I'm a magnetic field madman

Primarchs are even more powerful; having completed their ascension, they possess the same characteristics as demons.

Even if they are killed, they will simply return to the warp and wait for a chance to be resurrected.

But everything that exists must eventually perish.

Primarchs are not without instances of complete death—Saint-Gilles and Horus are examples.

Whether they were truly reduced to ashes is another matter... but they all did die at the hands of powerful beings in the warp.

One died from the power of the Four Gods, and the other died from the Emperor's wrath.

The destruction of the soul also signifies the eternal demise of the original body.

Angron knew this, so when he saw Broken Dream frantically beating Lo Jia's soul, he prepared to intervene.

The will to shatter dreams may not be able to completely eliminate Luo Jia's existence... but it can certainly completely erase and kill Luo Jia's personality.

This seems no different from killing Loka.

Angron couldn't stand by and watch this happen. Even though Lojia was his enemy, and letting him go would only bring trouble upon himself later, but—

Kindness is kindness, and enmity is enmity! Loka saved him once, so Angron should let him go this time!

Without hesitation, Angron pressed the tip of his black sword against Logar's chest, just as he was about to plunge it in—

"Stop, Angron!"

A calm and authoritative voice rang in Angron's ears, and he narrowed his eyes...

Guilliman, who had appeared out of nowhere, dragged his deathly pale body and berated Angron.

No, not Guilliman.

Just from the golden light emanating from every opening on this guy's face, you could tell that the old bastard who loves gold the most in the entire universe has possessed Guilliman.

Angron's lips twitched slightly. This was the first time in over ten thousand years that he had faced the Emperor directly—to be honest, he couldn't even remember the last time he had met the Emperor.

After all, the emperor hated this broken tool, and he hated the emperor even more.

"On what grounds?" Angron sneered.

He laughed with great smugness and arrogance, because he had discovered that even when facing the old man who had once brought him humiliation and nightmares, he no longer felt any fear.

Damn it, this ruler who once launched a great expedition and created the largest empire in human history, even a god among men, is nothing more than this.

The mental pressure that the Emperor once exerted on Angron was like a nightmare... but ten thousand years later, he was able to face this golden sun directly.

“Spare Loja and bring him back. I will save him and bring him back to the Empire.”

The Emperor gazed at the groaning Luo Jia and said in a deep voice...

"Oh? You finally managed to capture a demon prince who is devoid of all chaos, are you planning to hollow him out, cleanse him, and then put him back on the table?"

Angron leaned on his black sword, looking at the Emperor with a mocking expression, at this piece of trash who couldn't even be bothered to put on an act in front of him...

Perhaps he only pretends to be a father when facing sons like Horus and Guilliman who satisfy him... but when facing a failure like Angron, he doesn't pretend at all.

Damn it, haha, damn it!

"You filthy bastard, I'll spare your shit, but I'll fuck your hemorrhoids!"

In response to the Emperor's demands, Angron gave him a blatant middle finger and a direct, foul-mouthed insult!

Anglong felt great; after all, simple bad breath was the ultimate enjoyment.

Just look at the Emperor's expression—well, he had no expression, but Guilliman, who was possessed, looked very angry.

But who cares if he dies? This guy born of a mother has never fought against Angron!

"Do you really think Loka would want to go back to you?" Angron looked at the Emperor and sneered.

"Oh, so you're going back to your place, to be the pope of your state religion? Why waste so much time going through all this trouble? If you had just appointed him directly, there wouldn't have been so much nonsense."

"That's true. Neither I nor Logar are the Primarchs you care about, right? The one you possess, that winged infant, and Horus, that daddy-boy with dementia, are your favorites, aren't they?"

"We are the Primarchs you created, but that doesn't mean we're your fucking slaves! We were your beasts of burden ten thousand years ago, but now, don't even think about it!!"

Angron's words sounded exactly like an unloved youngest son complaining to his biased father—

Perhaps the truth is not much different, but Angron's complaints are absolutely devoid of any emotion other than resentment.

Damn it, if the Emperor wasn't possessed by Guilliman here, and if Guilliman wasn't in poor health... and if he didn't need Guilliman's help, he would have gone up and given him a good beating!

Having said that, he ignored Luo Jia's struggling feet and swiftly plunged his sword into Luo Jia's body!

"Cuck!!"

With a scream of pain, Luo Jia's vital signs rapidly declined... but at the same time, Luo Jia's soul was also struggling to break free from the beating he was in in the broken dream.

"Killing him now is simply sending him back to them," the Emperor said calmly.

"Them? My father, my God-Emperor, how can you use such an unfamiliar term? It should clearly be 'we'," Angron said sarcastically.

"To be honest, what difference does it make whether I give it to them or give it to you? Luo Jia is doing quite well under those four bastards, so what preferential treatment can he expect from you?"

"Oh, I know, you're planning to use your grand ambitions to fool me again? You're planning to show off your great human ideals to trick us into working for you?"

“That’s impossible, Father. I never intended to take this pie from the start, and now I’m even less likely to.”

Angron didn't know if he was the least visionary of all the Primarchs... but there was no doubt that he had never liked the Great Crusade or the Emperor's plans from the very beginning.

Damn it, to Angron, this was like a damn boss offering them all an unattainable pie in the sky. It was one thing for the other Primarchs, but for Angron, this bastard didn't even offer the most basic reassurance.

"Honestly, you should thank me for my magnanimity for not helping Logar kill Guilliman!" Angron sneered.

"Damn it, do you know what I want to do most after being reborn? What I want to do most is to smash your self-righteous plans and so-called wishes one by one!"

Or I could just go to your Terran palace and kill you with a single sword stroke, thus "liberating" you completely, and then, like Slaanesh, devour all human souls! Hehehe, at that time, your expression will definitely make me so happy I'll be waving a flag!

The Emperor remained silent, and Guilliman said nothing either.

There is no doubt that Anglon was capable of doing such a thing when his emotions were severely extreme.

Although he escaped from Khorne's clutches, it was clear that Angron, now transformed into the Magnet Man, was even more extreme and insane than before!

Fortunately, this kind of madness is very unpredictable; he seems even more insane now than when he was hitting the Butcher's Nail...

But who knows, the emperor might be granted his wish with a simple condition at any moment—for example, by making his dog bark three times.

"What exactly do you want?" the emperor asked coldly.

"The Casilla Sector!" Angron roared with laughter.

"That's my first demand, but what I want isn't some bullshit autonomy. What I want is a legitimate announcement, passed through the High Lords' Council, and issued to the entire empire!"

“My ‘father,’ this request isn’t unreasonable. If you agree, I’ll hand Luo Jia over to you—you’re right, giving him to those four bastards or giving him to you makes no difference!”

Guilliman wanted to agree to Angron's request, since it was a reasonable one, wasn't it?

A mere star system could be exchanged for the soul of a Primarch—even if he loathed Logar, it would still be a help to the Imperium.

Moreover, and most importantly, it can stabilize this extremely unstable Angron.

Guilliman didn't know what had happened to him, but the madman was clearly more insane than when he attacked Terra Palace.

A madman is not necessarily scary, but a madman with great power can certainly cause great destruction!

Guilliman had never heard of the Cassilia Sector. In fact, most of the land encompassing the entire Misty Sector... was conquered by the Sun Lord Marcarius after his long slumber.

But no matter what, the deal is definitely on. Even if Anglon's demands were increased tenfold, Guilliman would still think it's worth it!

Moreover, although Guilliman has been asleep for ten thousand years, I imagine his other brothers will manage the empire even better!

Ha! We can't just stand still, can we?

“Angron…”

But just as Guilliman was about to speak, the Emperor stopped him from taking the next step.

"Father?"

Faced with Guilliman's doubts, the Emperor remained silent, only transmitting some unimportant information to him.

Guilliman's expression gradually changed, and soon, all the words that had been gathered together could be summed up in a single word.

"grass!!"

106. Guilliman's Pain

Guilliman was a passionate and idealistic Primarch who was the most politically and humanly savvy of his many brothers and sisters.

Therefore, he is one of the very few Primarchs who can understand and be close to Macardo.

He believed in the bright future of humanity, in the glory promised by the emperor, and in his brothers and in humanity!

But unlike Saint Gilles, Guilliman's beliefs and passions were more grounded in reality.

If Saint Gilles's passion was somewhat of an unrealistic, beautiful fantasy, then Guilliman's passion was closer to that of an emperor himself.

He was down-to-earth and meticulously planned how to settle the Astartes after the war, how to transform them into officials managing the empire... and how to make every part of the empire as beautiful as Altera.

Although these visions were all destroyed by Fugan's sword, Guilliman still held onto hope.

Because the empire was large enough, wasn't it?

Even with the immense losses caused by the Horus Rebellion, the Empire still owns the entire galaxy, doesn't it? They have eliminated most of their enemies; the galaxy belongs to humanity!

With such resources and manpower, what excuse could the successors of the empire possibly have for not governing this beautiful place well?

What reason do the rulers of an empire have not to do it?

Even though the first thing Guilliman saw when he awoke after 10,000 years of slumber was three wretched "traitors," he still held onto hope and even expectations for the Empire.

Even if we lose me, and perhaps even lose the leadership of my brothers and father, the empire will surely thrive for ten thousand years.

Having fallen asleep with such beautiful wishes, what kind of outcome awaited Guilliman upon waking?

Uh...

It can only be said that it was an incredibly cruel reality for a perfect idealist.

War of the Beasts, the Age of Apostasy, the Black Crusade...

The Emperor's Divine Word Salvation Faction, the Imperial State Religion, the Inquisition...

The Emperor, attached to Guilliman, spoke in a gentle tone, recounting to Guilliman everything that had happened in the empire over the ten thousand years since he fell asleep.

Guilliman felt an indescribable, excruciating pain.

That wasn't physical, even though the deadly poison and the depletion of the magnetic field power from Fugen left him in excruciating pain, like being torn apart a thousand times...

But such physical pleasure was far from enough to elicit such an expression from a Primarch whose spirit was more resilient than steel.

The physical pain was the least of his worries. What he suffered was his mental anguish.

Every reply from the Emperor was like a cannonball striking the Primarch's chest;

Confusion and fear overwhelmed him, and grief and pain were unbearable.

Guilliman involuntarily covered his face and muttered to himself...

"How...how could this be?"

The Primarch murmured, unsure of who to confide in. All he knew was that if he didn't find something to say, everything he had heard so far was enough to drive him mad.

“Look at what they have become, and what about ourselves—blind faith, ignorance, suffering, decadence, all of this is rampant in the name of a god! But Father, don’t you deny that you are a god?”

Such questions were meaningless, and the emperor coldly refused to answer. Yes, he never admitted to being a god, yet others regarded him as one.

And... is there really no guidance from the emperor involved?

Is becoming a god really a scenario he wouldn't want to see?

With the Web broken and Horus's rebellion underway, was becoming a god a second plan devised by the Emperor for the continuation of humanity?

No, Guilliman really didn't know!

And now, isn't the Emperor possessing Guilliman's body?

Even though Guilliman always selectively ignores it, aren't the characteristics that the Emperor just now, and now, exhibited exactly the mannerisms that a god should have and would have?

Could it be that what Horus said was indeed true?

Was their father really a madman who wanted to become a god?

Was everything they did really so ridiculous and meaningless?!