I'm a magnetic field madman

But all of this requires a relatively stable internal environment, and while the internal environment of the Milky Way can be described as a complete mess, it is certainly leaky.

The Orcs, Necromancers, Tyranids, and Chaos aside... there's also the newly rising Eldar Empire and that TNT issue.

If the empire were to split apart at this point, it would likely be wiped out before it could even reunite.

The Empire needs time now, and so does Guilliman!

He can only compromise with those insects to gain the strength of unity; he must never give them an excuse to separate!

Therefore, Guilliman must not agree to Anglon's demands, absolutely not!

As for why Guilliman didn't propose an unseen deal with Angron—that is, to actually hand over the Calithis sector to Angron instead of making it public, or to do so after he takes control of Terra—that is, to do so.

That's because Guilliman saw at a glance that Angronti's main purpose in making this request wasn't the Calithis sector at all, but rather to see Guilliman and the Emperor embarrassed and made a fool of themselves!

If it were Leon talking to him here, Angron probably wouldn't have made this request, since Leon wouldn't make things difficult for him on political issues—of course, they would more likely fight to the death the moment they met.

My brother is much more rational than he was ten thousand years ago—but how the hell has he become even more insane!

"Really? That's such a pity."

Guilliman refused his request, but Anglon wasn't angry...after all, he knew very well that his true politician brother would definitely refuse...

So he made a second request.

“Then let’s choose another one, Guilliman. I want to go to Terra with you.” Angron gave a strange smile.

"What do you want?" Guilliman looked at Angron warily.

"It's simple, I'll wipe out the entire Highlord Council!" Angron revealed a malicious smile.

"Don't worry, I won't use your name. I'll just continue being a rebel and a traitor. Guilliman, my good brother, isn't this still helping you seize power faster?"

"No, choose another one!" Guilliman refused decisively, his face darkening.

The High Lord can die, but Guilliman cannot take the initiative to attack.

As for whether Angron will take action or not—unless he wears his demonic skin, those people will still blame Guilliman!

"Tsk tsk tsk, you're putting me in a difficult position."

Angron shrugged, looking at Lojia on the ground with a grin...

"So, Luo Jia, do you think we should change our request?"

Luo Jia rolled his eyes and muttered a painful curse in a low voice. His soul was currently in a state of about to leave his body but unable to.

He was brutally beaten by Po Meng, but he could never escape.

“Alright, then let’s move on to the last one.” Angron raised a finger and smiled, his eyes narrowing…

"Take me to Terra, and then let me into the palace."

What do you want to do?

Angron's smile vanished, and he clenched his fists, roaring...

"What am I going to do? I'm going to slap that salted meat across the face! Three times, three times! I'm going to do what I should have done ten thousand years ago but didn't!"

Guilliman was stunned, unsure whether it was because Anglon's voice was too loud or because the conditions he proposed were too outrageous.

Go to Terra Palace and slap the Emperor.

I wonder what the reaction would be if those golden corns heard this request.

But why did Guilliman feel a strange sense of satisfaction when he heard this?

He was about to say something when the Emperor, who was attached to Guilliman, answered for him.

"can."

The emperor gave a cold response, or perhaps this was an answer given out of absolute rationality?

But in any case, Angron's demands and objectives have been achieved.

By the time he rescued Guilliman, everything in the Calithis sector belonged to him.

As for going to Terra, it's of course to fulfill a regret that's lasted for ten thousand years.

"Okay, so, Luo Jia, what do you think?"

Angron looked at his half-dead brother and asked... Although the Emperor had agreed to the conditions, Angron was still willing to give Loja a choice.

Will it belong to the Four Gods, or be taken away by the Emperor?

"Let me...be free!!"

This was the only answer Luo Jia could give, his voice hoarse and desperate, his appearance so pitiful...

Clearly, Luo Jia, who was being relentlessly bombarded in the soul realm by the Dreambreaker, was nearing his breaking point.

As if Loka had agreed, Angron immediately stepped aside. The Emperor, who was controlling Guilliman, didn't say a word; his golden hand instantly gripped Loka's head.

"Cuck!!"

With a painful roar, Luo Jia's eyes flashed with a scarlet light that slowly faded away.

Immediately afterwards, this powerful body turned into countless ashes and scattered away inch by inch.

The Emperor gave Angron one last, deep look before detaching himself from Guilliman.

A golden beam of light shot out from Guilliman's head like an arrow, piercing deep space and dispelling the warp storm that enveloped Macragge.

At the same moment, a large fleet immediately arrived over Macurag.

Among them was a massive flagship.

Although it is not a Glory Queen-class ship, it is clear that its modification and imitation were undoubtedly aimed at the "Bladestorm," the flagship of the White Scar Legion that was destroyed in the war with the Deathguard.

What's even more unusual is that there's a person standing on top of this huge battleship—yes, standing right outside the flagship, on top of that towering turret.

"Sir, the warp storm has been cleared. We shall begin the landing immediately!"

The echoing sound reached Chagatai Khan's ears, but he ignored it and turned to look at another person beside him...

A person who looks absolutely unhappy.

With graying hair, a weathered face, a pale beard, and a receding hairline, his body was encased in an ancient, jet-black power armor, and he carried a gold-red Aquila Shield and a power sword on his back.

The Khan casually tilted his head back and poured a cup of wine mixed with the panacea into his mouth, then handed another cup to... this brother whom he was neither familiar with nor wanted to become familiar with.

"Don't look so unhappy, have a drink."

The old man took the glass, his expression visibly softening. He hesitated and slowly drank it down. But this panacea, capable of curing all ailments, still couldn't heal his aged appearance.

"Cheer up! Guilliman's alright means we won't be stuck at our desks dealing with those headache-inducing trifles anymore," Chagatai Khan said casually, slowly mixing another cup of the all-purpose elixir...

"What's making you so unhappy? Let me think. Is it because Guilliman's 'Toilet Paper' book dismantled your army? Or is it because of that second thing you, Saint Gilles, and Guilliman were up to..."

No sooner had the Khan finished speaking than a fist came flying toward his face.

108. The Lion King Awakens

After the empire, having lost the guidance of the Primarchs and the Emperor, rotted in confusion for ten thousand years, the Primarchs awoke one by one as the crisis of world destruction finally arrived.

As if a strange synchronicity had been established, certain special factors prevented these primitives from continuing to slack off.

This remarkable synchronicity is based on later speculation by the Time Court...

It was triggered by an economic crisis that occurred on the continent of Europe during the 2K era of ancient Terra, but as for why, only God knows.

In short, one by one the Primarchs returned to the Empire they were loyal to, and one by one they were so angry at the current situation that they almost died of rage.

After Chagatai Khan left the warp, returned to Cliff Mountain, and repelled Huron's invasion...

He was almost immediately preparing to lead a team to Ottara to drag Guilliman out of prison.

He also strictly forbade the Star Speakers from passing on the news of his return to Terra—or rather, he insisted on being the one to return after Guilliman.

After all, Chagatai Khan had always been indifferent to fame and fortune, staying away from power struggles and remaining a moderate person.

Of course, in reality, Chagatai Khan only clearly understood what a mess the empire was in. Although he had been racing in the Internet for ten thousand years and had left the physical universe, he still had some understanding of reality, at least not as ignorant as Guilliman.

So he knew he couldn't clean up this mess—not because he lacked the ability, but because he lacked the patience.

It was really difficult to resist the urge to cut off the heads of those high lords with a single blow, and even more difficult was resisting the urge to break away from the empire altogether.

But just as Chagatai reached Alterama directly through the Eldar's network, he discovered that a warp storm had engulfed Macurag.

The Khan, quick to act, immediately realized that the Chaos Gods were behind this... However, he was indeed unable to penetrate the barrier of the warp storm.

He directly led his fleet away from Macurag and headed straight for Caliban in the Misty Starfield.

Since they can't go to Guilliman for the time being, Khan has to wake Leon up before the next crisis arrives!

Of course, the journey was not smooth, but there's no need to go into detail about trivial matters like slaying a few troublesome demons.

In short, the Khan successfully reached the Stone Fortress, leaving the fleet outside while he led his men to infiltrate inside.

He didn't reveal his identity because he didn't have the time to verify anything... Besides, he knew just how neurotic Leon's crazy kids were.

If they find out what the Khan is up to, wouldn't that cause chaos?

They might even dare to attack the Primarch!

In short, when the Khan reached the lower level of the giant rock where his brother Leon slept, he successfully passed through the robed figures and finally saw his brother who had been sleeping for ten thousand years.

Using the panacea at his disposal, and with the continuous cell recombination caused by the rotating magnetic field, Leon finally awoke.

However, the Khan knew clearly that physical help was secondary; what mattered most was spiritual help.

Because after waking up, Leon told Khan that he had a very, very long dream.

In his dream, he kept wandering in a dark, ancient forest.

Pain, confusion, and struggle have lingered endlessly for countless years.

Then he came to a lake and saw a small, wooden boat suspended on its surface. It was small and unpainted. It was big enough for one person to sit in, and there was indeed someone sitting inside.

He was an angler with sunken cheeks and thin limbs; his skin, which had once been distinctly chestnut, now had a grayish-white sheen, and his long hair was lifeless, dark gray, and disheveled.

However, the gray hair supported a crown: though it was just a gold circle, it was still a crown.

He held a stick in his hand, his knuckles swollen and weak, the fishing line already cast into the water. Now he sat in a simple little boat, hunched over, looking as if in great pain.

Below the boat, in the lake, were some huge, dark shadows swaying. They didn't bite the hook, but lingered uneasily in the center of the small boat.

He was drawn by the shadows, and when he stepped into the river, it was the dark watchers who called him back to the shore.

Later, he woke up.

This symbolic dream is easily deciphered: the angler represents the emperor, and the shadow represents the evil god. During Leon's ten thousand years of dying slumber, his soul was also vying for control of the chaotic gods.

He awoke when the human empire needed him most; it was that simple.

Khan caught Leon's punch and sneered at his never-liked older brother...

"Leon, you've slept for ten thousand years and you've only become weaker. But is it your body that's weakened, or your heart?"

"Has the once mighty lion now become a little cat?"

“You don’t need to provoke me, Chagatai.” Leon withdrew his fist, sighing wearily and sadly…

"Even if you bring that up, I don't really care anymore... The empire has become what it is today, and my descendants have fallen to this state because of me... Perhaps my only solace is that you are still here."

"What mushy things are you saying?" The Khan shuddered and snorted...

“Save those words for Guilliman. My relationship with you has never been good. Even if I return to the Empire this time and resolve the issues, my offspring and I will stay far away from you and Terra.”

Leon remained silent, his quiet and melancholic demeanor a mystery to any Primarch who knew him.

After all, the Leon that everyone remembers is a man of few words, but he is definitely a ruthless, hot-tempered, and rigid guy.

The story of that slap that sent his son's head flying is a tale that has been told throughout the empire for many years. People often compare him to Peturabo to see who has a more volatile temper.

This conclusion couldn't have been reached 10,000 years ago, but most people would think it was Leon 10,000 years from now—after all, since Perturabo became a demon, he no longer had to work for his boss under the table, and his temper has actually improved a lot.

The reason for Leon's low spirits was quite simple—when the Khan brought that fallen angel, that old official who had been petitioning for millennia, to see Leon...

He successfully heard a different story about Caliban from this "rebellious offspring".

Many of those so-called fallen angels, those dark angels who remained in Caliban, never actually betrayed the Empire!

In that war, most of the Dark Angels who remained in Caliban were attacked directly by Leon's forces before they could react.

For many Caliban recruits, their first battle was not against aliens or traitors, but against their Primarch!