I'm a magnetic field madman

“Going to Kadia now is not the wisest thing for you… because your brother is being coveted by your other two brothers—if you don’t want him to become another Primarch, you’d better go.”

Tarachin spread his hands and continued.

"Actually, I don't need you to bring anything in exchange. Since you have already brought me such a gift, I don't need to be too calculating. You can take some of my collection with you, but remember to use them in the right way."

"Go help Guilliman?" Anglo's face immediately contorted with disgust, and Fugen agreed without hesitation...

“We’ll go!” Fugen said, glancing at Angron as he quickly urged…

“Angron, I know what you’re planning. Going to Terra to kidnap your father or going to Macragge to kidnap Guilliman will have the same effect, and the latter might even be easier. Once this is over, I will do my best to help you do what you want.”

"That sounds nice, but you just want to make yourself feel better..." Anglong muttered, but he didn't object. Now that the target had been decided, all that was left was to take away the selected "collection".

Tarachin generously released his collection as he had promised, and who else could Angron and his men take with them?

They took away an entire Stormtrooper squad, as well as the Inquisitor named Greyfax. And just as Angron had said before, upon regaining consciousness and realizing who these two were, Greyfax immediately and without hesitation pulled the trigger on their foreheads.

"Heretics! Demons! You have betrayed him, you have betrayed all of humanity!!"

It took Angron considerable effort to capture this unexpected and powerful psionic inquisitor alive...

However, the girl clearly had no intention of appreciating their kindness, and while being held down, she continued to angrily verbally attack the two traitors.

"I told you we shouldn't have let these people go. Are you planning to release the others too?"

Angron slapped Grefax unconscious, then gestured towards the inquisitors and nuns on the other side, whom Tarasin had used to replicate "The Death of Vandir."

"Forget it." Fugen sighed. He knew just how far the empire had taken superstition over the years.

It's all the fault of these rebels, but for now, we still won't let these fanatics interfere with their important work.

The next one to be released was a shield guard company commander from the Imperial Guard...

The moment the golden corn wielding the power halberd left the stasis field, it pointed its gun at Angron—

But he didn't pull the trigger; the current situation and his rationality prevented him from making a foolish decision.

So Angron and Fugen patiently explained what had happened to him again.

The shield guard company commander remained silent for a moment, then put away his weapon and stood coldly in front of the two of them, saying...

“I will go with you, but once we reach Macurag and have fulfilled the Emperor’s mandate, I will still unleash the Emperor’s wrath upon you.”

"Do as you please." Angron shrugged, then continued liberating the other Imperials...

They selected an entire Loyalist Stormtroopers, several Volstoia Firstborn, and several Katachon Jungle Warriors and Imperial Guards that Tarasin had used to recreate the scene of Markarius's death.

The process of liberating them went relatively smoothly, but the Imperial Guards, once freed, immediately turned on their own "comrades."

According to them, this is an internal "successor war" among themselves.

Not knowing what was going on, and too lazy to care, after suppressing all the problems with violence, he began to target the truly troublesome ones.

"traitor!!"

The moment they broke free of their restraints, Lieutenant General Cerantes and his company of Ultramarines did not hesitate to pull the triggers of their explosive rifles at Fugan and Angron.

Amidst the deafening roar of the bombs and the furious howls, these veterans from the Horus Rebellion poured their deepest killing intent and hatred into the rebellious Primarchs before them.

For the first time, Angron didn't say anything, but kept his mouth shut and let the explosives be neutralized and annihilated by his magnetic field power.

Even Fugen bowed his head to endure the attacks.

The roar of the bombs gradually faded, replaced by the sound of chainswords being pulled back. This time, however, Angron could no longer tolerate it.

He casually grabbed the chainsaw sword that was slashing at him, crushed it, then kicked the enraged Ultramariner to the ground, and said calmly...

"Whether you want revenge or whatever, it's up to you, but your Smurf dad is about to be killed by my two depraved brothers. Are you planning to come with us, or stay here and continue being a decoration?"

"Traitor!! Don't even think about deceiving us with the venom you spew from your tongue!!"

Kalanti struggled and roared angrily, while Angron released his foot, giving the space to Fugen, and muttered without turning his head...

"I'll leave this place to you; I have my own troubles back there..."

"Hey... take care of yourself."

Fugen sighed, looking at the Ultramarines who were glaring at him with even greater hatred, and gave a bitter smile...

By abandoning Fugen, Anglon wasn't running away from the problem. On the contrary, he was facing a damn problem.

His gaze, filled with complex emotions, landed on a static field... and inside were rows of Space Marines painted in red and white... their chapter insignia being a scarlet hound...

87. Head to Makula

Warhound, World Eater, a name that Angron was unwilling to mention after gaining his freedom.

Even if it were all over again, Angron would not feel any guilt towards the Emperor.

Because no matter how noble his goals may be, Angron and his personal grudges are two separate matters.

But for the World Eaters, Angron was the one who committed the violence.

In fact...Angron himself understood the heinous crimes he had committed against the warhounds...but at that time, Angron was undoubtedly driven by resentment towards the Emperor to do so.

He saw himself as a rebel and naturally regarded the war dogs who submitted to the emperor as slaves.

This is why he brutally tortured the war dogs to gain a false sense of satisfaction, giving himself the illusion that he was "rebelling" against the emperor.

But at that time, Angron was in a very awkward state. What he longed for was not the submission of the war dogs, but their resistance.

If these warriors, created from his genetic seed, rebel against their genetic father, then Angron would actually be pleased. For they are "rebels," those who dare to raise their swords in the face of injustice in the face of authority!

They accomplished what they had never been able to do before.

Angron was a coward, yet he expected his band to be filled with warriors. But for warriors, the only tribute Angron could offer was death!

He's such a fucking weirdo!

Therefore, the later it went on, the more Angron looked down on the World Eaters.

Because those who dared to resist him had all been killed by him, and the rest, including Kahn, were, to Angron, lowly and shameless kneels.

Yes, Angron still believes that way.

He didn't send those bastards to drive Butcher's Nails; to Angron, their decision to put those things on their heads was less a gesture of appeasement and more a provocation.

But Angron couldn't remember exactly what he was thinking at that time...

All he knew was that by then, the nails had driven him mad and his personality was beginning to crumble.

Completely devoid of rational thought as a human being, they can only become something worse than a wild beast, acting on instinct and uttering nonsensical statements.

But Angron still respected the rebels; he was a completely insane bastard who still respected those who possessed a spirit of rebellion that he himself lacked.

The massacre at Istvan III was because Angron saw the loyalists of the World Eaters who were rebelling against him... and at that time, Angron, whose personality was almost destroyed, thought of his former self.

He was willing to give these warriors, who were eager to die, a death befitting their status.

That was indeed what he was thinking at the time, because he saw those people as a reflection of himself in the past when he longed for death but could not.

So he landed on the István III, turning what should have been a war resolved by a viral bomb into a long, bloody tug-of-war, and severely tricking Horus.

That was a shameful dark history, and looking back now, how can Angron possibly react when facing the loyalists of those former World Eaters?

He'll find out soon enough.

Because in front of Angron was a squad of World Eater warriors who had once been on the Istvan III.

They didn't die there; they were kept by Tara-Sin. Their faces were so twisted, filled with rage and pain, frozen in that moment on the battlefield for ten thousand years.

Angron's gaze was more complex; he even considered running away, but in the end, he still broke their restraints.

The frozen, stagnant standoff was slowly unveiled, and the warriors who had been fighting were awakened in that ancient moment.

When they first saw who was standing in front of them, they all raised their weapons without hesitation.

"Angron!"

Anger, resentment, doubt, and a mix of other emotions drove the warriors to wield their swords against their genetic father!

They roared, their memories still lingering on that inhumane massacre and betrayal!

Their father betrayed humanity's ideals, delivering the cruelest betrayal to them, and now, he stands before them!

This time, however, Angron neither dodged nor avoided them, allowing them to ravage his body.

The power sword pierced his chest, and the chainsaw cut and wounded his flesh... Yet even so, Angron endured it all without uttering a word.

He deserves it.

Angron was kicked to the ground, the smell of burning flesh and blood mingling with the excruciating pain.

When these loyal warriors of the former World Eater surrounded Angron, he finally spoke.

“I won’t apologize to that bacon,” he said in a low voice.

“But I will say sorry to you… You should never have had me, the father of your genes. The suffering you have endured is all because of my resentment.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Angron, who had initiated cell recombination, stood up once more. Facing the loyalists of the World Eater who surrounded him, he spoke in a low voice…

“I don’t know how to make it up to you, but it seems pointless to say it now. I can’t let you take my life, at least not now.”

The enraged World Eaters, seeing Angron in such a state, seemed to regain their composure. After a moment of suffocating silence, one of them stepped forward and said in a low voice…

“Tell us, Father. Why do you stand with that traitor?”

Angron's eyes were somewhat dazed. He seemed to see the centurion named Koraga, the man who had left a knife mark on his neck.

So he gave the same answer as he did ten thousand years ago...

"I do not support Horus; I only oppose the Emperor," he said in a deep voice.

“But I am free, now, completely free… I am no longer tormented by the Butcher’s Nail, nor do I bear the ideals he forced upon me. I am no longer a puppet of chaos, and now…”

"I don't support anyone the hell!!"

He paused for a long time before finally giving a firm answer...

I will only do what I believe is right!

Angron knew his answer was inadequate, especially in front of these warriors who worshipped the emperor and were willing to sacrifice themselves for the great vision of humanity.

But he will never compromise, and he will never back down for anyone or any reason!

He will only do what he believes is right, and Angron has sworn that he will only do so! No one can overturn his mind, no one!!

"Are you planning to wreak havoc on the Empire again and incite a rebellion?" a World Eater growled, his voice, filled with gritted teeth, carrying through the power armor's speakers.

Angron shook his head and said in a deep voice...

"I still want to punch that bastard, but I'm not interested in messing around anymore. In fact, I'm going to help this empire that I hate now."

"And you... I have freed you from the imprisonment of this undead. You are free to choose where you want to go, whether you follow me or leave on your own."

"In that case, we will continue to follow you."

Without hesitation, the World Eaters lowered their blades and stood once again beside Angron.

“Even if you follow me, you may still become traitors in the future,” Angron said in a deep voice.

“I must tell you, I may not oppose the Emperor, I may not hate humanity, but I am absolutely hostile to the Empire!”

In the eyes of the vast majority of them, in the eyes of those who wield power and use it to leech off the blood of countless people for their own benefit, I would only be a damned traitor.

"Then let us follow the traitors and do the right thing," the World Eater company commander said quietly.

“We will see with our own eyes whether you are doing the right thing, Father… and if you disappoint us again, we will not disappoint you either, and we will once again raise the blade of judgment against you!”

This is trust, without a doubt. These World Eaters, who have suffered betrayal, are willing to trust the Gene Father who betrayed them once again.

This touched Anglong, and he sighed softly... He didn't want his sensitive and sentimental emotions to fill his mind, nor did he want his regretful thoughts to devour his soul.

Regret can't change anything; the mistake has already been made, and all he can do is try his best to make amends.

"So, Lord Angron... where do we go next?"

"Go to Macurag," Angron said in a deep voice.

“Guilliman and his Smurfs need our help, and I’m sure he won’t welcome us… but I have to save him before he’s killed by my corrupted brother.”

Angron strode away, but this time his movements were even lighter... because he had undoubtedly removed a part of the knot in his heart.

This allows his magnetic field power to rotate more smoothly.

Meanwhile, Fugen's situation is also going smoothly.