I'm a magnetic field madman

Even Nukelia itself was completely destroyed by them... and that revenge made Angron truly "friends" with Logar.

Perhaps this is a case of scum attracting scum; it's actually the scum who are most likely to get along.

Even knowing that Loga orchestrated the Astartes' downfall and that he was the one who contributed the most to the Great Rebellion.

Angron felt no anger or hatred towards him whatsoever.

Because it's very simple—who cares whether the empire lives or dies! On the contrary, as a good brother, Luo Jia would naturally support him unconditionally!

Even if Loka uses him as a tool, Angron is happy to listen to him! Because compared to the Emperor, at least Loka is willing to take care of this tool!

"I was happy for you when I heard you had escaped the Blood God's command," Luo Jia chuckled.

"Because you have broken free from a cruel god and finally gained the freedom you longed for—is your power also a gift from an unfinished god?"

Angron didn't reply, he just nodded...

"That's wonderful!" Loka exclaimed happily, affectionately taking Angron's hand...

"Join me, Angron! Let us complete the task we failed to accomplish ten thousand years ago, let us destroy the Corpse King's false empire, and then rebuild a real and beautiful world!"

"Brother, I know your heart isn't in this, but if we join forces, we'll be invincible! No one will persecute you anymore, my brother, no one!"

Angron remained silent, because he could sense that every word Loka spoke came from the bottom of his heart.

That's why he found it difficult...

"We'll take Terra, we'll burn that troublesome planet, and we'll blow that corpse's golden toilet to smithereens!"

Loka seemed to be envisioning himself crushing the human empire, loudly proclaiming that scene...

"Not only Guilliman, but also Leon, Dorne, Saint Gilles—the offspring of these brothers who have displeased us will be exterminated! And from the ashes, we will rebuild the Second—no, the Third Reich!!"

"Come, Angron, let us cut off Guilliman's head together and use it to commemorate the beginning of our great cause!"

When things got exciting, Loka wanted to drag Angron along to kill Guilliman.

However, Angron remained motionless.

He withdrew his hand and said to Luo Jia in a deep voice...

"Stop, Luo Jia."

Lojia stopped in his tracks, his head bowed. He wasn't stupid, of course. Who else could have destroyed the Triune Prayer Ship besides Angron, who was also blessed by the Unfinished God?

“Angron, my brother, have you knelt once again?” Loka said with a tone that was both regretful and contemptuous.

“No.” Angron grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth…

"Loka, my answer is—fuck the Emperor, fuck the Empire! I'll fucking slap that bastard across the face sooner or later!"

"Then why don't you join forces with me? Brother, has your hatred for me outweighed your reason?"

“No, Loga, out of all my brothers, you are one of the very few I don’t hate.” Angron grinned maliciously, raising his black sword and slamming it down…

"But fucking, I don't believe that salted meat, but I fucking don't believe those four bastards even more!!"

boom!!

102. The Battle of Scum

So, why did Angron specifically travel all the way to Macurag to save Guilliman's life?

He is in fact saving the empire, but his initial motivation was simply to secure autonomy for himself over a planet.

On a grand scale, he was trying to split the Empire; on a smaller scale, he just wanted a nest world that was insignificant to the Empire...

In fact, if a more conciliatory approach were chosen, Angron had plenty of ways to achieve this.

He had absolutely no need to make such a big fuss or do such a big thing.

But there's nothing we can do about it. Angron is too lazy to think, and he prefers to solve problems at their root.

That's how violence solves problems; it often escalates things... but it can also often lead to a resolution with the fewest negative consequences.

After all, to correct a wrong, one must go to extremes. Without experiencing pain, people will never think, will never know danger, and will repeatedly make the same mistakes. Only pain can teach people to reflect briefly before they forget.

Angron made a mistake once; he should have fucking rushed to the Emperor to his death at all costs, or gone back to Nukelia to slaughter all the slave owners, but he didn't.

Therefore, he will never make the same mistake twice. This time, he will never compromise for that pitiful little bit of happiness in his heart!

He made another mistake by kneeling before the God of Blood, which resulted in him being enslaved for ten thousand years.

And this time, he will never make the same mistake again!

However, at this point, Angron is no longer solely focused on the world of Sintira.

He helped Guilliman partly as a form of atonement.

—It wasn't for Guilliman's sake. Angron was already being very righteous by not kicking that Smurf in the face. His atonement was only for the sake of his offspring who were disappointed in him.

Even though this is just self-pity, who cares? As long as I'm happy.

As for Loja... Angron was his good brother, but to be fair, that didn't stop Angron from being ruthless towards him.

After all, brotherhood is one thing, but the fact remains that this jerk has been a jerk for him for a million years!

boom!!

Angron raised his black sword, but without warning, he unleashed a vicious punch with his other hand, sending Loja flying into the air and tearing through the dark clouds that were blocking the sunlight.

Angron spat at Guilliman, who was lying on the ground, and then chased after him into the air.

The World Eaters nearby cheered loudly at the sight—just moments ago, when Logar and Angron were chatting happily, they were worried that their Father of Genes had betrayed them again.

But thankfully, this time their father didn't let them down!

"It's time for us to make our appearance."

Seeing that the two unbeatable plagues had left, Evelyn decided to show herself.

Lilith led the Death Army, working alongside the human armies released from the Tarachin Museum to clear out the demons and rebels surging from the surrounding area, while Evelynn approached the half-dead Guilliman.

"..." Guilliman opened his eyes and looked at the alien. Her beautiful face appeared holy and noble in the sunlight that shone through the dark clouds, but Guilliman was not thinking about such things.

“Big boy, you and your emperor should thank us. But never mind, we'd much rather you had some of the sanity you’ve lost.”

Evelyn said softly, then took out a golden rose and placed it on Guilliman's chest...

The rose transformed into a wisp of emerald light and merged into Guilliman's body. His black, wounded face twisted strangely, and his decaying skin was burned away, replaced by a network of spreading blood vessels covering his hair, influencing his body, which was contaminated by the plague of the gods, to produce new blood.

Kugas and Rotigos roared in resentment and anger in the warp... but they dared not utter a single complaint to the master of the power.

But that wasn't enough; the plague cast by the two Nurgle archdemons was frantically neutralizing the power within Guilliman...

That strange divine blood caused Guilliman's body to continuously flash with an out-of-control magnetic field light!

He may temporarily halt the process of being tormented by corruption, but the rampage of the magnetic field will still irreversibly take away the life of this body.

Just then, Fugen dragged his injured body over.

Without any further ado, he placed his hand on Guilliman's body and initiated cell regeneration!

The outward-flowing magnetic field forces continuously neutralized the rampaging magnetic field forces within Guilliman's body, sustaining Guilliman's precarious life.

He struggled to open his eyes, only to see Fugen's face gradually contorting into a bizarre shape beneath his swollen and uncontrollable flesh.

“Fugen…”

Without a reply or a dialogue, Fugen, with his last ounce of strength, used the power of his magnetic field to pull Guilliman back from the brink of death.

Then he was completely submerged in flesh and blood that had grown due to the rampaging magnetic field.

Evelyn hesitated for a moment, her eyes filled with disgust and hatred as she looked at Fugen.

However, considering the greater events to come, Evelynn still raised her old woman's sword and plunged it into Fugen's body.

The power of death removed the toxins and rampant flesh from Fugen's body, turning it to ashes and disappearing, but that was all. Fugen survived, but he was no longer capable of fighting.

Nurgle sighed with regret; the sight of a good child breaking free of his embrace saddened the loving father greatly.

However, the loving father soon devoted himself to brewing a new plague.

But the repairs only went so far; Guilliman's body remained as pale as a recently deceased corpse.

He struggled to his feet, his body still wracked with excruciating pain, but at least he was able to move.

Looking at Evelynn, Guilliman questioned her in a wary, low voice...

"The Adarin... what do you want?"

"A rational conversation, a temporary cooperation," Evelyn said calmly.

"Not only us, but also the empire we represent, the empire of Eldar and humans."

"Are you kidding me?" Guilliman frowned. The Eldar empire?

As far as he knew, it had disappeared more than 10,000 years ago!

Could it be that he slept for ten thousand years, and while humanity collapsed, the Elven race rose to power?

"To make such a tasteless joke in such a terrible galaxy? Big boy, we're not the ones making decisions for each other," Evelyn sighed.

"I've had enough of this endless estrangement and entanglement. At least in the face of a survival crisis, reason can allow us to temporarily set aside our prejudices."

The person behind it all? Guilliman certainly knew what he was talking about, and the silent son of vengeance seemed to agree with Evelynn's words...

Because the Emperor did not object, the power within him that was still protecting his father did not refute Everene's words.

This is enough to show that the crisis made it very necessary for them to unite.

Guilliman knew how much the Emperor hated the aliens; one could say he was the biggest racist leader in the entire human empire.

And after sitting on the golden throne for ten thousand years, this hatred will likely only grow stronger.

If even an emperor like Guilliman could choose to compromise, then Guilliman certainly had no reason to oppose him.

His political stance was always inclined towards moderation and conservatism... and since the Emperor did not object, Guilliman would carry it out.

"What do you want me to...do?"

Guilliman spoke in a low voice, his pain and weakness seemingly even more pronounced at that moment.

Evelyn looked at Guilliman's pathetic state and said with a faint smile...

"It's simple. You need to come with us to our empire's capital, formerly Comoros, now Ausuan. Your injuries need further healing and repair, and... someone needs to have a conversation with you."

"We must not allow this alien's scheme to succeed, my lord!!"

A thunderous sound rang out from the side. Kagal, who had rushed over immediately, stood guard beside Guilliman. He gazed at his Primarch with worshipful fervor, then looked at Ada with even greater wariness and disgust...

"Are you his Primarch or his child, big boy?" Evelyn asked Guilliman mockingly.

"Do you want them to make you a stroller and protect it?"

"Useless provocations will only further diminish my impression of you," Guilliman said in a low voice, struggling and pained to his feet.

"Let's put politics aside; I have more important things to accomplish..."

He tried to activate the magnetic field again, but the excruciating pain emanating from deep within his body made him break out in a cold sweat.

He looked at Evelynn, and the Chosen One of Death naturally understood Guilliman's question...

“That didn’t come from your own power,” Everene said softly, opening her iron fan.

"The magnetic field power 'activated' by the human emperor is not long-lasting. Your body cannot actually contain so much power, and now that this 'container' has been damaged, how can it contain any more power?"

"Am I just supposed to watch?" Guilliman hissed, staring at the two shooting stars colliding in the sky...

To entrust one's own fate, and even that of Macurag, to Angron?

Guilliman doesn't have that kind of heart.

“If you want a definite answer, yes.” Evelyn looked into Guilliman’s unwilling eyes and said calmly…

"But fate has already revealed the outcome: the moment you are resurrected, neither you nor your world will be swept away by the tide of chaos."

"Is this yet another one of your prophecies? Your predetermined destiny?"

“Yes, but no.” Evelyn looked up at the crimson shooting star overhead and murmured…

"What is destiny? An individual's character and choices constitute destiny."

In the sky, Angron, who had sent Lojia flying with a single punch, gave chase. Lojia, stunned by the sudden blow, recovered and glared menacingly at Angron, demanding...

"Is this your reason for saving Guilliman? For some damn insignificant hive world? For a bunch of old soldiers who have already betrayed you?"