I'm a magnetic field madman

Amidst a horrific roar, he was shattered by a single punch from Loka and sent flying to the other side of the planet Macurag. Loka, like a mischievous child, followed him all the way, kicking him away again just before he was about to land!

With his immense power, he forced Guilliman back towards the direction of Hel Fortress.

Right where he was standing, Luo Jia kicked him in the knee!

Seeing Guilliman kneeling before him, this arrogant, despicable boy whom Loka hated... the model son that their hypocritical father always talked about, Loka felt incredibly happy.

He closed his eyes, feeling the winds of victory.

He opened his arms as if to embrace everything in the world. He felt victory and the thrill of revenge, just like in the Battle of Cos!

No, it's even happier and more wonderful than that, it's so damn exciting it makes you want to raise a flag!

He opened his eyes, looked at Guilliman in front of him, and chuckled softly in a deep voice...

"Come on, Guilliman, I'm waiting for you to beg for mercy. If you please me, I might just take you into the arms of the Four Gods."

"Spare your mother, I'll fuck your ass!!" Guilliman roared.

"Hehehe, what a tough guy, but what will you do next?"

Loka laughed gleefully, reached out, and grabbed Mortalian's severed arm...

He snatched the syringe from Mortalian's hand, casually crushed his brother's arm, and waved the syringe at Guilliman...

"This is a gift carefully prepared by Mortalian, a gift from my grandfather Nurgle. Accept it with joy, and then witness his glory."

"You can never corrupt me!"

"Then it will kill you."

Loka pressed the dirty tube into the green syringe. Carefully keeping it away from himself, he bent down and injected the needle into Guilliman's neck, where Vogrim had left a scar, before letting out a satisfied sigh.

Instantly, Guilliman began to gasp for breath, his expression agitated, his veins darkening, and his eyes turning bloodshot, as a filthy tide surged through his veins.

The toxins erupted from the progenitor's mouth like boiling gas.

When they come into contact with the corpses on the ground, they collapse into nauseating clumps.

Their equipment was quickly corroded into unrecognizable remnants, looking as if it had been dug out of a thousand-year-old tomb.

The toxicity of this poison was so potent that even Loka kept his distance to avoid being contaminated by this vile creature known as the Divine Plague.

“Kugas told me this plague is deadly to us all…” Loga chuckled—“I completely believe that, brother, just look what it’s doing to you.”

A burst of laughter echoed from the warp, shared by Kugas and Rotigos. Now let the benevolent father see...

Compared to that useless Mortalian who was unhappy all day long, they were the ones who truly deserved their father's love!

Guilliman's skin was turning black. Many parts of his body were deliquescing, and the loss of flesh caused the Primarch's head to gradually reveal its white, gleaming bones before it completely decayed.

The agonizing torment, the double torture of body and soul, caused Guilliman immense pain.

But he still gritted his teeth and stared at Luo Jia with eyes burning with hatred!

But at this moment, Luo Jia felt only immense joy and ecstasy. He placed one foot on Guilliman's chest, gazed at the sky, and grinned...

"Do you remember that day, Guilliman? Our hypocritical father forced me and my warband to kneel, just because we built a city that praised him! Hah, he denies he's a god? But he fucking is a god! His hypocrisy disgusts me!!"

For the Word Bearers, the Empire’s biggest joke is the existence of the state religion… but that’s not a joke they can laugh out loud.

The existence of the state religion left Loka with mixed feelings, because sometimes she would wonder... if he persisted for a longer period of time, would he become the most successful Primarch?

If he had gritted his teeth and continued working for the Emperor, he might have become the most loyal and praised Primarch.

"Logar...you're nothing but a wild dog chasing power!" Guilliman roared angrily, his cells constantly regenerating under the torment of the divine plague...

"You just need a god to satisfy your lowly desire for faith... Without a god to make you kneel, you will feel uneasy and lost!"

"Coward...you're just a fucking coward!"

"Shut up!!"

Loka screamed as he kicked Guilliman, shattering his teeth. He stomped on his brother's face, which he hated, and roared with a contorted expression...

"I no longer worship that false sun! I am chosen by the four gods, I am the eternal chosen one! Even the unfinished god has bestowed favor upon me!!"

puff! !

A Star God Phase Sword silently stabbed from the side, but Luo Jia easily grabbed his wrist. In doing so, Luo Jia also ripped off Fu Gen's entire arm!

Amidst the spilled blood, Luo Jia ignored the imposter lying on the ground beside him and instead looked up at the colorful sky!

The endless dark clouds that shrouded Macurag were tinged with many colors... but Loka knew that it was the powerful beings of the warp working together to suppress his father.

As for that unfinished god? He didn't care about Logar at all. He gave Logar this broken dream body purely because of the feedback from Mortalian's Primarchic nature, and because he wanted to have some fun!

In reality, which of the four Chaos Gods didn't see Loka as a clown, a source of amusement?

Luo Jia had always understood that, although the Emperor might not allow Luo Jia to worship him, he was still a rebellious son of the Emperor.

But to the Four Gods, he was merely a toy to amuse them.

Loka had always regarded it as a grand divinity, but beneath this grand divinity, Loka did not feel safe, but rather a strong sense of unease, as if he could be replaced at any moment.

He even regretted it, because even under the Emperor's command, he felt far more at ease than under Chaos' command.

But now... things are different! I am different now that I possess this power!

Loja's eyes were fierce. He would replace Horus, and he would build his own empire in the physical universe! Then, he would use the faith of those humans to ascend to godhood in the warp!

I no longer need to worship other idols to gain a sense of security; I myself am a god!!

Thinking of this, Loka suddenly lost the will to continue torturing Guilliman.

He ordered Colfalen above the orbit to take action—and then, in the next instant.

The flagship Trinity Prayer of the Word Bearers, which was stationary in the orbit of Macragge, launched a Cyclone torpedo downwards without hesitation!

Guilliman watched as a twinkling star fell from the night sky, and then, realizing what it was, his eyes widened.

"Just watch closely, Guilliman." Loka sneered in a low voice, watching Guilliman's contorted face...

"Your Makula will burn, destroy, and disintegrate before you! Everything you value will turn to ashes."

"And you will be the last to die, and you will die a miserable death after suffering all kinds of pain!"

101. Angron and Loga

When the endless darkness of the warp echoes the torrent of time... the future is a picture within easy reach for those who control the warp.

But as nails were driven into that dark and relentless period, the future became uncertain.

The disrupted dynamics can no longer be observed in the future; the only result we can obtain is a deduction based on the foundation and character.

Because fate cannot bind those who have escaped its grasp.

They shattered their natal stars; they transcended the limits of fate.

And perhaps their personalities can still be guided to a turning point in their fate, but—

No one can control their fate anymore.

Damn it, absolutely not!!

You might be able to deduce their future from their personalities... but no one can control their fate, and they never met again!

As the meteor carrying the whirlwind fish was about to crash into Macurag, burning the entire world to ashes—

A bright red shooting star suddenly streaked across the sky.

Amidst burning flames, unparalleled speed and power, the formidable meteor streaked across the sky, instantly colliding with the destructive arrow!

"Damn it, get back here!"

Without hesitation, Angron, who had grabbed the Cyclone Fish, roared and single-handedly changed the direction of the planet-destroying weapon, launching it into the sky like a missile!

With the unparalleled magnetic force amplifying it, this whirlwind torpedo unleashed an unimaginable speed...

And the Abyss-class battleship Trinity Prayer, which had just issued the launch order in orbit... was undoubtedly in the direction that the Cyclone torpedo was aimed directly at.

"What--"

Colfaren's eyes widened. He didn't even have time to utter a few more words before the whirlwind torpedo was already in front of him!

In fact, for the Trinity Prayer, whose Void Shield was intact... a single Cyclone Torpedo was simply not enough to break through the Void Shield and attack the warship itself.

However, the magnetic field force attached to the tip of the torpedo was like a sharp arrow, forcefully carving a hole in the void shield!

Has anyone ever used a weapon like the Cyclone Torpedo, a weapon of mass destruction, to attack a warship?

Colfaren didn't know, because the destructive power of weapons like the Cyclone Torpedo was mostly developed for exterminating species in the atmosphere, and its power in space was obviously far less than that in the atmosphere.

But even if it's weakened, the damage an extinction weapon can cause to a warship is still far beyond what's possible...

The instant the Cyclone torpedo struck the Trinity Prayer, terrifying nuclear flames and primal plasma instantly engulfed the entire warship!

The extreme heat, exceeding the temperature of stars, instantly melted and even vaporized the solid adamantite and the metallic matter blessed by chaos... and the passengers within, without a doubt, perished completely!

Fortunately, these people don't have to worry about pain, because there is no pain in things that happen in an instant.

Colfalen, Loka's adoptive father, ranked second among the most notorious scoundrels in the entire galaxy, died suddenly after leaving behind a single "What?" as his last words...

Loka stared wide-eyed at the firework that exploded in the sky... a destructive wave that could be clearly seen even on the surface of Macurag.

Wait, what happened?!

"Luo Jia, your father is dead."

With a struggle, Guilliman turned his head and sneered, using his last bit of strength to give the disgusting bastard the middle finger and hurl insults... The enraged Loga roared and continued to torture Guilliman with his painful power!

But it's clear that his "revenge" can't continue.

Accompanied by a burst of intense light, the crimson meteor streaked across the sky and plummeted downwards.

As the blood flames erupted from the crashing ground, Angron, wielding a black sword, stood silently before Logar!

Lojia's eyes narrowed slightly. He moved his foot away from Guilliman, looked at the tall Angron, and then chuckled...

“Angron...it’s been a long time, brother.”

Corfallen's death surprised Loka, but he did not feel sad—because for them, physical death was merely the beginning of a new life.

“Indeed, it’s been a long time since we last met,” Anglong said casually.

"From the day you offered me to Khorne? Or the day of Istvan III? I don't remember exactly, brother."

Calga, who had barely managed to crawl out from under the rubble, was completely bewildered by the situation, as he could no longer comprehend it!

A total of five Primarchs appeared today. The good news is that one of them is Guilliman. The bad news is that the other four are all traitorous Primarchs, and all of them have a grudge against Guilliman!

“You seem to resent me, Angron.”

Loka walked up to Angron, opened his arms and embraced his brother, saying from the bottom of his heart...

"But I truly consider you a brother."

"I raised you to the level of Khorne so that you could live. Brother, we have a common goal. You have hatred to vent, and I have a goal to achieve."

“I know.” Angron paused for a moment, then said in a low voice…

Perhaps this is a case of like attracts like. Angron is the tragic clown in the Primarch... and Logar is no different; he's the kind of person who's disliked wherever he goes.

So it makes perfect sense for these two to come together.

Loka was indeed Angron's good brother, regardless of whether his action of turning Angron into a demon was right or wrong... Loka was the only brother who was willing to accompany Angron back to Nukelia.

They witnessed firsthand what the slave owners of Nukelia said after Angron and the Emperor left. They called Angron the Oathbreaker, erected humiliating and degrading sculptures of him in every corner of the planet, and passed down slanderous and insulting stories to warn all slave gladiators against rebellion.

The Emperor fulfilled his promise; he did not hold the slave-owning class of Nukelia accountable at all.

He generously included this world in the 500 Worlds, entrusting Guilliman and the Ultramarines with their protection, and even more generously allowed these slave owners to arbitrarily insult a Primarch.

Ah, no, that's not an insult.

That's the truth, isn't Angron a traitor?

This insult lasted for ten thousand years. Even those who knew the story of Angron and the Emperor went so far as to fabricate one rumor-like story after another to try to whitewash the Emperor and portray Angron as a "good father" and Angron as "ungrateful."

Angron accomplished what he should have done years ago.

He slaughtered everyone in Nukelia, men, women, and children, leaving no one alive, not even infants in swaddling clothes!

Whether it was the high-ranking slave owners or the slaves themselves, the maddened Angron spared no one.

It's as if they're trying to cover up their shameful past by killing them all.