I'm a magnetic field madman

The vehicle's driver let out a scream. His prosthetic eye was a top-of-the-line Van Sauer model, one of its useful features being a photosensitive glare filter that allowed him to see clearly even in the shadows!

What on earth is ahead?!

The scream had barely escaped when he was strangled to death.

A tall figure stood in the darkness, bathed in the pale, cold light of the hive, right in front of their vehicle.

Then, a punch shattered their airship.

The violent tremor instantly knocked the two outstanding young men who had climbed the nest unconscious, and in their last moments of losing consciousness, they realized that they had been dragged away.

Losing consciousness in the nest and then being dragged away is not good news.

After all, the darkest corners of these empires are full of all sorts of monsters and demons, and the fate of those who fall into their hands... is predictable.

When the young man woke up, he found himself tied up and thrown into a pit. His power armor had been removed, and his companions, who were also bound and unable to move, were all around him.

He struggled desperately, but the restraints on his body were incredibly tight. He felt a slippery sensation, as if it were some kind of oil, emitting a repulsive stench.

"Let me go! I am the third in line to the Damont family! I..."

He shrieked, trying to use his superior status to demand better treatment... but another voice appeared and drowned out all his voices...

“I’m starting to understand why that gloomy bastard Kurtz would enjoy these kinds of tricks…”

The young man looked in fear toward the source of the sound, and saw a tall figure sitting on a black chair, blocking out all the light.

He reeked of blood, yet his eyes held an indescribable joy.

He was familiar with that look, because he had felt the same joy when he participated in the hunt for lords to hunt down those "foxes".

That was a joy that transcended all constraints and rules; it was a joy called "freedom."

Cultists? Heretics? Rebels? Or something else far worse?

The young man was unaware of what was happening, but the foul-smelling grease beneath him completely robbed him of his remaining courage. Even when he tried to speak, he could only stammer and utter not a single word.

"To think that making people's lives better is being corrupted by Sinister motives...to think that enabling people to know even a little bit of knowledge beyond their own names is wicked and strange, you say those foolish high lords of the Empire are worthy of respect..."

"You call the mountains of paperwork in the Ministry of Justice and the appeals that will never be resolved an inevitable pain... So you also want to say that these worthless planetary governors and nobles are essential to the existence of the empire?"

Angron looked at the Upper Nest nobles in the huge pit, and gazed at the emperor's statue not far away, saying with a mocking tone...

The empire is terrible, absolutely terrible.

If inefficient administration and extreme policies of keeping the people ignorant are necessary... then the corruption at the local level is a stain that the empire can never erase.

The relationship between many worlds and empires is not so much one of superior and subordinate, but rather one of virtually no binding force—as long as a tithing tax is paid, the local planetary governor can do whatever he wants.

Those planetary governors and nobles colluded with the planetary defense forces, some even bringing in the garrisoned navy, and acted recklessly in what amounted to their entire worlds.

Imperial laws were practically nonexistent for these local tyrants, and even if the High Lords Council of Terra knew about this, they chose to turn a blind eye and indulge them in order to gain the support of these powerful figures, coupled with the Empire's weak legal system.

It's fair to say that 90% of the nobles and planetary governors in the million worlds within the Empire are bastards who deserve to be dragged out and shot...

Ninety-nine percent of them perfectly fit the descriptions of "degenerate" and "heretic" used by those state pastors and inquisition members.

But what happened to them? Nothing, unless they caused some serious unrest...

For example, if the lower classes are truly driven to the brink of chaos, it could lead to a demonic invasion...

Otherwise, these governors and nobles would likely have acted so recklessly that they would no longer be able to perform life-extending surgeries.

The jokes about the Ministry of Justice and the Empire's efficiency are timeless: a bullied veteran appeals to the Ministry of Justice, only to be shot dead by a local nobleman before he even leaves his house...

His appeal finally received a response approximately six hundred years later, and after another two hundred years of transmission, it reached its destination.

The verdict was that the veteran was guilty of defaming and slandering the empire, but the person to be executed was this old soldier's distant relative.

This is why there are always rebellions within the Empire; don't blame everything on the Xenomorphs and Chaos.

In reality, the vast majority of rebellions were troubles caused by these planetary governors and their nobles themselves.

The empire's extreme inefficiency was not solely due to technological limitations...

To a greater extent, it's the problem of redundant officials and bureaucracy that no human social system can escape!

Often, it's the soldiers who can't survive and the inhabitants of the low-lying nests who start a rebellion... If it succeeds with an extremely low probability, it often invites a siege by the Astronautical Army...

If the Astronauts fail, it means these guys have gotten involved with the Xenomorphs or Chaos. And if the Inquisition can't handle it even with their intervention, the Empire will have the opportunity to send the nearby Astartes Chapters to deal with them.

As for the major mess that even Astartes couldn't handle, well... then let's just issue an extermination order...

The empire is a decaying corpse, just like the emperor on the throne, in a state between decay and death.

If this vast empire continues like this, its demise is only a matter of time... and before it falls, it will surely bring the Four Gods inexhaustible joy and faith.

Angron knew perfectly well that he had no right to mock the Emperor.

He also bears a great deal of responsibility for the empire's current state of decay...

Although his assistance to Horus during the Great Rebellion was largely negative.

But he was still that damned traitor.

After removing the Butcher's Nail and finally being able to think things through calmly, Angron did regret some of his past actions and realized that he might have truly been a coward who passively accepted his fate and wielded his sword against the weak.

The emperor's sacrifice has given this enemy nation, which should have perished ten thousand years ago, a long new life...

The Imperials, though living a miserable life, were at least "alive"... making them the only piece of chocolate covered in excrement in this latrine.

Empires are indeed built on sacrifices, and emperors sacrifice themselves, so top-down sacrifices are not uncommon—so in that case, should Angron go back to helping the emperor?

"Go to hell." Angron gave the Emperor's statue the middle finger and sneered...

Angron will never again be enslaved by the Emperor, no matter how many reasons you bring up.

He knew he had let down his former warhounds, and the offspring he had turned into world-devourers—

If given the chance, Anglong would try his best to make amends to them and would not hesitate to abandon his dignity to apologize to them, even if it was too late.

However, the Emperor was not among all those he apologized to—even after Angron was freed from the Butcher's Nail, he harbored only deep resentment towards the Emperor.

In fact, Angron had tried to understand the Emperor or fight for humanity. He complained more than once that the Emperor was willing to drink, eat, and wrestle with Porrus, and help Mortarion deal with his alien foster father who was about to kill him, but was unwilling to help him send his brothers and sisters onto the ship as well.

Complaining itself is full of expectations and desires. Anglong is not a complete madman—as Bai Wujie said, he is just a submissive person.

All of this came to light when he learned that the emperor had not only failed to help him...

Instead, they made peace with the slave owners of Nukelia and even incorporated them into the Five Hundred Worlds under Guilliman's control before being completely wiped out.

No matter how many reasons the emperor had, how many sacrifices he made, or how great he was, to Angron he was just a bastard.

The newly born Angron cast himself to a special "evil god"... and that evil god did not make any demands on Angron, but only gave him the seed of power, and then let him choose.

Angron, who had been enslaved his entire life, chose "freedom" this time.

What is freedom? Anglong's understanding is that he completely disregards all those so-called unavoidable circumstances and righteous causes. Damn it, all Anglong wants this time is to live life to the fullest!

Whether it was because the painful part of his soul had been cut off, Angron's personality became extremely self-centered. Or perhaps, this is what is called "freedom".

Having gotten used to speaking with a foul mouth that made him feel good, Angron no longer resembled the divine Primarch of an Emperor; he was more like a street thug you could find anywhere.

But he didn't care, because he just wanted to fucking curse that golden bastard!

He was fed up with talking like a theatrical actor... even if he were insane, he had to use those fancy words and write hymns to Khorne!

I've had enough of all that red tape!

Similarly, what he wants to do is also a pursuit of freedom and happiness!

He walked to the pit without saying a word, but a group of people gathered around him, some of whom were being hunted as animals by the nobles of the Nest City.

They looked fearfully at Angron, then at their "masters" in the pit, holding torches but too timid to approach.

"If you don't dare to make a move, then get out of here right now," Angron said without any politeness.

“Look at these people who oppress you. You could easily kill them with a flick of your wrist, but you don’t even have the guts to do that.”

Angron's words provoked the hunted animals. A thin girl snatched the torch and screamed as she threw herself into the pit.

Immediately afterwards, flames ignited the grease, and the intense heat agonized the nobles within. Their screams, wails, and cries of agony echoed throughout the empty hall.

What did Angron do? He picked up a cigarette, lit it with the flames from the writhing, groaning bodies, and took a deep breath.

call……

This is the taste, this is so satisfying.

A happy smile appeared on Angron's face, because what he was doing was the freedom he had once pursued.

During his rebellion in Nukelia, Angron never considered the bigger picture.

He burned down the city that had caused him to lose his brother for defying others, and he killed all those who refused to resist the high knights!

Although the Butcher's Nail had an impact at that time, it is undeniable that Angron himself was someone who hated such "unspoken rules".

Acting without regard for consequences might sound a lot like Lemanrus, right? But no, because Angron at this moment refuses to yield to any authority or goal; he only wants to do what he believes is right!

"That bastard's right, doing what you think is right, that's what freedom is all about!"

Anglong tossed his cigar into the flame and closed his eyes in blissful enjoyment...

Although his mortal body was cumbersome, he could clearly feel the pleasure of hormone secretion—this was a very normal pleasure, and had nothing to do with Slaanesh.

Don't associate anything related to happiness with Slaanesh's corruption; Slaanesh is neither all-powerful nor idle.

In most cases, unless he actively seeks pleasure... normal human pleasure is simply not enough to tempt Slaanesh to erode him.

Is Angron's happiness normal? He doesn't know, and he doesn't care—he knows perfectly well that his soul would never give Slaanesh any chance.

As for his "subordinates," Anglong surveyed them. Some wore twisted expressions of pleasure, some were deep in thought, some were afraid, and some were expressionless with murderous intent.

Hmm, what if one of one's subordinates is corrupted by chaos?

Anglong thought for a moment, then gave up thinking about it.

What else is there to consider? If someone goes too far and makes him unhappy, just kill them!

Damn it, why think so much!

"Alright, that damn bastard's been roasted to a crisp. But that's not enough. I'm going to make plenty of the guys who annoy me wish they were dead!"

Only after the flames died down did Angron look at the rescued civilians and speak.

If Coz were here, he might consider things like justice, punishment, deterrence, or some other nonsense.

But Angron certainly wouldn't care, since Koz himself had essentially wasted his time...

Moreover, Angron wasn't as sentimental or artistic as his bat brother; he only had one simple thought and goal in mind right now.

The simpler and more direct it was, the happier Angron felt. And the more he did so, the smoother the "magnetic field rotation" power in his body became, and the increase in horsepower was incredibly fast!

"Sir, what exactly do you want to do?" a pale and thin woman asked timidly in a low voice.

“Good question? I plan to go straight to Upper Nest,” Angron said with a sneer.

"Kill all the nobles and their families, then hang the planetary governor and take control of the planetary defense forces—if you can't control them, kill them all. Keep the obedient ones alive and distribute all the nobles' wealth to them. Anyone who dares to cause trouble, kill them all without exception!"

Yes, Angron's plan was that simple, which could be summarized in six words: charge in, kill the whole family, just like he used to command the World Eaters!

Even though most of these Zhongchao people were illiterate and had never read a book, they could still sense that the adult in front of them was unreliable.

They looked at each other, hesitant and afraid to move forward.

Angron didn't care. He had given up on all the trivial things like uniting forces or giving speeches to win over allies.

Even if he knew that the "good deeds" he did would eventually be twisted by the ugliness of human nature, he would not feel angry or any other unnecessary emotions.

It was as if he knew perfectly well that what he was doing wouldn't end well... because even if his rebellion succeeded, the Imperial Navy would probably come soon, kill them, and then there would be Astartes or something else.

Even if everything passes, the planet might descend into chaos afterward.

But Angron didn't care at all; all he wanted to do was the simplest and happiest thing—kill those who made him unhappy, and that would make him happy!

Ignoring the consequences and the so-called big picture, Anglong completely chose a passive attitude towards life.

Consequences? The bigger picture? I don't care! I, Angron, will never give my actions any fancy excuses or embellishments. I do this purely because I want to, nothing more!

The surging magnetic field within his body gave Anglong a sense of confidence and joy. Perhaps because of this, coupled with the rebound after being enslaved for a long time, he had basically given up thinking altogether.

Angron was extremely happy at the moment, and he even began to regret why he hadn't had the guts to ram the Emperor's flagship back then.

Since I've already come to see death as a relief, and there's no worse outcome for me, I should go crazy to my heart's content!

Amidst the rising black smoke, the madman Angron laughed maniacally as he left... while the withered imperial statue slowly cracked under the rising flames.