I'm a magnetic field madman

"Besides, traitor? You can call me that if you want, but calling him that... seems a bit inappropriate."

Before Cypher could finish speaking, Osnil suddenly turned around abruptly as if hesitating!

Psionic magic was brewing in his hands, and flashes of lightning burst from his eyes... but before him, a white lightning bolt suddenly descended!

He did nothing; the descending white lightning simply stared at Osnir and Balthus.

Before the silent Serpent Palace, only the sound of the pure white, anti-gravity motorcycle, covered with Eldar skulls, spewing heat from its engine pipes could be heard.

"Traitor? Are you talking about me, Ryan's little brats?"

55. White lightning, blood-red shark

"You, you are..."

Osniel felt as if he were stuttering, unable to utter a single word. Even the fanatical Balthus felt an immense psychological pressure and fear in the presence of this opponent.

It's a program etched into your bones, existing in your genes and even your soul.

Even though they are not of the same genetic lineage, their suppressive power is still undeniable.

"Lane's bad habits really have been passed down to his sons."

The newcomer's long, sharp, phoenix-shaped eyes, like those of a hawk, stared at the two dark spirits. He sneered and rudely insulted the two original forms of the dark angels...

"Backroom politics, the obsession with such trivial matters makes any sense of righteousness appear ugly. Do we really need to hide our pursuit of traitors? Absolutely pure loyalty? Heh heh."

Without a word, the two dark angels, feeling insulted despite having their father insulted, could only lower their heads and clench their fists—not because they didn't want to do something, but because of the intimidation and presence of the other party, they simply dared not.

Moreover, they could hardly believe they were seeing a living mythological figure...

"When an empire crudely divides things into simple right and wrong, endless wars and rebellions become the inevitable result."

He stopped his motorcycle and got off, his tall figure enveloped in the scarred platinum-gold eagle armor. An ancient longsword hung at his waist, and his whole body reeked of blood and gunpowder, like a plunderer who had traveled from the battlefield at the end of time.

He walked up to Cypher, but he did not lay a hand on the fallen angel.

Cypher then took out the black box he had retrieved from the Serpent's Palace from his pocket.

It was perfectly preserved, but it was still something that left people completely baffled as to how to use it.

The newcomer took the box from Cypher's hand, stared at it for a moment, and said in a deep voice...

"You did a great job, but this can't be used directly yet."

"Why? You promised me you would come to Caliban with me..."

Cipher seemed somewhat anxious, even excited, as he spoke, but the newcomer shook his head and said calmly…

"Change has already happened, the wheel of fate has gone mad. But no matter what, Ryan must be the second to awaken; he must be after Guilliman. This is the rule he set, and it's also his insurance."

"This rotten and stinking empire is more suited to a politician who can do anything but fight than a lion who is obsessed with becoming a warlord."

He paused, then continued in a teasing tone...

"Also, we need to make sure that the STC of this panacea hasn't been tampered with by these bean sprouts... But if it's intact, then I think Guilliman won't have any excuse to slack off anymore."

"Anyway, with this thing around, he could work non-stop for a thousand years and still not have any health problems."

Cipher seemed to be persuaded, and sighed deeply beneath his hood, but there was nothing he could do.

Not far away, the warriors of the Poison Tongue Conspiracy were already rushing towards them in their airships... It seems that news of the theft from the Serpent Palace had quickly reached Males.

Although Comoros was in utter chaos at this point, Marles had no intention of giving up her precious possessions.

"You don't need me to worry about you, do you?"

The newcomer looked at Cypher, who nodded. Even in dire straits, the elusive Lord of the Fallen Angels still had a way to escape.

Without hesitation, the newcomer immediately grabbed the two somewhat dumbfounded Dark Angels and tossed them onto his motorcycle, then revved the engine hard...

It flew into the sky at an exaggerated G-force that even Astartes couldn't withstand!

Although he really wanted to rush into the netherworld right now and race back to the physical universe, he still had things to do.

Blood Shark King, Emperor of the Central Plains, Heavenly Martial Killing Star, World Conqueror...

These are all the identities and statuses that were once described as the domineering gods of my destiny.

Some fates I don't care about, but I can't escape.

Others call me "Kou Zhong," a person whose life is filled with missions and troubles.

So that I can live in this world without being an ant...

In order to gain the dignity that my brothers and I had never had as orphans in that war-torn world, I constantly strived to become stronger.

I have a master who made me powerful, but also plunged the world into chaos. I also have a brother who is as close to me as a sibling, but with a completely different personality. Furthermore, I have an adopted sister who is like a mother to me, and also like the person I love.

I got everything I wanted: unparalleled power to dominate the martial arts world, and invincible divine might to defeat all armies single-handedly.

But my life has remained closely intertwined with failure.

Even if I receive my master's true teachings, I cannot escape the fate of being defeated by a powerful enemy.

When I realized that my fate was once again out of my control, that familiar feeling of helplessness led me to make a wrong decision.

Trusting the power of the Heavenly Martial Killing Path, I killed my sworn sister, who was like a mother to me, to gain astonishing power, even enough to rival my master.

I once again took control of my destiny. After all my formidable enemies, including my master, left this world, I became the most powerful person.

So, I conquered the world, but made far too many wrong choices.

I broke with my brother, I slaughtered those who made me unhappy... and all these choices ultimately led to my brother turning against me.

The first time, I lost. He bypassed me and took all my power.

I chose to live in anonymity, relinquish my power, and try to be an ordinary person, to return to being the Kou Zhong I once was.

I almost succeeded—I found a woman who loved me, though I might not have loved her, and we had a son…and when he inherited my talent, I told him everything about me.

But what happened after that?

Fate is a damn damn thing. It won't let me go, causing my son to die at the hands of my brother... and I can no longer find any excuse not to wake up.

Let all grudges and karmic entanglements end in this final battle!

I don't remember the outcome of that battle; I only remember waking up in another world.

Many memories have appeared in my mind, and the source of this body is my master.

Those experiences or memories I once had may not belong to me. Perhaps I am just a war god manifested by him... or perhaps I was really brought into this world by him.

It doesn't matter, it's irrelevant, because once I've escaped the destiny of being a supreme god, I will no longer believe in fate.

Even if some prophecies come true, I still convince myself that they are just coincidences, things that can be figured out with wisdom and time.

Even if those self-proclaimed gods constantly show me the future, I won't care. I won't deliberately do the opposite just because I don't believe.

Forget about fate, destiny, and destiny! I, Kou Zhong, Blood Shark, will only do what I tell myself is right!

If fate demands that I rule or endure, I will simply laugh and crush them. Because I will only do what I believe brings me the greatest joy!

"kill!"

Blood Shark roared, and the Heavenly Martial Blood Shark Dao in his hand had already unleashed a powerful force of over 600,000 horsepower!

This is incredible, because less than two months have passed since this body was created, and it has gained 600,000 power from nothing. Even Oga couldn't do that.

But Blood Shark did it, not only because he was the primordial spirit and mind of a powerful being, but also because—

Those two fragments of the Star God that Lacas had embedded in his body!

Kalugra the Silent One and Niadra Zaza the Burning One, two transcendental celestial beings shattered into pieces by the Necromancer of the cosmos and imprisoned within the Hyperdimensional Cube Labyrinth!

Of course, these are just two fragments, not the true forms of those cosmic gods.

Even so, embedding a fragment of the Star God into one's body is undoubtedly a suicidal act—because even a fragment contains a vast amount of consciousness and energy that a mortal body cannot withstand!

Blood Shark is like that; even amidst the blood-pumping battles, he can still see the boundless illusions brought to him by the Star God fragments.

The boundless fantasies and the vague memories before it was torn apart countless years ago, the consciousness, thoughts and arrogance that once belonged to the Star God... their roars and temptations are constantly trying to control the Blood Shark's soul.

But he didn't care; he still had Lacas perform the surgery on him. Because he needed immense power, he needed to regain control of his destiny as quickly as possible!

With this incredibly crazy approach, Blood Shark succeeded—his magnetic field power, centered on two Star God fragments, was propelled to over 600,000 horsepower in an extremely short time!

And thanks to the incredible cosmic law control capabilities of these two Star God fragments, Blood Shark's power has become even stronger!

It accelerates the process of entropy increase, causes life to wither, disrupts the stability of gravity, and alters the laws of nature.

It sounds incredibly powerful—but that's a power that only a fully-formed Star God can perfectly wield…

The power inherent in these Star God fragments merely allows Blood Shark to more easily wield his own power.

After all, the rotation of the magnetic field itself can accomplish all of the above.

Having staked his own soul and paid the price, gaining such power in a very short time by infusing two fragments of the Star God—Blood Shark was still not satisfied, utterly not satisfied!!

He could still hear the endless whispers of those evil gods, still rambling on about some bullshit destiny.

But as Blood Shark said, he doesn't care. He will only do what he thinks makes him happiest, and he will only do things that make him happy!

Now, he needs power, because power brings him joy! And the greater the joy, the greater the power he needs!

“SuinDaellae!”

Derazar had almost completely transformed into an avatar of Kane, an unprecedentedly powerful avatar of Kane, wildly wielding the two saw blades in his hands to slash at the enemy in front of him!

His size had grown larger than the entire arena, like an incredibly conspicuous fire giant! And his eternally furious, howling face was completely visible to everyone in Comoros.

That was no longer at the level of a fragment of Kane; the aura and soul-stirring power emanating from that enormous Kane was very close to that of the real "Kane".

In an instant, countless Witchcraft cults and Dark Eldar who worshipped Cain rushed over in a frenzy.

"Kayla Mansa Kane!!"

They chanted Bloodhand's name with fervor, breaking through numerous obstacles to reach this place like fanatical pilgrims!

This is not only because they have a fanatical faith, but also because—they have long been in despair.

Those who know the Dark Eldar will lament and despise this race's incurable depravity and indulgence, but this race has never been associated with joy.

They were scum who had fallen into madness in utter despair... but what desperate people crave most is that wisp of spider silk hanging down.

They are not the Eldar who abandoned the gods of the Pantheon during the Great Fall... To be honest, the Dark Eldar today are probably much better than many of the ancient Eldar of the past.

They craved only one hope, a hope that could save them.

When the mad pilgrims arrived at the ruins of the arena, they saw the collapse of the enormous blood god!

56. Slaanesh, the God of Death

"Everene, snap out of it! We have to get out of here right now!!"

The Thousand Faces snapped Evelynn out of her daze, pointing to a ship docked outside the airport in the distance, and said in a deep voice...

"I……"

Evelyn's expression was still somewhat numb... Perhaps all that had happened was still too much of a shock for Evelyn... After all, she had never imagined that her originally empty life would be filled in this way.

"You are Death's chosen one, you are the future hope of our people, you cannot waver!"

Qianmian noticed Evelynn's confusion and helplessness, and chose to speak in a reprimanding manner...

"Everene, look at them! They are the companions you once abandoned! But now, for you, they are willing to sacrifice everything!!"

Evelynn then realized that the people who had helped her escape the Cain Arena weren't just those brought by Thousand Faces, but also some of Evelynn's own "acquaintances"...

She was once a crew member during the pirate era, one of those who trusted her but were ultimately abandoned by her.

But as Thousand Faces said, these compatriots and companions harbored no resentment whatsoever; they looked at Evelynn with only deep dependence and adoration.

This made Evelynn feel even more uneasy.

She looked at her hands, and Evelyn could feel the souls of the dead.

It's quite interesting that she became Death's chosen one, but she possessed abilities similar to Slaanesh's.

Any Eldar who dies beside Evelynn will no longer be destined for the Dark Prince, but for Evelynn herself—or rather, for Jena, the Death God who releases his power and strength through her body.

The Grim Reaper who should have only existed in the legends of the Elven race... has now truly stepped out of the fairy tale and become an unawakened god.

"We don't have much time left."