I'm a magnetic field madman

Angron is Angron, once a slave, now a free man. His life is the source of his power, but most importantly—nobody, fucking nobody can enslave me anymore!!

With astonishing power, a complete realm, and an immense flow of power, Angron unleashed the ultimate potential within himself, making him shine like a dazzling, blood-red sun!

The power of the mad valley, Angron has thrown his life to the back of his mind, all for a simple fight of loyalty!

No, that's not all. Most importantly, he must carry out his chosen path to the extreme, so that no one can refute him or reverse his decision!

I will press forward, even if it leads to an abyss or a wall of iron! I will smash through any obstacle, I will trample over any hindrance, and I will never compromise or kneel until the day I die!

From defeat to rebirth, from slavery to freedom, Leon, and the Emperor, or everyone else, witness here my Angron's strongest punch, my most domineering move!!

"Nine hundred and seventy thousand horsepower—"

An immense power, far exceeding his limits, pressed down on Angron's heart, making it difficult for him to even breathe or speak! But even so, he continued to gather this power—

So how should we name the next move?

How can we give such a stunning and deadly move a memorable name?

I don't know, Angron never thought about such a complicated problem! So, I'll just pick a name randomly!

"Slave-Breaking Fist!"

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117. Post-war

On that day, no one knew why the lion suddenly left Makula.

On that day, no one knew who Leon's opponent was.

Even the dark angels only knew that their father had returned mortally wounded that day and then fell asleep. Just when they thought it was another ten thousand years of suffering, Leon woke up the next day.

No one questioned him, even though countless priests of the State Church and members of the Inquisition were destroyed in the battle between the Primarch and the enemy, no one dared to question the Lord of Dark Angels.

Moreover, even if there were such audacious fools, the Dark Angels would crush them immediately.

But in any case, Leon has demonstrated to everyone with the most concrete example just how astonishing the power of the Primarch truly is!

For new recruits who have absolutely no knowledge of the era ten thousand years ago, the story has begun to be interpreted as increasingly bizarre and outlandish...

Even the battle between the Emperor and Horus has been exaggerated hundreds of times by some eloquent people.

What Emperor Explosive Fist, what two supreme beings fighting to the point of obliterating the Great Dao—

Of course, the soldier with such a foul mouth was kicked to the disciplinary camp by his political commissar that very day... On the other hand, the surviving state priests really began to work on revising the "history book".

After all, the more powerful their god is, the more excited they become.

Religion is one of the oldest forms of competition among humankind.

Those in the state religion group are the best of the best.

This group of people carried out countless "secondary creations" based on the original copy of the Emperor's Holy Word that Loka had altered. Tampering with the classics was not just the work of that "hermit." Although the popes of the state religion did not dare to change it, they still had the audacity to add some content to it.

Of course, they wouldn't dare to slander him; the added content was merely a way of praising the emperor's morality and power in various ways.

Especially during the period of apostasy when the state church held power in the empire, bishops of the state church, like Gorky van der Erd, went to great lengths to mythologize the emperor's power in order to consolidate orthodoxy...

However, this unrestrained boasting ended after the state church lost power and the Reformation of Saint Sebastian. Having lost the right to interpret the scriptures, the state church could only study them between the lines.

But now, the emperor's offspring have returned!

Not only have they returned, but they have also displayed such immense power!

Capable of slapping a battleship away, easily breaching void shields, and shattering a planet with sheer power!

Well, it seems our praise for the Emperor wasn't nearly enough!

After all, if the emperor's son is this powerful, how could the emperor be weak?

The scenes of the Great Expedition must have been a hundred times more impressive than those useless historians of the Time Court recorded!

Thus, a classic rewriting project centered within the Makulaq State Diocese was immediately launched in great enthusiasm.

Looking back in the future, Guilliman might wish he could slap these charlatans to death right now...

After all, the subsequent praise he and his brothers received had a very bad consequence...

Of course, all of this is a story for later. The day after Leon awoke, the fleets of various chapters, led by the Dark Angels, landed in Macragge, and witnessed the return of three loyal Primarchs in the presence of the State Church and many Imperial institutions!

Oh—it's said that the first thing Lord Leon did upon his return was to catch up with Lord Guilliman. I heard that their heated conversation even caused a major earthquake, and Lord Guilliman later cried.

Wow, what a deep brotherly bond!

The return of the Primarch is a major event for the entire Empire, so the Consul General of Macragge's capital city...

This is equivalent to a traditional head of government proposing to the Primarchs a grand victory parade... to take the opportunity to publish the good news of the Primarchs' return and send it to every world of the Empire.

Leon and Chagatai scoffed at this, but Guilliman believed it was indeed an inspiring and necessary move.

Just a few days after the great victory, a magnificent triumphal procession was ready, stretching from the Titan Gate to Hera Fortress. Thousands of war engines and millions of warriors stood in imposing array, each with its own unique paint scheme and grandeur.

The Astartes, comprised of three legions—or rather, three legions of hundreds of warbands split from the legions—gathered together... and began a grand parade that seemed to recreate the glory of the Great Crusade.

It is said that the spies sent by the High Lord were terrified of even mentioning it...

When the news reached Terra, it made the mortal high lords extremely uneasy.

After all, the last time a Primarch led an event that gathered hundreds of thousands of Astartes was a small matter called the Horus Grand Birthday Celebration.

Fear and that scene played out again, and countless orders flowed from the Terra Palace... The High Lords ordered the Navy to redeploy more of its forces back to the Solar System, even if it meant abandoning the war-torn sector.

Meanwhile, in Macurag, the streets were deserted as citizens flocked to intersections and squares to watch the ceremony. The cheers of millions merged into a hymn of praise to the Primarchs, deafening and lasting for a long time.

"Lord Guilliman, we love you!!"

Primarchs and officers stood on a reviewing stand supported by marble pillars, inspecting the parade...

While Guilliman was distracted, he did his best to respond to the surging crowd with the most inspiring heroic posture in front of the enthusiastic people of the empire.

Leon remained silent with a sour expression, while Chagatai went even further, simply skipping the job that was making him uncomfortable.

“Leon, keep a smile on your face. We have a duty to inspire the people of the Empire,” Guilliman said in a very low voice.

Leon didn't speak, but his deathly gaze spoke volumes...

“After this ceremony, I will be leaving with Chagatai, Angron, and the other Ida,” Guilliman continued.

"After you and Angron both suffered heavy losses, you temporarily put aside your conflicts, and the same goes for Fugen..."

"I won," Leon emphasized expressionlessly, his eyes lifeless.

“I have defeated Angron.”

“Alright, then you should put aside your grudges for now,” Guilliman said, his face pale but his spirits high.

In fact, he could have set off with the Death Army to the Netway four days earlier, when Leon and Chagatai arrived in Macurag...

However, in order to stabilize the situation in Macurag and ensure that Leon would not pull any tricks, Guilliman endured four days of excruciating pain.

The plague still lurks within Guilliman's body and has not been completely eradicated...

The mixture of poison and Fuchs's deadly toxins caused Guilliman immense pain, both in his soul and body.

The elixir brought by the Khan could not eradicate this psionic poison, and Guilliman also had to consider and deal with matters concerning the Empire and a series of future issues—

Guilliman wished he could die every single day.

Although he wasn't particularly welcoming of Leon among his returning brothers... he was also the only one Guilliman could entrust with his affairs.

“Leon, when I went to the Net Road, the Empire put you in charge of all matters—do as I say, stay calm, and we can easily take enough power from the High Lords.”

Leon's brow twitched slightly. His pride as a descendant of the First Clan and his prejudice against Guilliman made him reluctant to listen to Guilliman's words... But seeing Guilliman enduring the pain, Leon slowly nodded.

That was the plan. Guilliman, Khan, and Angron went to the Netwalk for treatment and to establish formal diplomatic relations with the Eldar, while Leon and Fugan chose to return to Terra. Originally, Fugan was supposed to replace Angron... but because of his and Leon's issues, they had to be switched.

As for Leon, he was very reluctant to deal with those high-lord insects...

Even though his temper has improved now, he's not sure if he can suppress the urge to stab those insects.

But even for Saint Gilles' sake, Leon forced himself to endure it—

Damn it, I'll settle this mess with Guilliman about the Scriptures of Astartes later!

Just then, the Consul General in charge of the parade presented a magnificent laurel wreath, exquisitely crafted from pure gold, and knelt before Guilliman and Leon, respectfully saying…

"Great Primarch, please wear this crown forged for you by the people of Macurag, and accept their worship and love."

Guilliman's expression shifted slightly. He knew he should accept this. He reached for the laurel wreath, and for a moment he felt a sense of glory.

However, one hand grabbed Guilliman.

“Leon…” Guilliman turned his head and frowned, instinctively assuming that Leon was going to compete with him for this honor.

“Don’t forget what Fugen said, and…” Leon stared at the consul in front of him and suddenly stretched out his hand!

If you've searched everywhere it should be but haven't found it, then the problem must be somewhere close to you!

In an instant, the laurel wreath shattered, and then the consul who had been captured by Leon let out a sharp wail!

The moment the fight broke out with Leon, countless Astartes immediately turned their guns towards this place!

Leon remained expressionless, merely activating a portion of his Primitive essence. With a hissing sound, the flesh began to twist and deform—

The illusion that had clouded perception was dispelled, and the consul's voice immediately became sharp, shrill, and indistinct.

What followed was an inhuman presence that sent chills down the spines of even the Primarch and the officers—

It was a hideous body covered in scales, deformed and twisted, wailing incessantly, and with knotted muscles. Around its neck was a necklace, the rope of which was clearly made of human skin.

Without a doubt, this is a chaotic evil creature!

As Guilliman stared with disgust at the chaotic creature, a familiar whisper echoed in his mind—

He had only heard that serpentine hiss once before on thessala, and that one time changed the empire forever.

"Long time no see, my dear brother."

The slick, nauseating, and affected voice of evil echoed in Guilliman's mind, amplifying the excruciating pain throughout his body.

"Hehehe, feeling really uncomfortable, huh? That poison was personally concocted by the Dark Prince, so even after ten thousand years, its effects are still potent."

The demon, or rather, the voice of Fugen speaking through the demon, unleashed a mad taunt and mockery upon Guilliman.

"What a pity, this crown of glory was a gift I specially prepared for you. It would have made you feel incredibly honored. You wretched Leon, why did you have to ruin this wonderful gift?"

“Forgrim…” Leon stared at the grotesque creature that disgusted him, and said coldly…

"You're truly beyond saving, even more deserving of death than Angron..."

Actually, when it comes to the corrupted Primarchs that Leon hated, Fuchs was not among the top of the list.

Because compared to Mortarion, Perturabo, Angron, and Loka, who actively chose to betray, Fugen and Horus's betrayals were "excusable."

He did not choose this path voluntarily, but was led down it by the design and conspiracy of an evil god.

But now, Angron has broken free of his shackles and rediscovered himself, but what about Forgrim...?

His soul had already fallen into depravity once, and with ten thousand years of pollution, Fugen was perhaps beyond redemption.

"Hehehe, Leon, what you're saying really hurts my feelings," Fugen said with an affected laugh.

"I know what you're up to. But unfortunately, neither the Dark Prince nor the Plague Lord intends to let your plans succeed..."

“Guilliman, you cannot leave Macurag, because once you leave, the plague anchored to you will destroy your world and slaughter your people—and they have already begun.”

"And Leon, you'll never get to Terra on time. You'll be late, just like you were ten thousand years ago, hehehe!"

Fugrim laughed maniacally, but Leon crushed his body without hesitation! As flesh and blood exploded, Leon supported Guilliman, whose body was amplified by the plague and pain, making it difficult for him to even stand, and said in a deep voice…

"Keep going!"

Leon's orders were quickly carried out, and the march did not stop at all because of this change.

But both Leon and Guilliman knew that a plague had descended upon the Macurag Sector!

And Leon and Guilliman also knew that if what Fogrem said was true...

The warp storm unleashed by the two evil gods working together will certainly prevent Leon from returning to Terra smoothly. Guilliman may be able to take the Webpath... but Leon and his fleet will never take the Eldar's path!

Because whether they lend a road or not, a Eldar network tunnel near Terra provides those high lords with an excuse to act.

The Sunfield is currently in a state of peace, not crisis. With the Primarch army following the Eldar Web and the reactionary forces lurking in Terra, Leon believes a civil war is about to break out!

“Leon, perhaps I should stay in Macurag. This poison won't kill me…” Guilliman said in a low, calm voice, his voice weak as he dragged his frail body.