I'm a magnetic field madman

"Where are you going, Your Excellency? Weren't you going to recruit me as your bodyguard?"

54. The Death of Victor

"Where are you going, Your Majesty?"

A terrifying sound rang out behind him. Victor didn't have time to turn around, nor could he... The owner of the voice had already launched a fierce attack on his Destroyer Platform.

"550,000 horsepower of power - Sea Tiger Explosive Fist!"

The terrifying, concentrated burst of magnetic force instantly shattered the already crumbling Shadow Field, causing the ancient relic, which was powerful enough to withstand a salvo from a warship, to shatter and reveal Victor's pale face, which was protected by layers of shadow!

However, the overlord of Youdu was no pushover either; the instant he was attacked, he immediately activated the hidden spears on the Destroyer's platform...

The weapon with its malevolent dark light is an energy weapon originally designed for use on cruisers. Although its power has been reduced after being miniaturized, it is still a force to be reckoned with!

Bai Qianshuang also knew that he didn't intend to foolishly take the hit of the anti-ship attack head-on—after being taught a lesson, he had realized that there was definitely no shortage of things in this universe that could kill him.

So the instant she broke the Shadow Force, Bai Qian Shuang activated her ultimate battle step and arrived above Victor's throne, dodging the deadly dark spear, and then grabbed Victor's neck!

"You lowly monkey, let go of me!"

Victor screamed in fury, his troops right before him...

But now he's been approached by a barbarian he looks down upon.

He brandished his Netherworld Scepter, the pain-inducing device on it amplifying the suffering of the person before him a thousandfold... while at the same time, the obsidian sphere on the throne was also trying to pull at the other's soul!

But none of this could stop Bai Qianshuang's revenge!

The pain was unbearable, and the tug at his soul made him feel dizzy, but before that, he had already grabbed Victor.

The overlord of Youdu, the leader of the Dark Spirit Clan, and the king of a major power in the universe, was thus held in his palm!

Hey, this leader of a faction who's supposed to be on par with the Emperor in terms of his role isn't all that great, is he?

Look at that emaciated body, the corpse-like skin, the horrifying face. His so-called power and cruelty vanished the moment I approached him.

What great power, what world-shaking wisdom—it's all just impure and meaningless stuff!

"Hahaha, go back to Slaanesh's arms and regret messing with me!"

Bai Qian Shuang laughed wildly, and then, amidst Victor's shriek, she ripped his head off!

Not a single drop of blood flowed from those dried-up blood vessels; it was as if Bai Qian Shuang had ripped off a head made of rubber!

Meanwhile, in order to prevent this guy from being resurrected, Bai Qianshuang used her magnetic field power to decompose all the remaining parts of his body!

quack!

Overlord of Youdu, King of the Black Heart, Ruler of Comoros, Protector of the Dark Eldar, Living Muse...

Asrubair Victor, at this very moment, lies buried here!

Standing atop the Destroyer's Platform, Bai Qianshuang reveled in the joy of slaughtering her enemies amidst wild laughter.

In the distance, the approaching Shadow Nexus also seemed shocked by the fact that their overlord had been killed!

But it doesn't matter anymore. Bai Qianshuang killed Victor once... Although he doesn't know if the Overlord of Youdu has prepared a backup plan for resurrection, he can't care about that now.

boom!!

Another towering ethereal fortress has fallen from the sky above the Comoros...

Meanwhile, more and more unborn beings are taking advantage of this dense, spreading subspace energy to project their physical forms onto this dark city!

Will Comoros collapse today? Nobody knows, and Bai Qianshuang has no interest in knowing.

But he did have a backup plan for himself—to go find Evelynn.

This "Regent Princess" and her friends must have found a way to escape Comoros and correctly position themselves on the internet...

Previously, Bai Qianshuang didn't want to act with a group of cunning and xenophobic pointed-eared people, but now, she can't care about that anymore.

"Huh? What is this?"

Just as Bai Qianshuang was about to go directly to Evelynn, she suddenly discovered that something was hidden inside the Destroyer Platform.

With a violent rip, Bai Qianshuang tore off the shackles covering her body and pulled out a magnificent golden staff with a curious expression.

This is a golden staff, about three meters long. The staff is wrapped in dark red cloth, and the top of the staff is shaped like an arrow, with two joined edges like sharp blades.

Bai Qianxue wondered what this thing was. It might be some kind of spiritual artifact from the Spirit Race, but in any case, he couldn't understand or use such a thing.

but……

He swung the staff, channeling magnetic energy into it, and slammed it down onto the Destroyer's platform!

The powerful magnetic field instantly shattered Victor's throne in two...

The terrifying destructive force caused the remains of the throne to fall like a meteorite beneath the Comoros!

Bai Qianxue smiled as she looked at the staff in her hand, which showed no deformation or change whatsoever. She infused it with all her magnetic field power, and it still maintained its perfect form—

Hmm, not bad, it's perfectly fine to use it as a weapon to hit people.

Seemingly finally realizing what was happening, a group of Conspiracy Clan warriors riding Hellwalker gliders flew out from the Shadow Nexus. Bai Qian Shuang glanced at them, but instead of wasting time killing them, she flew directly towards the Unbound City of Comoros.

We need to leave this cosmic disco as soon as possible.

A standard Terran time before—the Unbound City Serpent Palace

Before the disasters began to erupt in droves, a person had already silently made his way to the palace of the venomous and scheming governor.

This is Mrs. Males' private residence, the deepest part of the Poison Tongue Conspiracy Group's heavily guarded headquarters... but for some reason, the group's headquarters is almost deserted at this moment.

The man reached the outside of the palace, passed through the open walls and defenses without hindrance, and quickly entered the dark, towering castle.

The dim candlelight illuminated the appearance of the newcomer, and it was almost unbelievable that he was actually the dead Guo Zhen!

No, that's not the case.

Because when he entered this place, all the "disguise" he had attached to his body had been removed, and the appearance revealed after tearing off all the psionic disguises was not a white scar at all!

He wore ancient Dark Angels power armor, a white hood, and carried a magnificent greatsword on his back, tightly bound by chains within its sheath.

He gripped two different ancient artifacts tightly in his hands: a plasma pistol and a bomb pistol.

However, judging from the engraved patterns and the unusual construction of these weapons, they are two extremely precious and exquisitely crafted weapons, and may very well be relics of technology!

Looking across the entire galaxy, there is only one person with such distinctive physical characteristics—

Master of Fallen, Lord Cypher...

A character shrouded in mystery from the moment he appeared, an object that the Dark Angels Order desperately wanted to eliminate.

He always appears out of nowhere on many battlefields of the Empire... sometimes helping the Empire, sometimes attacking it.

No one knows Cypher's purpose, no one understands Cypher's thoughts, but one thing is certain—this mysterious figure who appears and disappears so elusively seems to be able to appear anywhere without any problem.

So it makes perfect sense that Cypher appeared in Comoros.

He stealthily crept into Males's Serpent Palace, as if he had expected it all along...

They passed through the palace of the venomous conspirators, which was now completely undefended, without any hindrance.

This palace, built from pure white spiritual bones and black bloodstone that seemed to be alive, was both magnificent and terrifying... because it was filled with strange mirrors, and the reflections in the mirrors were all distorted faces of those who came.

Looking directly at your reflection in those mirrors can create the illusion that your soul is trapped within them. Intense pain and confusion can cause your soul to stagnate, and then it may be taken over by things you cannot observe.

But Cypher seemed to know the secrets and disguises of the palace.

He easily bypassed all the obstacles and passed through the Hall of Soul Mirrors...

They also passed through the palace guarded by snake-men whose bodies had been altered and appeared terrifying and twisted.

He soon arrived at his destination.

Before him stood a towering staircase leading to the inner palace of Males' final core. Cypher carefully stepped onto the staircase, making sure with each step that his next move would be correct.

This was the shortcut Marles had prepared for herself, but also the trap she had set. No one but her knew the correct way, and if an uninvited guest took the wrong path, the countless deadly traps here would send the intruder to their doom.

Or worse, like being suddenly thrown into the subspace by a spinning grenade that explodes.

Even Cypher had to move with extreme caution here. It took him quite a while to climb the mere thirteen steps. When he pushed open the door, a miniature net door twisted and teleported him to his destination.

Maris's Treasure Room

The place was still filled with countless mirrors, and at the end of the long, mirror-lined corridor stood a huge golden cage, inside which were all of Males' treasured possessions.

But this time was different; Cypher kept adjusting his angle so that he wouldn't be reflected in the mirrors.

According to the intelligence he had received, once these mirrors detected an incorrect visitor, they would release a shadow field to control the visitor and then release some unfriendly guards.

Cypher took an extremely long time to circle around a third of the path. The deafening explosions and tremors outside were already deafening, and he knew he was running out of time.

However, he had already seen the goal of this trip.

Without hesitation, he immediately pulled out his plasma pistol, aimed at the mirrors blocking his way, and released a cluster of scorching ions with the same temperature as a star the moment he pulled the trigger, instantly damaging and melting the mirrors!

However, the trap was still triggered. Marles's ear-piercing laughter instantly filled the entire corridor. Cypher immediately displayed amazing speed as he rushed to the cage, violently tore open the barrier, and entered!

He ignored the precious metals and useless gems... he didn't even see the strange and mysterious Eldar artifacts that were full of traps, and he even ignored some of the lost Primarch relics. Instead, he grabbed a plain-looking black box!

After finding it, Cypher carefully placed it inside his armor as if it were a treasure.

When he turned around, one after another, twisted monsters jumped out from the mirrors that had been dissolved by the ion clusters.

These monsters look like elongated and twisted Eldar... but their clown-like smiles and long, protruding claws at the tips of their fingers are quite striking.

At the same time, he exudes an aura that can drive people insane...

They bombarded the victims' brains with their mysterious, mocking laughter that filled their minds!

Accompanied by Males's clown-like, maniacal laughter, this thing called "Giggle Abomination"...

Cypher was silently surrounded by artificial demon hosts made up of Eldar slaves and Slaanesh demons.

Cypher remained silent, only continuing the fight.

He has faced many more dangerous battlefields, and to protect the precious human heritage he has taken from Mares, he will fearlessly kill these aliens.

About twenty minutes later

Covered in blood and gunpowder, and limping, Cypher emerged from the Serpent Palace, appearing to be severely injured.

His condition is very poor, and time is running out for Cypher.

He looked up at the city fragments falling like meteors and crashing onto Comoros, then limped toward his destination.

Then--

Two dark angels blocked Cypher's path.

"When did you begin to suspect me?"

Cypher made no other disguise, because he knew that when a member of the Dark Angels Chapter stood before him, any disguise was quite unnecessary.

These fanatical and obsessive people would rather kill an entire world than let a single fallen angel go free.

“From the moment you killed and replaced Guo Zhen and returned,” Osnier said in a deep voice.

"In order to gain our trust, you even allowed those aliens to operate on your brain—even their special abilities couldn't see your empty mind, but I still felt something for you."

It's quite fantastical in itself, but it's just a simple feeling, an intuition of a dark angel, that made Osnir constantly pay attention to this strange white scar.

Perhaps this is an instinct; as a dark angel, one has an inexplicable and strong intuition when facing fallen angels.

He initially thought it might be a Tzeentch demon, a shapeshifter or something... but he never imagined he would encounter such a "big fish".

Cypher, the Lord of the Fallen Angels, is someone the entire Dark Angels Chapter, from Grand Master Azrael down to every brother in the inner circle, wants to capture!

Osnir didn't know why, but his duty as a dark angel was enough to motivate him to act.

“I didn’t kill him,” Cipher said calmly.

“That white scar wasn’t a lie I made up either; everything he said was true… I just reached some cooperation agreements with the people behind him.”

"Traitors always find common ground!"

The interrogating priest Balthus gripped his priestly staff tightly, staring fanatically at the fallen angel lord before him and growling, completely unlike his former calm self!

"For the honor of the First Legion, and for the Primarch, you traitor! Repent!"

"The same old tune again? The same old words, it's been going on for ten thousand years. Is it really that important to be so obsessed with hiding your little secrets?"

Cipher sighed, seemingly unfazed. Even though he was severely injured and in dire straits, he remained composed...