at all. She was very loyal. Every night before she went to sleep, she would pray to the emperor... even if the prayer was only for a little more food the next day.

The only reason she was being hunted was because she was just the "fox" in this hunt.

Among the upper nobility of the world of Cintira today, there is a special sport called "Hunting the King"... It is said that it originated from the upper class activities of Necromonda Nest City.

Initially, this hunt for nobles required inexperienced young men from the upper classes to go down to the lair to carry out missions, either to survive or to hunt down their targets: mutants, cunning individuals, cultists, or whatever else.

Only the surviving young nobles are qualified to become the new leadership class in the Nest City; this is the meaning behind the hunt for nobles.

However, so much time has passed that the hunting activities that reached Sintira have long since changed in nature.

Today, it has become a social activity for young nobles to "hunt" while wearing expensive power armor with protective stances and carrying explosive pistols.

Just like the nobles of ancient Terra would go hunting foxes...

The sophisticated nobles of Sintira referred to their prey as "foxes"...

But how could a noble upper-class aristocrat risk going to the filthy and dangerous lower nest?

Therefore, let's use the common people of Zhongchao as our prey.

Oh, their actions are all justified, because the hunters are not ordinary people, but rather fearless sacrifices who "voluntarily" joined the activity to serve as "foxes."

When the sound of the aircraft faded into the distance, the girl shakily climbed out of the sewer pipe.

The filthy and poisonous liquid had already burned and destroyed the girl's exposed skin... but she ignored the excruciating pain and just tried her best to crawl into a corner, curl up, and hide.

However, a pair of feet encased in heavy armor appeared before her. She instinctively tried to look up, but a cold, hard gun barrel was already pressed against her head...

A voice, tinged with a wicked sense of humor, mixed with amusement and mockery, reached my ears...

"Surprise, little mouse! You probably don't know what that collar is for, do you?"

Yes, to prevent these "foxes" from escaping, the "brave young people" participating in the hunter-gatherer activity also put positioning collars on them to ensure that their prey would not escape.

"Ugh, ooh..."

Despair and terror rendered the girl speechless, while the young nobleman who had hunted her spoke with a cruel and wicked smile…

"Come, pray to the Emperor... Is that all? Then, let me take you to the Emperor's side?"

"This shot is for the Emperor."

"boom!!"

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30. Happy Madman Angron

"Run, Peck, hurry!"

A luxurious, dark gold armed vehicle, resembling a Land Rover assault boat, sped through the streets and alleys of Zhongchao...

Meanwhile, a young nobleman dressed in luxurious clothes screamed hysterically at the person driving the vehicle next to him while simultaneously pulling the trigger behind him.

In an instant, the streets were stained crimson by the red Hellfire Guns, the surging red light illuminating the dark haunted city...

But nothing alive was burned to ashes by the crimson hellish light.

The only smell lingering on the streets is the faint smell of molten steel.

But he knew that something was chasing him, still hunting him down!

Terror filled the young man's face. He had come to Zhongchao to participate in the Hunter of the Kings event... and before that, he had already heard about the "mysterious murderer" in Zhongchao.

It is said that the first to die were a group of people from the Upper Nest who participated in the hunt for the Duke, followed by the military police from the Ministry of Justice who went to search for the whereabouts of the law enforcement officers...

Next up is the planetary defense force, which plans to go to Midnese to eliminate any potential heretics and rebels.

No one came back, not a single one.

The reason he was here was not because he was foolishly stubborn... but because he couldn't go back after hearing the news on his way to Zhongchao!

The elevator leading to the upper nest was destroyed, forcing him and his vehicle and weapons to land in the middle nest.

What followed was a nightmare!

First, all the "foxes" they brought were released... Then, every moment, someone on their side died in the shadows.

They didn't know what had happened; all they knew was that if they stayed where they were, death would follow them like a shadow!

And in the shadows ahead, something seemed to be hidden, something that couldn't be seen clearly...