I'm a magnetic field madman

We followed the way Peacock ran aground on this alien warship and broke through the fire network to forcefully land on the land of Macragge. Even though we didn't trust him, Peacock still demonstrated extremely strong command ability and military power. Is this the command ability of the Primarch (crossed out)?

We successfully dismantled three lines of Deathguard and Word Bearer forces, and also gathered up many of the defeated Ultramarines...

But the peacock seemed to realize that it could not gain our trust no matter what, so it stubbornly went to its destination, Hel Fortress, alone.

Is he throwing a tantrum like a child? (crossed out)

However, the peacock, who possesses the same power, is someone we cannot stop or catch... So we split into two groups here, with several (blacked-out) Astral Legions leading the mortal forces to garrison and stop the traitors...

Meanwhile, the Astartes forces, led by the Ultramarines, began a forced march using only the high-speed vehicles they had obtained from the local garrison.

Record 5:

We were lucky, perhaps because of the landing point... the advancing force encountered almost no resistance and reached the vicinity of the target location. At the front line of Hel Fortress, we successfully rendezvoused with the Ultramarines Legion.

We cannot prove our designation, but now the Astartes have no choice but to join forces with them to resist the army of the Death Guard.

We fought a bloody battle, but only later did we realize that our fight was utterly meaningless.

In achieving our ultimate goal, our real enemy is not even in the same league as us.

The Lord of Death, the demonic Primarch Mortarion, passed right through our defenses, as if he were a wisp of smoke... and the defenses we had built were utterly useless.

If it weren't for the desperate resistance of Chapter Master Karja of the Ultramarines, and the timely support of Peacock, we wouldn't have been able to do anything at all...

I may be witnessing a new era, an era in which numbers and armies can no longer play a major role on the battlefield.

I know this sounds like wishful thinking, but perhaps in the future, the course of war will be determined by a very small number of the strongest.

An era of war in which the outcome is decided by a minority is coming, and in the foreseeable future, the military forces of the Star Guardians and even the Astartes may undergo a transformation.

Record 6:

We have won...

Although the final outcome doesn't seem to have much to do with us... the Primarch was banished, and the loyal Primarch returned, which is...

Why are there so many Xenomorphs around the Primarch? (Scratch that)

Why did I see two (crossed out) next to the Primarch?

I saw extremely blasphemous fallacies and heresies (crossed out).

I heard Lord Guilliman shout something about second (this part was completely torn out!).

(The following is a disappearance that lasted for approximately twelve pages)

……

Grefax closed his notebook, rubbed his temples with a headache, and sighed softly.

The headache is that there's so much to organize in her notes... and once organized, it'll probably include slides that are off-limits...

Honestly, submitting all this stuff would be unbearable for Grefax herself, and she felt that even her superior, the High Lord of Terra, and the Inquisition's representative, wouldn't be able to handle it...

She is an inquisitor who believes in the truth of the empire, which makes her stand out from the crowd in the inquisition where various ideas emerge—in other words, she has virtually no faction within the inquisition.

She thought she had enough secrets, but the things these Primarchs and their brothers were involved in were truly...

Honestly, it's a miracle that Grefax is still alive.

They even planned to travel to that so-called Eldar Empire to visit the capital of an alien empire...

It's too fantastical, too absurd, and too blasphemous.

"Judge Grefax, Lord Guilliman summons you."

A deep voice came from the terminal in the room. Grefax took a deep breath, gripped the gold medal tightly, and got up to leave the room...

The "guard" of the Ultra Warrior who had been waiting outside for who knows how long finally arrived at the deepest part of the Makurag Glory.

Behind the Gate of Glory, guarded by Knights of Glory and Whitescar Hunters standing like statues on both sides, sits the Primarch, now the most "loyal" of the Imperium.

Robert Guilliman sat on his own consul's throne, a book in his hands, doing his research... and for Grefax, this wasn't her first time there.

After Guilliman awoke, he spoke with the Inquisitors and various Legion Generals, Ultramarines commanders, and even Evelan of the Death Legion.

The in-depth and earnest dialogue lasted for several days, during which Guilliman employed every ounce of politician's affability and shrewdness to create...

Create a harmonious and friendly atmosphere, extract more information from the other party amidst laughter, and perfectly conceal your own emotional fluctuations caused by these words.

Guilliman highly praised each visitor's insights on the current situation and commended their contributions to the Empire.

Based on each guest's individual personality and preferences.

Guilliman deliberately displayed the most agreeable aspect of his personality, causing the other person to respond to his questions with sincerity and frankness... This is the most prominent characteristic of Guilliman as the Primarch among his brothers.

However, Grefax knew very well in private that Guilliman and all the other Primarchs... could only describe their feelings as disgust towards the current state of the Empire.

Guilliman's hatred for the Empire only intensified because he knew he was the one who had to step in and solve these problems.

Grefax didn't step forward immediately, while Guilliman, lost in thought about countless ways to reform the empire, spoke to Angron beside him during a break.

"Angron, which of the complete plans for the development and construction of the Calesis Sector do you want to choose?"

Either one is fine.

Angron replied somewhat impatiently, holding the "weekly issue" distributed by the Ministry of Military Affairs, and reading these newspapers with the Khan.

Of course, I read it as a joke book to pass the time during the long and boring trip.

"That's the place you'll be ruling in the future, you should at least pay a little attention!" Guilliman nagdredged up his brother's lack of concern.

"Why don't you send someone to manage this for me?"

Angron shrugged, adopting his usual attitude of giving up in the face of Guilliman's accusations.

Rule? Govern? He could do such a thing, but he would absolutely never enjoy doing it...

He didn't enjoy ruling, but rather the feeling of being loved by the people and watching them live a good life. As for power... he deeply hated that thing.

His demand for control of the Calithis sector was merely a desire to free his people from the messy affairs of the rotting corpse that was the Empire. Ideologically speaking, Angron was a Primarch with a peasant mentality.

Damn it, "lacking ambition" doesn't even begin to describe this lazy bum!

"You're perhaps better suited to be a farmer in the fields than a ruler," Chagatai said quietly, glancing sideways at Anglong.

“Then you’d be better suited to be a shepherd,” Anglong retorted.

"Then I would definitely be a great Wrangler."

"Alright... I understand, Angron. I will handle all the issues on your end."

Guilliman rubbed his head and sighed, feeling a headache coming on, but there was also a sense of relief in his heart...

Angron's lack of pursuit of power is the best outcome. Although he's like a ticking time bomb, at least he doesn't strive for greater power...

Guilliman won't have to spend more time cleaning up the bigger mess he might have made!

Guilliman would much rather be with the brainless Angron than deal with his cunning brothers like Leon.

The hatred of the past can never be erased; now all we can do is strive for the future of humanity.

"Speaking of which, did you look at that book of toilet paper written by Luo Jia to find out what that dried meat was planning to do with him?"

Angron's gaze lingered on Guilliman's copy of "The Emperor's Words," and he spoke with great interest...

122. Arrive in Ausuan

"This book is full of utter nonsense!"

Holding the classic book that Loka had given him years ago, Guilliman gave it the same evaluation as he had ten thousand years ago…

For the Primarchs who believed in the truth of the Empire, Logar's charlatanism was naturally met with disdain.

But now, can Guilliman still insist on the blatant lie of "Imperial Truth"?

Of course not. Guilliman isn't stupid, nor is he capable of lying through his teeth.

But he always avoided talking about this issue, especially when he was with Evelyn.

"I remember that Eldar girl really liked discussing theology with you." Angron stroked his chin, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.

"After all, you are all chosen by God, so you have a lot in common."

Guilliman rolled his eyes. He didn't know why his brothers always liked to make fun of him and that Elven lady.

Although Guilliman had to admit that Evelyn was a very charming person...

But this refers not to her male charm, but to her knowledge and eloquence as a chosen one, as well as some commonalities with Guilliman—a tolerant attitude towards racial unity.

Guilliman did discuss many things about gods with Evelyn... and although Guilliman scoffed at it, according to Evelyn, he was just a big boy who didn't want to admit the truth.

Otherwise, why would Guilliman have picked up Loka's book?

This is the biggest joke about humanity in the universe, and Loka is fucking right!

"Whether or not the father is a god, it is undeniable that humanity today cannot live without this god."

Chagatai put down a weekly newspaper, flipped through the next one about that "Commissar Kane," and casually remarked...

"An empire that believes in the truth of the empire is full of hope, but falsehoods can never become truth. An empire that believes in the father is as foul as dog excrement, but the truth has allowed them to survive for ten thousand years without the father and without us."

"How can an empire be built on mere speculation?"

Guilliman silently pondered Chagatai's words. Only after having more interaction with him did he realize that Chagatai was not the rude barbarian he had previously imagined.

He sees things very clearly and always comes up with philosophical insights.

"So you mean, Loka might become the state religion in the future..." Guilliman tentatively asked.

"How could that be? Even if Father forgives him, he won't let him control the Empire's faith again," Chagatai mocked.

"His fate will either be to be locked up and forced to write toilet paper to correct his mistakes, just like what you did. Or he will be captured and forced to try to be a substitute for Magnus. Of course, Father will most likely do both."

Guilliman's face darkened. He still felt embarrassed just thinking about the Astartes Codex; Leon's punch had truly been delivered without any restraint...

Chagatai found the newspaper he wanted and casually remarked as he flipped through it…

"Loga has always longed to be his pope; the Chaos God was, frankly, just a backup plan for his father. He wasn't a staunch fanatic at all; all he wanted was a stable situation under the protection and understanding of a god..."

Otherwise, he wouldn't have remained a chaotic demon prince for ten thousand years; after all, he had witnessed the fate of Angron and his ilk. He knew in his heart that for those evil gods, the moment he submitted was extremely akin to losing their protection.

"But outwardly he knows he can never obtain this identity... so his father will most likely tempt him with covert power."

Loka will most likely take the bait, because he actually doesn't value his reputation very much.

And his design as the Primarch is the closest among us to Magnus's psionic type... so he should be able to serve as a temporary replacement for Magnus.

“The Primarch’s design…” Guilliman muttered the somewhat jarring word under his breath, while Angron snorted unhappily, but that was the damn truth…

Each of these Primarchs was designed according to a certain goal and direction... Although there are exceptions like Angron who completely deviate from the path, generally every Primarch progresses according to the Emperor's design.

Magnus's primary design goal was to replace the Emperor's psionic approach, and in this respect, Lorga was indeed the closest.

His fighting ability is quite pathetic, but his psionic abilities are indeed not weak, making him and Magnus two different extremes.

Magnus was a researcher who sought to explore the true knowledge of psychic energy, while Loka believed in psychic energy to empower himself.

Of course, this is also due to the nature of their upbringing; Kologa's psychic energy can indeed be released in a way that is unique to him.

Actually, it's quite suitable, isn't it?

Loka, who constantly yearned to worship the Emperor as a god, chose to ascend the Golden Throne as a form of "martyrdom," using the most direct method to prove his loyalty to the Empire and the Emperor.

If things really develop as Chagatai predicted, the Primarchs might feel like they're being used as mere tools...

"When that time comes, Brother Leon will be the Grand Marshal, Brother Chagatai will be the Junior Marshal, and you, Guilliman, will be crowned emperor and able to rebuild the Second Empire immediately," Angron said sarcastically.

“Angron, if you keep talking, you can go and handle the economic development plan for the Calissis sector yourself,” Guilliman said calmly.

"Sigh..." Seeing that Angron had also fallen silent, Guilliman couldn't help but sigh softly... At this moment, he focused his attention on the guests he had invited.

Before him, he heard countless blasphemous remarks that he shouldn't have heard...

At that moment, Grefax, who wished he could become deaf, immediately performed an eagle salute and said in a deep voice...

"Lord Guilliman, what do you need me to do?"

“Relax, Ms. Grefax.”

Guilliman almost immediately flashed a friendly smile that could put the other person at ease, and waved his hand, saying...

“I would prefer that we have a more equal conversation. In fact, your previous remarks about the empire have been very helpful to me.”

“I am not qualified to discuss these matters, Lord Guilliman,” Grefax said in a low voice.