I'm a magnetic field madman

In fact, even Guilliman, wouldn't he complain about the Emperor's decision not to allow the Astartes to attend the High Lords' Council?

Horus was able to garner so much support from the Astartes not only because of his personal charisma.

The Emperor's estrangement from Asart is the biggest reason... Even if we know the Emperor won't treat the Space Marines the same way he treated the Thunder Warriors, who can be sure?

Even Guilliman himself was a covert supporter of superhuman politics, a tendency shared by all Primarchs except for Sanguis.

Guilliman also advocated that after the Great Crusade, a large number of Ultramarines should be retired and converted into low-level civil servants to continue their reformation work, but the Emperor's attitude toward this was obvious to all.

He could even get Dorne into the Highlords Council!

Excluding the Astartes from the center of imperial power was a foolish act in itself, and the Emperor also bears considerable responsibility for the scale of the Horus rebellion!

Moreover, judging from the results, handing over the empire to mortals for rule did not lead to any positive progress whatsoever.

Of course, it is also possible that allowing Astartes to rule would lead to an even worse situation of warlordism and infighting.

Regardless, including Guilliman, they all maintained a dislike for the Highlords Council.

If Chagatai had stayed back then, given his much more decisive character than Wokan,

Either decisively sever ties with the Cliffside Star Sector and distance yourself from the Empire, or wipe out the entire Highlord Council in one fell swoop and be crowned Warmaster on the spot!

"Neither I, nor Ruth, nor even I'm sure if the stone in Dorn's toilet felt the same way. But anyway, we're all listening to Father, aren't we?"

"Ruth and Dorn...do you know where they are?" Guilliman asked urgently, his heart pounding.

“I know that stupid wolf, but he won’t be back anytime soon. I can only be roughly sure about Dorn, but he won’t be back anytime soon either.” Chagatai suddenly gave a strange smile and looked at Guilliman…

“I know what you’re expecting, Guilliman. You’re expecting the return of another brother besides me, this barbarian. Yes, you guessed it.”

“Another one of our brothers has returned, and he has even reached Makula.”

"Who is it?" Guilliman asked expectantly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation and excitement...

“An angel…” Chagatai murmured.

Guilliman's eyes widened, and then, a terrifying roar echoed across the distant sky! The next moment, Guilliman's expression instantly fell flat!

He only knew of three angels, not counting the Red Sand Angel who had gone mad; of the other two…

To be so reckless and impolite as to cause such a commotion in my brother's world...

"Leon is back?! Damn it!!"

111. The Lion Battles the Giant Shark

"Lord Angron, the matter of Macragge is over. Our next objective is—"

At the summit of Crown Mountain, the highest peak in Macragge, a World Eater veteran and leader of the loyal World Eater faction, acting company commander Ain, stood behind Angron, suppressing his excitement and reporting to the Primarch in a deep voice...

"Target? What exactly do you mean?"

Angron, who had pulled up a chair and was lounging on the mountaintop sunbathing, lazily turned his head and said...

"Uh, sir, shouldn't we rebuild the honor of the World Eaters?"

Ain hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice...

"The honor of the World Eaters? The name of that chapter, if it were to be mentioned now, would truly stop children from crying at night." Angron clicked his tongue in approval.

"Thanks to me and that blood-red kobold, the Devourers' reputation is now second only to the Sons of the Emperor in its stench. Oh no, it should be us, since the Sons of the Emperor have disbanded."

Ain didn't speak, but Angron heard him muttering to himself...

—These offspring are clearly not yet used to their manic, childlike father becoming what he is now. It's not that things are bad now, it's just that Angron has completely gone from one extreme to the other.

He went from a madman driven by extreme murderous intent to a lazy bum who would randomly go berserk during fights.

Caw!! What are these World Devourers supposed to do now?!

"Guilliman's offspring probably include quite a few useful World Eater gene seeds."

Angron looked at his sons, who were determined to restore the Legion's honor, and sighed...

"It's not impossible for you to restore the Legion's honor. I can get all the normal gene seeds from him. I heard he also hooked up with some guy and used all the Primarch seeds to create some kind of Primarch thing. But if you want to rebuild the Legion, go ahead."

"Sir, do you no longer wish to lead us?!" Ain exclaimed excitedly as he stepped forward.

"Boss... I don't care if you guys haven't been torn apart by those crazy religious lunatics after I slap that bastard." Angron shrugged.

Ain opened his mouth, then looked miserable.

On this one matter, however, Angron would never compromise with his sons.

He's determined to slap that sorcerer! He'll definitely deliver a blow to that sorcerer's face; even Saint Gilles couldn't save him!

But if Angron were to actually slap him, would the empire truly have a place for him in the future?

Even if Guilliman endorsed him, this act of insulting the Emperor...

In today's empire, filled with blind faith and worship, this is an act of heresy that would never be forgiven.

Ain did not understand those forms of worship; these veterans from ten thousand years ago still believed in the truth of the Empire.

However, this did not prevent him from clearly understanding that the worship of the emperor had always been prevalent within the empire.

This slap was solid. Leaving aside whether the Imperial Guard would fight Angron to the death, what about those mad priests of the State Church, and the even bigger madmen of the Inquisition…

I'm not afraid of these lunatics attacking head-on, I'm afraid they'll cause trouble in secret!

"Ain, how's your magnetic field rotation training going?"

Noticing his offspring's unease, Anglon did not offer comfort, but instead asked another question...

"My lord, I now possess the strength of approximately fifty thousand horses."

Ain hesitated for a moment, then raised his right hand to show Angron the arc of electricity rising in his palm, before whispering...

"This power is immense, sir. I even feel like I could easily kill my past self with a single punch. But could this excessively powerful force be like psionic energy...?"

"Everything has a price," Angron said calmly.

"Magnetic field power has no master, or rather, everyone who can control it will become its master. Even the biggest bastard follows this spirit that belongs to the strong."

"Freedom, indulgence, only by following your heart can you make your magnetic field power stronger. And this power is not limited by race or status, Ein, do you understand what I mean?"

“A never-ending, vicious competition,” Ain said in a deep voice.

He understood what Angron meant; perhaps the magnetic force was a safe and perfect force without a master...

However, his pursuit of his true nature is a price that all living beings in the universe must pay to maintain it!

This extraordinary power transcends the scope of what an individual can cultivate... therefore, it is almost the optimal solution for the current physical universe in its pursuit of the power of the strong—

Even if it's an Astartes and a mortal, the latter could easily kill the former if he learned enough magnetic field power!

However, if you want such power to grow rapidly, you must follow your own heart. But what about human nature?

"When those ignorant people think that the evil gods of the Warp are inherently ugly... they never think that the hell of the Warp itself is a reflection of the opposite of life."

Angron grabbed the black sword, twirling the chains on it, and looked at the place that had once been covered with Khorne's chaos runes, sneering...

"Even without the War of Heaven, the Warp would have eventually become hell. The ugliness of the evil gods is not their nature, but merely a symbol of life itself!"

"If the universe is a chaotic collective that unconsciously moves towards increasing entropy... then the life within it is naturally chaotic as well, and the subspace that reflects our thoughts will naturally become chaotic as well!"

Angron had been Khorne's demon prince, so he knew the true nature of the warp perfectly.

There are always some unrealistic people who believe that making everyone in the universe become kind, good, and beautiful can change the subspace... But regardless of whether such nonsense can be accomplished, it won't change anything.

The essence of life is chaos. As individuals born in a universe that is moving towards increasing entropy, all life is chaotic.

Whether it's the Eldar, the Orcs, the Ida, or the Swarm, they were destined for extreme chaos from the moment they were born.

The vast majority of thoughts drifting in the warp are not human ugliness...

It's nothing more than the chaos that arises with each thought and each step of life as it moves forward.

Humanity's shallow morality and goodness are so insignificant in the face of the essence of life and the universe; chaos is the inherent nature of the cosmos. Even an emperor—is he some kind of order?

How can a god who is supported by countless blind faiths and worship, and by crazy thoughts, be a god of order?

He was no different from the Chaos Gods, except that he was just one step away from achieving the same goal.

"When a life form with a chaotic nature gains the power to transcend the constraints of the collective... and when this power can only be strengthened by pursuing one's true nature, chaos and war become inevitable."

Angron slowly explained to Ain the essence of the power brought by the unfinished god. The price of magnetic field power lies in this: the price does not need to be paid by individuals, but by the entire universe!

Once the magnetic field begins to rotate, the universe will inevitably embark on a path that accelerates toward its demise!

It does indeed have a power that comes without cost to individuals, but in its place, it will accelerate the destruction of the universe.

Victor? Chaos itself doesn't need a victor; the spread of chaos is already his victory, even if he doesn't care at all!

The first step in the chaos will be the collapse of the society composed of individuals, the collapse of a society built on power, money, and military force...

What is destined is that no social system will be able to achieve long-term unification, and will inevitably enter a new period of chaos under the transformative power of individuals.

"Ain, we can't change this outcome."

Looking at the silent Ain, Angron said earnestly...

"Even an emperor couldn't prevent this outcome. The universe may inevitably perish, but it will certainly be in the very distant future, and humanity—we don't yet have the luxury or the right to concern ourselves with the entire universe..."

"Therefore, we must acquire more of this power to ensure victory in the competition with other races," Ain said softly, finishing what Angron hadn't finished speaking...

"In the end, we will inevitably be forced onto the path of pushing forward the moment of the end."

"Huh? Is that so bad?" Angron grinned.

"Why should we think about things countless years from now? At least for now, we have the initiative, and having power means having the right to negotiate with others!"

"Loyalty? Bloodline? Wealth? Power? These are all just byproducts built on violence! Ein, go and tell your brothers to let them unleash their true nature and strengthen their power!"

"Don't suppress yourself. If you want to build a new future for the Legion... then acquire greater power and force those weaker than you to submit to you! Don't consider any complexities. The basic logic of any order is violence!"

It's hard to imagine that such words actually came from Angron's mouth... However, this analysis of the essence of things is just a way for Angron to avoid thinking about the byproducts of violence.

But he's right, as long as you grasp the essence of how things work, then all the byproducts built upon it become unimportant.

Like Guilliman, if he possessed the same violence as the Emperor… then he wouldn’t need to consider so many complex issues.

In the end, everything comes down to this: you have to show your strength!

Just then, Angron suddenly raised his head, grinned slightly, stood up, and said to Ain...

"Leave here and don't let anyone near."

"Sir, what happened?" Ain asked anxiously, because he too felt an inexplicable pressure...

"Nothing much... an unpleasant old man is coming."

Angron's laughter grew even more arrogant, and just as he had said...

A burning meteor streaked across the sky, accompanied by a deafening roar like that of a lion, as it hurtled towards this place!

Roar!

A fiery lion really did fall from the sky and crash heavily onto the top of the towering Crown Mountain!

The intense heat melted tens of thousands of tons of snow in an instant, turning it into a raging torrent that rushed down the mountain.

“I knew you’d be the second one, Leon,” Angron said with a laugh, shoving his black sword.

"Traitor, you have no right to speak my name!" Leon stood up coldly, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he spoke to Angron...

"The atrocities you committed against the Empire and against my father will never be forgiven! Even if you have returned to the Empire now, you still have to repent for your crimes, you traitor!"

"First of all, I never returned to the Empire, you motherfucker!"

Angron gave Leon a blatant middle finger, his face full of disdain...

"You old bastard, have you slept for ten thousand years and lost your brain? I'd rather die here than kneel before that old slob again!"

"Second, don't fucking put on airs like that! Dare to fight me?!"

Leon remained silent, for there was no need for him to speak. Driven by rage, he raised the weapon known as the "Lion King's Sword" and placed the shield bestowed upon him by the emperor in his left hand.

This time, he wanted this traitor to kneel before him and repent fiercely!

"Lord Angron, I will contact Lord Guilliman immediately."

Ain didn't linger. He knew he had no right to interfere in or witness such a battle, so he jumped off the cliff without hesitation...

"Hey, Leon, it seems you haven't been sleeping very soundly for the past ten thousand years? Are you trying to compete with Dorn to see who looks more like Santa Claus?"