I'm a magnetic field madman

Then he faced an encirclement and suppression by the navy.

After all, Sintira is the most important capital world in the Calicith Sector, and Angron's rebellion here is tantamount to slapping the Empire in the face.

But that was never a problem. Although the Planetary Defense Force had no usable space force at all, Angron still managed to destroy a naval force stationed there.

Don't ask too many details; Angron himself is too lazy to think about tactics and such.

In short, just board the enemy's flagship, go on a rampage, take control of their ships, and continue to fight to sustain the war effort!

The naval forces stationed locally don't really have much loyalty or backbone.

There really are heroic figures who would not hesitate to ram their own warships into the Vengeful Spirit for the sake of the Emperor...

They would not choose to stay on such a corrupt hive planet for garrison duty, nor would they collude with the local governor and nobles.

In any case, Angron showed no mercy when slaughtering them. After killing a considerable number, he gained a crippled navy.

After this incident, he earned himself more than three and a half years of peace.

The empire's low political efficiency meant that some distant rebellions would take an extremely long time to be responded to...

Unfortunately, the distress signal sent by the naval star speakers before their surrender was not noticed by the nearby Astartes Chapters due to the subspace storm.

Angron successfully ruled an industrial world within the Empire… conquering a world in the same way he had previously failed to do.

But what should be done after that?

Well, that's a complex problem that Angron has never touched upon or even considered.

How do you rule a world?

Such a grand question, of course, would not be something that Angron, who was once a slave gladiator, would think about...

When he was struck with the Butcher's Nail and followed his gladiator brothers to conquer cities and slaughter, he had even less time and ability to think about these issues.

As the Primarch, he might not have been good at this kind of thing, and even if he had such talent, it would have been worn away long ago by the torment of the Butcher's Nail.

After being forcibly brought back by his ruthless father, Anglong chose to completely give up.

His method of conquering planets consisted of only one word: killing. And not the kind of killing to scare others, but killing, killing, killing!

After all, if he eliminates all the people who raise the questions, then no more questions will bother him.

But things are different now. When Angron has torn apart all the oppressors and rebels, and when he faces a hive city with a population of tens of billions, past experience is completely ineffective.

He had actually considered simply leaving, since he had slaughtered those nobles and soldiers purely for his own pleasure.

If he truly wanted freedom, he should have left now. He could have followed his heart, continued wandering the galaxy, killed whatever he disliked, and lived his own life.

But he ultimately chose to stay.

Perhaps it's because of the original memories of this body, or perhaps it's because Angron is just a damn nagging and weak person!

Seeing the people of Midnest filled with hope because of the death of their oppressors… but when Angron looked into their eyes, he was reminded of his brothers and sisters on Nukelia.

If they had succeeded that time...

If Angron really overthrows all the high-ranking knights, will his brothers and sisters look at him with the same eyes?

Angron softened his heart; perhaps being in a mortal body gave him the weaknesses of a mortal as well.

He went from being the ruthless Lord of the Red Sands to a damn nagging bastard!

So he stayed and began to use his own methods to help those suffering people.

He spent a month conquering Sibellus, another nesting city in the world of Sintila...

However, he did not massacre all the nobles and bureaucrats, but instead tried to tolerate the existence of some of them.

Because Angron knew he was good at killing, but knew nothing about governing. And the people of Zhongchao, who were completely illiterate, were even less capable of the art of ruling.

He forced himself to tolerate it, to let those who had once ruled Sintira rule this place, to improve this corrupt imperial world according to his ideas.

Tolerance may be the first step a ruler should take, and that's exactly what Angron did.

And then, over the next three years, Cintira did indeed get better.

The quality of life for the people of Zhongchao, one of the two nest cities, has improved significantly...

At least the vast majority of the groaning population on this planet have obtained basic food and human rights.

Of course, things are not as simple as they seem.

In the past three years, Angron has killed countless nobles and officials who have relapsed into their old ways. Every day, he is like a ghost wandering over Sintira, searching everywhere for those who dare to violate the rules he has set and covet what does not belong to them.

He's becoming more and more like Coz, except that the people of Sintira aren't as hopeless as Nostrlam, and Angron is also trying to do other things.

It's impossible to feed the bloated population of this city by simply killing corrupt officials.

Angron was forced to dismantle most of the redundant military production lines in the two heavy industrial cities of Ambulon and Gunmetal City...

These factories, which were originally intended to offset the eleventh tax and the comprador agreements signed with the Mechanics, were all converted to produce equipment for civil engineering projects.

And because Sintira is a nest city, it simply does not have the capacity to function as an agricultural world.

Angron was forced to sail the stolen ships to the nearby agricultural world of Regulus, where he purged the local upper class in the same way, and then proceeded to establish a brutal trade link between the two cities.

Using this method, Anglong completed the circulation of goods in an extremely brutal way, ensuring the construction of basic livelihoods and allowing those who were willing to work to live on basic food and clothing.

In fact, if Sintira were not a hive city but a relatively normal and backward world, Angron's rule would not have been so troublesome.

But it is precisely because it is a nest city, a cog in the vast machine of the empire, that ruling it is so troublesome.

But what will be the cost?

The price he paid was that he tore up the agreement he had signed with the Mechanicus, and also angered several major powers in the Calesis Sector—

The Sestel Alliance, which governs the agricultural world; the Inquisition of Lord Kaidin and the power of the state church; the Ministry of Justice; the Colin family, which controls noble affairs; and so on...

Most importantly, he didn't pay taxes—defying tithes is tantamount to submitting a letter of rebellion to the Terra government, successfully plunging himself into an even bigger vortex of trouble.

But Angron did not regret it.

He felt that he was going against his conscience to do something that made him unhappy...

He believes that by wasting his time focusing on the meaningless lives of those destined to die young, his own strength will stagnate or even regress.

How can a heart that yearns for freedom soar when bound by mundane affairs and unable to be itself? How can the power of the magnetic field bestow its blessings upon it?

But Anglon was wrong. He saw the faces of those who, through their own efforts, had finally achieved a semblance of a decent life...

When he saw the first glimmer of hope for life appear in their dead eyes, Angron suddenly felt a sense of relief.

He felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and happiness.

He retrieved the black sword that, like himself, had fallen onto this planet...

He mustered his courage and pulled out the demonic sword that carried his past and fragments of his soul.

At that moment, all the unbearable past returned: Angron the Oathbreaker, Angron the Coward, Angron the Slave!!

He neither accepted nor reconciled with any of it. He sealed away the demonic sword and the past, yet carried it on his shoulders and continued his work.

This incomplete sense of relief allowed his magnetic field power to break through all obstacles, reaching a level of 700,000 horsepower...

A power that alone is enough to annihilate everything in the past!

However, after three and a half years, Terra finally sent an army to quell the rebellion.

Failure to pay tithes is an act of rebellion that the government of Terra absolutely cannot tolerate...

They could tolerate governors and nobles engaging in sustainable exploitation of the local world, but they could not tolerate even a penny of elevenths going unpaid.

The main reason why the ruthless King Huron was labeled a traitor was because he refused to pay taxes. In this empire, only paying taxes and death were inevitable.

The navy from the Calithis fleet arrived in Sintira's orbit. The Imperial Navy, mainly composed of the Grail-class battlecruiser Triumphof Saint Drusus, easily tore apart Sintira's rebuilt planetary defenses and began the landing operation.

Angron won, and Angron lost.

He blasted the main warship to pieces, scattering half of the naval force of the anti-rebel army, tearing apart the Inquisitor Lord Kedin who led this massacre, and letting the other half escape into the warp and disappear without a trace.

The order he had painstakingly built was instantly shattered...

The Sintira people, who had finally managed to live a somewhat human life thanks to Angron's efforts, were killed by the navy's gunfire. Cities and buildings were destroyed, and the death toll exceeded one billion!

Angron spent three days alone amidst the ruins. Emerging from those razed rubble, Angron made a bold decision.

He relinquished control of Sintira, allowing the nobles to once again rule the world and pay elevenths of their taxes to the Calithis sector government.

Although he knew it was pointless, and that the navy and the inquisition, having suffered a loss, would never let it go...

The Terran government will not let a planet that has rebelled once be so easily forgotten...

After the punitive army regroups, it will surely massacre the rebels in their capital to wash away their humiliation.

But this will buy him some time, some time to do what he believes is right!

He could not stay here indefinitely to help his people resist the invasion, for the empire's retaliation was destined to be endless.

This time it was just a small naval force, so will the next one be an anti-rebel army led by Astartes?

Or perhaps, it was the judge who brought the extermination order?

His power alone was insufficient to protect everything; a single viral bomb would obliterate everything he was protecting. But once the rebellion began, there was no choice but to stop!

Because the best outcome would only be for Sintira to become a second Krieg, whose people would not even have the right to survive under corrupt power, but would only be able to live as cogs in a machine.

Angron was not good at politics, nor could he understand the complexities of exchanging favors. Therefore, he left his people, but this was by no means a betrayal of those who trusted him, like Nukelia did!

He will still fight, he will still kill! He will do the only thing he knows how to do, and what he is best at!

He was going to fulfill a dream he had fantasized about during the Great Expedition but had never actually put into practice—

He wants to do something with a grand vision, yet also a very small scope.

We conquered Terra and captured the Emperor alive!

Then force him to cede Cintira to you!

82. Incomplete Brothers

Angron knew he couldn't protect his people; no matter how many people he killed, he couldn't make the Empire truly abandon this nest world.

It wasn't because Sintila was so important, but because such examples were never tolerated—no sacrifice was too great, and no betrayal too small to be forgiven; this was the motto of this paranoid empire.

Even with a scale of a million worlds, Angron was simply not at the level to cause this behemoth any pain; he couldn't change anything...

Even if he killed for three hundred years, he might not be able to create enough bloodshed to shake the empire's dominance.

If he were a true magnetic field madman, he would probably just kill indiscriminately at this moment, or go directly to some important places to cause destruction, making the empire unhappy so that he could have his own pleasure.

Angron was not a complete madman after all. After the Butcher's Nail was removed, he might really start to gradually return to his original self.

Ha, I've become such a nagging old woman...

But Angron couldn't find a way out, because his recklessness had pushed things to an irreversible point. For the sake of the Empire's dignity and even more so for its own interests, the high lords would not let go.

He cannot protect this world by himself, even though he has consciously cultivated some seeds with magnetic field power... they still need more time to become stronger.

Anglong racked his brains, and this was the only reliable method he could think of.

Smash Terra and seize the throne from that old sorcerer!

Of course, it's not that Angron wants to take over; he simply wants to kill his way to Terra and then threaten the High Lord to cede Sintira to him for control... If the High Lord doesn't work, then he'll have to go find that sorcerer.

This is also something that Anglong has always wanted to do!

During the Great Expedition, he fantasized more than once about beating up the Emperor, but unfortunately, he was still a slave accustomed to submission and didn't have the guts to fight the Emperor to the death.

But things are different now. Without Butcher's Sting, Angron has become fearless—damn old man, I'm going to rip your shit out this time!!

The idea of ​​a single person storming the Terran palace sounds like nonsense, or rather, it is nonsense.

If he could really do that, wouldn't he be even more awesome than Horus?

That's not the case. Anglong wouldn't compare himself to his unfortunate brother who was drugged and turned into a senile idiot for no reason.

Moreover, entering Terra alone is not the same as attacking Terra.

At least if he were alone or with only one warship, the Solar Navy would not be able to mobilize its entire force.

Mountain formations wouldn't fire at his head either; those stubborn Imperial Fists wouldn't just rush in and start hacking away.

The advantage of an individual lies in their smallness, in their ability to be ignored and disregarded... and this is precisely how Angron confidently broke into Terra.

In fact, it doesn't seem that difficult to infiltrate Terra. Over the past ten thousand years, the number of visitors to Terra has been countless, but it has certainly been bustling with activity.