I'm a magnetic field madman

……

For Guilliman, his last memory is of a fierce battle where the Primarch and a corrupt brother fought each other, two godlike forces clashing, and vicious curses and mockery echoing throughout the air.

His last sensations were an excruciating pain beyond his limits, the corrosive and spreading effects of toxins.

There's not much to recount about the past; for Guilliman, it was the price of a reckless advance, and also what he saw as a kind of relief.

The Son of Vengeance is not afraid of death; what he fears more is seeing a tragic and depraved future.

He was afraid to see a void where everything he and his brothers had fought for had vanished, where ideals had been extinguished and hope was dead.

But he did not die; he remained forever in the moment before death. His soul and body were bound to this instant, neither alive nor dead, lingering in a state of chaos.

Just like his father on the golden throne, only without having to suffer the torment of that throne.

He was the emperor's thirteenth son, and he was special, even if he himself did not think so.

But it was indeed the emperor's most satisfying work, and also the emperor's backup plan for the worst-case scenario.

Now, it's time to launch this plan.

The next second, Guilliman found himself standing in a completely unfamiliar place, inside an inconspicuous little church.

He sat below, and in front of him sat an old man carrying a lantern. His features were blurry, but Guilliman recognized him at first glance.

"Macado?"

"Just consider me as him," the old man said wearily, putting down his lantern.

“Guilliman, humanity needs you, the Empire needs you, you cannot rest…”

“Why not?” Guilliman retorted, his tone tinged with obvious impatience and sorrow…

“Father—is this you speaking to me now? Perhaps I should call the person I met in Alteramar my father… To you, we are nothing more than tools for you to complete the Great Crusade.”

"You've deceived us with lies. Imperial Truth is nothing but a joke! Do you see us as children unable to bear the truth? Or are we merely tools that don't need to know whether it's true or not?"

“I never deny my mistakes, nor do I deny your opinion, Guilliman. Perhaps that’s who I am in your eyes, and I’ve done things like that.”

The old man, or rather, the emperor, spoke calmly, facing Guilliman, one of his most prized tools, and also his son, the emperor acknowledging everything...

If an ordinary person is like a piece of paper with two sides, then an emperor is like a cube with countless polarized surfaces.

No one could say what kind of person the Emperor truly was. The Custodians couldn't, the Primarch couldn't, Orpheus, the immortal who had risen with him from humble beginnings among humanity, couldn't, and even his most trusted advisor, Macardo, couldn't.

An emperor does not have a fixed personality; he only reveals the most necessary personality when it is necessary.

Each layer of his facade reveals his true self, and is also a necessary part of him. Perhaps ruthless, perhaps a scoundrel, perhaps great, perhaps insignificant...

As an emperor, one cannot have weaknesses; any human error could become a fatal blow from the warp demons—so this is the only way for an emperor.

Even so, everything has ended up like this... Even such an emperor was still exploited by the evil god for his character flaws.

So the Emperor acknowledged everything Guilliman said; he did indeed use his children as tools, but he also treated them as children.

When grand ambitions and personal feelings intertwine, this helpless result arises: loving everyone is equivalent to loving no one.

"Then what other sacrifices do you want me to make? Isn't that enough?!"

"not enough!!"

The old man stood up, and suddenly endless light burst forth from behind him. The sun was dazzling yet cold, magnificent yet devoid of any warmth.

"Guilliman, humanity should live, and must live. We will all perish; we have no choice. From the moment we are born, we have no freedom."

"You too, Guilliman. If you don't wake up, you will lose even your last bit of freedom, ending up like your lost brothers."

"Is it either to accept your enslavement or to accept the enslavement of evil?"

Guilliman chuckled self-deprecatingly, slowly stood up, his face incredibly resolute…

"Then let's go!!"

Countless golden rays of light poured into Guilliman's body, but what he felt was not psionic energy, but a power and knowledge that he could not describe or understand!

Twisting power, splitting thoughts, turning the soul.

Even though his body was still in pain and broken, he could use this power to maintain his movements and then create this move—

"Aliens, you deserve to die!"

Mortarian roared as he watched helplessly as his honor was stolen by two aliens!

His brother died at the hands of the alien, not at his hands!

The Lord of Death was filled with boundless rage, and the surviving Ultra Warriors were in excruciating pain.

However, Lilith and Evelynn retreated immediately after their attack, disappearing into the mist without hesitation, leaving behind only a single sentence.

"Big boy, it's time for you to wake up."

Mortarian was startled. He saw a pale, lifeless body rising from the throne, a pitiful sight, devoid of any vitality, like a dead person.

But he has indeed been resurrected. Motalian's brother, the Emperor's thirteenth son, the Son of Vengeance, Robert Guilliman, has awakened!

The resurgence of the Thirteen Primarchs was like a powerful punch thrown into the heart of the Void. As the waves spread outward, their momentum grew increasingly ferocious, eventually transforming into a raging tsunami. The light of rebirth instantly dispelled the countless plagues created by Mortarion!

Moreover, Guilliman was surging with a power familiar to Mortalian, a power that he feared, scorned, and envied.

"The magnetic field generates 700,000 horsepower!!"

Guilliman roared, his eyes and mouth gleaming with golden light, using a power that was not his own to employ techniques from the Emperor, techniques he had obtained from those uninvited guests!

Driven by instinct, Guilliman practically roared out his deepest secret to propel this incredible force—

By shouting out the strongest secret in your heart, you unleash the power of the magnetic field, and unleash your most powerful move!

"Leon, Saint-Gilles, go and prove it to our brother!!"

"The Second Empire!"

In an instant, the three Primarchs attacked simultaneously, unleashing a fatal blow on Mortarion, aiming to completely annihilate him!

99. The Mogi fight, and Loga takes the lead.

Quack!!

In an instant, two figures that he knew all too well appeared before Mortarian!

One in green and one in gold, they charged towards Mortarion hand in hand... and these two were the brothers that the Lord of Death knew all too well!

Lion King Leon Johnson, and Archangel Saint Gilles!!

Incomparably powerful and imposing, it instantly made Mortarian feel that they were even more formidable and powerful than the two people had been in life! Their aura was even more oppressive!!

How could Mortarion possibly withstand this? How could he possibly withstand it?

In an instant, the heavy fists of the two Primarchs of War slammed into Mortalian's body...

His decaying and degenerate body was blasted with two huge holes almost instantly, causing horrific trauma!

Not only that, the two war gods launched a combined attack and defense, with one grabbing one of Mortalian's arms and beating him mercilessly!

How could this be?

In his horror, Mortarian kept asking himself, "Could it really be that my two brothers have returned?"

Could it really be Leon and Saint Gilles?

No, that's impossible! It's all an illusion, a hoax created by Guilliman using his mystical powers!

"Quack, get out of my way!"

Mortarion roared, summoning the power of his benevolent father to engulf the illusion! But no matter how much he stirred up the power of the warp, the "illusion" simply wouldn't dissipate!

Moreover, their relentless blows caused Mortarian to experience pain and helplessness once again after ten thousand years!

This immediately reminded him of his time in Barbatos, facing his invincible alien foster father!

Then, a deafening sound rang in Mortalian's ears...

"Motalian!"

“Father?” Mortarian’s voice trembled, like a little boy caught committing a minor but unforgivable crime, instantly losing all resistance in the face of this voice.

"That's impossible! Shouldn't you have died long ago?!"

Whether Mortarian believes it or not is irrelevant, because Guilliman's Second Empire will surely bring him endless surprises!

"Extreme Explosive Fist!"

Taking advantage of Mortalian's distraction, Guilliman punched him in the chest! And this punch was much stronger than Calgar's!

The angel tore off his left arm, the Lion King severed his right leg, and Guilliman blew out his heart!

With such severe damage, how could even the Primarch of Demons withstand it?

With a combination of offense and defense, and a frenzied attack, the once invincible Primarch was beaten back and forth like a pathetic punching bag!

Only at this moment did Mortarion remember the divine plague he had prepared!

He took out the syringe, intending to inject the poison into Guilliman's body... but he couldn't. His arm, along with the syringe, was sent flying by a punch from the Lion King!

Is the power of magnetic fields really that terrifying and that strong?

Or was this entirely the result of the Emperor intervening to help Guilliman?

Mortarian could not provide an answer, and as for Karga, who had been beaten to his knees, he looked up at his awakened and furious father, looking up at him, speechless for a long time.

Was this a dream? But it must have been an absolutely beautiful dream! His father had returned, the emperor's son, the hope of the empire had returned!

As for the Second Empire—I didn't hear a word about it, Calga didn't hear a single word about it!

The half-dead Fugan barely opened one eye and, watching Guilliman brutally beating Mortalian, managed a weak smile.

He did it; he took the first step toward atonement.

Mortalian's body had become extremely unstable, and Guilliman's Second Reich's frenzied beatings had thinned the warp energy that constituted this demonic Primarch.

But would anyone help him? Of course not, in the Father's garden there were only those great impure beings who gloated and mocked this incongruous Primarch!

Now, for Mortarion, there was only one person he could turn to for help—

"Quack, Luo Jia, help me!"

……

"Aren't we going up to help?"

Lilith twirled the Blood Sword of Kane in her hand, feeling the magnetic field within her body dissipate the poisonous Primal Blood that clung to it, and smiled with delight and rapture at Evelynn beside her…

"Go up there? Are we going to get beaten up by that big boy?"

Evelyn glanced sideways at the woman who had almost killed her, and said in a deep voice...

"Or do you think we are his match?"

Lilith shrugged. Of course not. She was certainly not arrogant enough to think she was a Primarch's opponent.

"They really are blessed with good fortune."

Lilith watched as Guilliman, who had summoned two war gods, relentlessly beat Mortalian, and said with a tone of both jealousy and感慨...

"To possess such magnetic power in just a moment... are they perfect in every way?"

“Compared to ordinary people, yes,” Evelyn said calmly.

"The emperors of mankind made a pact with the Supreme Being to create them. They are less like mortals than subspace concepts manifested in the physical universe, or even... demigods."

"How ridiculous that humans consider Primarchs to be their perfect embodiment. They are nothing but a group of warp life forms in human form; the human skin to them is merely a vessel and a mask."

The closer Evelynn gets to the power of Death, the more she can discern the true meaning of the soul. And in her eyes, the Primarch's "soul" is undoubtedly vast and bizarre.

They can indeed be called gods; their essence is a kind of conceptual entity within the supreme heaven.

They were far more powerful than other souls, so they truly were a group of "demigods".

"However, even so, that boy's magnetic field power doesn't entirely come from himself." Evelyn closed her iron fan, a hint of amusement mixed with malice in her voice...

“Besides, his health isn’t very good. I didn’t have time to use the Rose of Isaac on him just now… Of course, if his ‘father’s’ power can keep him alive, it might be okay, but if…”

"He seems to have won."

“To defeat one doesn’t necessarily mean to defeat the second.” Evelyn gazed at the sky tinged with the colors of the subspace and murmured softly…

"But in any case, unless it's the most critical moment, we'll choose to wait and see."