I'm a magnetic field madman

Then he said that while he was being arrested, he found a way to send a signal to his comrades to determine the coordinates of the network, and that his comrades would come to pick him up and help him leave the place the next day.

Although he did not say that his companion was Chagatai Khan, his words seemed to be giving these people who had only heard of the Primarch legends a hint that they would have the opportunity to meet a missing loyal Primarch tomorrow.

Is this self-proclaimed claim some kind of impeccable argument?

Or is it a lie that's so easily exposed?

No, neither.

This statement sounds like a truth; it has many points where you could find problems and ask questions, yet it fails to point out any definitive logical flaws.

The key point is that you can't verify whether it's false or not. He said things would change... but it's neither true nor false, just a prediction.

The Butcher's Nail destroyed Guo Zhen's brain and mind, and also made it impossible for everyone to obtain the secret truth from him. Even Bai Qianxue could not discern the true meaning in Guo Zhen's mind.

This frustrating fact became the final link in the chain that allowed this claim to be fulfilled.

As Astartes, they instinctively felt wary and resistant to such things.

But Bai Qianshuang didn't care at all.

As he said, anything is better than change, which is better than stagnation and decay.

If nothing is worse than rotting in this dark city, then change must be a good thing.

So Bai Qianshuang is just that carefree and doesn't want to think too much.

This stems from his confidence in the power of magnetic fields, and perhaps even more so from the fact that his personality and thoughts are not as burdened as those of the other unfortunate souls in this toilet world.

Magnetic field eccentrics have never liked to think about too many complicated problems.

"Living in this universe, they have become accustomed to unchanging routines in order to maintain a vast empire."

A deep voice came from the side; it was Ether Anshi, who had already recovered from his injuries. He sat in the corner, knees curled up, gazing at the sliver of light shining through the cell window, and said with a heavy, weary expression…

“Friend, you are not one of them, so we have no right to laugh at their plight… Perhaps for them, maintaining the status quo, keeping the entire massive system from collapsing, and simply letting it slowly rot away is already the best-case scenario.”

Yes, maintaining the status quo is probably the best outcome for the human empire right now.

Is change a bad thing? No, it has both advantages and disadvantages. When a regime and a rule come to an end, change can often bring new vitality to it.

But the end of something beautiful can also turn into hell due to a change.

Change itself is neither good nor bad, but for the current human empire, they cannot withstand any "change".

Maintaining dominion over a million planets, countless worlds of vast enemy nations, and the people living on them...

All of these factors caused the empire, this behemoth, to suffer from various ailments at all times.

It's like a giant on the verge of decay. Although it is still huge and powerful, the decay and disease all over its body are slowly taking its life away.

An empire is not going to end; an empire is going to eventually end.

An overly inefficient political system and an excessively large territory.

Dominating the galaxy also means being challenged by every other race in the galaxy in turn...

Nothing makes a better target for others than a dying overlord.

No one has been able to lead the Empire to a complete transformation. The Emperor has remained silent for millennia, and all Primarchs have vanished...

The human empire, this massive vehicle, has been speeding downhill for far too long.

The Emperor once hoped to deceive his people with a lie called Imperial Truth, to buy time to build the Internet and then bring humanity back to the Golden Age.

He wanted to hand over power to ordinary people because he had witnessed the Golden Age and believed that it was a better time.

But was what he did really the right thing? Could the emperor's lofty aspirations truly be realized?

The prosperity of humanity during the Golden Age was due to the relative peace of the Warp... due to the corruption of the Eldar, and due to the powerful Iron Men who would help them.

If we place humanity from that time in today's terrible universe, would they be able to rise again?

Moreover, the so-called "Golden Age" is only in terms of humanity... In reality, that era is truly called the "Dark Age of Technology"...

Humanity in that era was not a unified whole at all...

In essence, considering the ancient technologies of various planets and the haphazard modifications to genes...

At that time, humans probably didn't have a very open and friendly attitude towards aliens...

Mortal rule over empires is not a foreseeable happy ending; the collapse of the Dark Ages is a case in point, even if it's just from the Horus Rebellion to the later War of the Beasts...

The insect high lords of the human empire and those foolish nobles have proven the depths of humanity's depravity more than once.

Of course, human political systems should not be underestimated because of a small group of mentally challenged individuals.

There once was an exceptionally powerful mortal high lord who single-handedly ruled the empire for eighty years, guiding the decaying empire towards a better future—

Then, the man named Vangorich went completely insane.

After killing all the high lords, he ruled the empire single-handedly for eighty years as the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court, bringing about numerous reforms... In the end, he was driven mad by the empire's countless political affairs and bureaucracy.

But at least he made the empire better. However, the damage caused by his negative example—that religious madman named Van Diehl—was utterly indescribable.

Perhaps it is because of this dark history that the high lords who ruled the empire were afraid of reform and change.

Even knowing that maintaining the status quo would eventually lead to the empire's demise—at least he's still alive now, isn't he?

Even in the context of a spiraling history, decay should be destroyed, and from destruction, new, vibrant existence should be born, thus continuing the cycle described above.

"I really like this saying: When a country goes downhill, someone always has to step on the gas."

Bai Qianshuang looked at the Astartes and said lazily...

"But I'm really not qualified to judge you. Your problems are too numerous and too complex, so numerous that I not only don't have the right, but I'm also too lazy to think about them—"

"You might need the help of a Primarch, or even your Emperor himself... But if that were to happen, what would your Highlords do? Are you sure those insectoids who have held power for so long would truly obey a Primarch, or even the Emperor?"

No, of course not. Having seen the "plot," Bai Qianshuang knew perfectly well what choices and outrageous actions those high-ranking lords' insects would make.

Even after Guilliman awoke, half the Empire had been dragged into its dark side by the erupting Eye of Fear…

Even when faced with the Thirteenth Prince, who had come to save the world, those high-ranking lords still chose to distrust him.

Aside from the Assassins' Court and a few Highlords who chose to side with the Primarch...

Other insectoids, such as the High Lord of the Ministry of Justice, even attempted to stage a military coup in Terra to force Guilliman to submit to them, strip him of all power, and make him obediently become a harmless idol.

Therefore, don't assume that these high lords were great or powerful rulers simply because they were constantly exhausted and worked to death.

They keep the empire from completely collapsing... but that's all they can do. It's become second nature for political factions to fight each other for their own interests...

In the end, it could be said that dragging each other down was the norm that all the high lords at that table tacitly agreed upon.

Of course, you can't say that these high lords weren't wholeheartedly devoted to the empire... it's just that everyone believed they were the empire's savior...

Naturally, they would label all other actors who disagreed with them as traitors, much like Horus, and then launch a frenzied attack...

Well, that's just how it is with any political system; once it starts implementing democracy, its efficiency will plummet.

Although the imperial system has absolutely nothing to do with democracy... when a group of minds get together for a meeting, inefficiency is inevitable.

Moreover, regardless of the circumstances, resisting change is already an ingrained mindset in these people's hearts.

Admittedly, perhaps a major change would indeed lead to some Bluebird's downfall... but Tzeentch never represents unrestrained deterioration.

The essence of change is a process of going from good to bad and then from bad to good, from division to unity and then back to division. These High Lords probably felt that there was no better situation in the entire universe than the current Empire.

However, everyone has something to say, and they can blame everything on the Four Gods. While that's not entirely wrong, these huge, rotting insects are something that even someone like Bai Qianshuang, a magnetic field expert, would find daunting.

"You only know how to criticize others. If you were in charge of the empire, what would you do?"

Crom curled his lip, though he also loathed the High Lords and those idiots of the Inquisition...

Even so, being attacked by someone who wasn't even an Imperial citizen was still unpleasant.

"I can't control that," Bai Qianshuang shrugged.

"I'm not cut out to be a ruler. I'm the kind of person who, if I can't brake downhill, I'll slam on the gas. Either we all get wrecked, or we all die!"

The Bai family is not good at ruling; otherwise, they wouldn't have turned the entire land into a wasteland in just five thousand years.

However, in reality, most magnetic field experts are probably not good at ruling, let alone dealing with such a huge mess as an empire...

If you put these lunatics here, the only thing they'll do is kill—to others, and to themselves.

They only need to think about the simplest things; that's the typical mindset of those who are into magnetic fields.

And these Astartes should also have such simple thinking, but...

They can fire explosives into the heart of the empire's enemy without hesitation, and they can sacrifice themselves to defeat humanity's greatest foe...

However, these superheroes, after experiencing enough battles, will always be confused about whether they are truly saving the empire, or merely pawns played with by those in power, sacrificed interests...

Or perhaps it was just a futile attempt to hold back a rotting corpse from falling into the abyss.

The saying "thought breeds heresy" might be true in this universe. Because once people start thinking, faced with this hopeless universe and their own race, they either rebel or give up.

Ultimately, all the conversations here are meaningless...

They all knew they were simply making preparations for tomorrow's battle.

But in the nights before that, they would pass the time with imperial political discourse that would never be mentioned in the outside universe.

Even Anshi was like this; he stroked his repaired double-edged sword and pondered the future of his race.

After understanding the irrationality of the universe and learning its ancient, true history from humans and the Eldar, we finally understood its true nature.

Anshi also felt utterly hopeless about the future of his race.

But Anshi did not intend for his people to understand all this.

Perhaps the history of humanity and the Eldar has already taught the cruelest lesson in human history: that what you believe in will ultimately betray you. But to make people understand this too early would only drag them into an abyss of despair.

The Tau race should open their eyes to the universe, but not now.

They may one day inevitably have to face this cold and crazy universe... but before that, they should be fully prepared.

Anthropology decided that if he could return to their home planet T'au, his first priority would be to carry out religious reforms.

Abolish the people's fanatical worship of the etheric class, then lift the caste-based policy against intermarriage, and then...

And then what could he do? An Shi chuckled self-deprecatingly. He wasn't even sure if he could escape, let alone bring about such a massive change. And even if he could, would he live to see the results?

An Shi quietly closed his eyes. After all the sounds had faded into darkness, a cunning glint suddenly flashed in Guo Zhen's eyes.

40. Kayan and Ahriman

The Night of Revelation begins with celebrations throughout the Comoros.

Although this dark city is associated with suffering, the joy of joining in the fun seems to apply to any race.

Many noble Dark Eldar have entered the most loyal Cain's Arena in Comoros. Every Dark Eldar gathered here is a noble Trueborn.

They were happy, laughing like they weren't a bunch of damned, sweaty goblins.

They surged into the First Arena, which was incredibly sacred to the Witch Spirit Cult, gathering there amidst a cacophony of laughter.

And the audience doesn't seem to be limited to the Dark Eldar.

From the gunships and various flying vehicles that streak across the sky, you can see many figures that are not of the Dark Eldar.

Some of them were snake people, a race that served as bodyguards and servants, while others were truly "guests" from other races.

This, in another sense, proves the "enlightened" racial policy of the Dark Eldar; they can even cooperate with a group of Chaos cultists...

However, no matter what, unwelcome people should not be allowed to sneak into such an occasion.

For example, a group of people who are both Chaos believers and psionicists.

The tattered black robe concealed the dark blue power armor beneath...

A person who used psionic magic to disguise his tall figure looked up at the gunboats flying across the sky, his gaze lost in thought.

He seemed to be waiting, or perhaps searching, seeking someone who might not even exist here...

However, no, the calamity that waved its black feathered wings was not here.

He felt melancholy and empty. Perhaps he had long since grown accustomed to the time without her by his side, but returning to Comoros still stirred up some emotions that shouldn't have been there.

Are you thinking about your alien lover again?

A deep voice sounded from the side, accompanied by a similarly tall figure... but he merely used psionic energy to alter his appearance in the eyes of others, directly exposing his power armor.

But his helmet was very distinctive, with its horned crown outlining Prospero hieroglyphs representing forbidden knowledge.