I'm a magnetic field madman

131. Terra Chaos: Magnetic Field

Ten thousand years later, Terra is once again plunged into terror and turmoil.

The murky colors of subspace that filled the sky, the Thunderhawk fighters soaring across the heavens, the air raid sirens blaring throughout the city, and most importantly, the flickering starlight.

The torch, symbolizing the emperor's sacrifice and the empire's hope, is waving...

This might just be a huge change for other human worlds in the galaxy... but for the Terrans, it will be an unbearable panic!

The court immediately sent a large number of prospective psionicists to the palace to be buried and burned... but this was not enough to restore the psionic flames from their swaying state to normal.

This even worse fact reveals an even more terrifying truth to those who associate with it—it wasn't Star Torch that was in trouble, but the Emperor.

No one dared to speculate in this direction, because if it came true, then the empire would have no hope left.

The unrest that followed on Terra only added fuel to the fire.

Terra's underworld was already teeming with all sorts of monsters and demons... but the turmoil that has suddenly erupted is far greater than anyone could have imagined!

Several gangs located in the middle and bottom nests suddenly launched a rebellion... and these defectors were clearly very different from the rebels of the past.

Their difference lies not in their weapons, but in themselves.

The leaders of these rebels, and even their core members, were all individuals with the ability to rotate magnetic fields.

They fought their way out of Middle Nest, and without hesitation stormed through the chaos into Upper Nest, breaking into the homes of the noble Terragu people, and then—

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

"Rape!!"

Like mad beasts, like lustful fiends, these magnetic field manipulation users laughed wildly as they tore through the defenses of countless noble guards, then stormed into the mansions and fortresses of those of high status, dragging them out onto the streets like wild dogs.

It's not that the guards of these Terran nobles are weak; on the contrary, the Imperial Guards that can operate in Terra must be among the best equipped in the galaxy.

Unfortunately, their enemy was a group of magnetic field lunatics.

Filled with hatred and resentment, these Terran lunatics, born in Terra as well, watch a small group of you live a life of debauchery and debauchery while they suffer a fate worse than death.

Terra is the Throne World, the heart of the Empire; it should be the most beautiful place in the entire Empire.

But the reality is quite different. Even the Wolf Blade of the Belisarius family would still unhesitatingly call Terra the most outwardly beautiful but inwardly rotten world in the entire galaxy, with hundreds of billions of people crammed into this small planet, reaching a terrifyingly high population density.

And in this place where the Emperor exists, are there any differences between the hive worlds of Terra and those other hive worlds?

No, the same junk that exists in other worlds of the galaxy also exists here, and in some cases, it's even better.

Of the hundreds of billions of people, less than one percent could enjoy a life that could be called "human," while the vast majority were nothing more than serfs or slaves, toiling in countless factories to support the infrastructure at the heart of the Byzantine Empire's administrative system.

Even after 40,000 years in space, humanity still cannot change this extremely ironic fact.

People living in the capital do not enjoy the best life... On the contrary, people living in the capital may be the most miserable people in the entire country.

For ten thousand years, did the emperor's glory ever protect those poor slaves and serfs?

For ten thousand years, while the nobles and high lords of Terra enjoyed luxury and comfort, did the lives of the slaves and commoners below the nest ever improve in the slightest?

No, they saw no hope at all. They were so close to the Emperor... yet they couldn't feel the mercy of the human sovereign whom had been repeated countless times.

They lived in the same world as emperors, yet the gods they worshipped never responded to their mothers' suffering.

Is it the emperor's fault?

No, because even the ruler of humanity could never change the deep-seated flaws in human nature...

The inability to change the political system inevitably leads to a bloated and chaotic historical pattern driven by increasing entropy.

The fault lies not with the emperors who protected humanity, but with the inherent flaws of humanity itself.

Damn it all are the nobles, the gangsters, the capitalists, the slave owners—the elite who embody all the dregs of human societal development!

But this is what the empire looks like now—a collection of all the ugliness of human society.

But do you expect those who harbor resentment and pain to understand him?

Don't even dream about it; hatred is far easier to achieve than forgiveness.

Moreover, for those who are already living in hell, given the chance to rebel, they will only act ruthlessly.

Only the emperor can protect the common people?

Heh, screw you!

"Hahaha, you little minions, kill them, rape them, drag these pieces of shit out of here!!"

The upper levels of HiveXericho... accompanied by countless screams and wails from the once elegant and noble manor gardens...

A gigantic mutant was gripping a thirteen-year-old noblewoman and laughing maniacally!

This mutant has an obese body, a result of working in a long-term environment of heavy radiation contamination.

His chin was replaced by a rough steel shovel, and his body, covered in abscesses and muscles, exuded a magnetic force.

That true equality for all beings, the astonishing power that everyone can attain!

He was a mad dog, a slave living in the bottom hive. His past needs no further elaboration; he was just one of countless miserable slaves beneath the hive.

But now, he is trampling on a nobleman's estate, directing his men to humiliate, kill, insult, and devour those high-ranking nobles!

Stepping on the corpses of the Shangchao people, now reduced to minced meat, Mad Dog felt an unparalleled sense of pleasure and climax!

"Let me go, you filthy thing!! The Emperor's angels will destroy you!!"

The noblewoman could not bear the mad dog's filth and viciousness. She screamed and tried to escape, but all she got in return was the mad dog's savage grin...

"Little darling, you've carved so delicately, it looks like a delicious little tender skin..."

With a greedy and drooling smile, the mad dog opened its blood-red maw, and as the noblewoman screamed in terror, it slowly closed its jaws...

puff...

A crisp sound rang out, then all sound vanished, leaving only the indistinct slurring of the mad dog's mouth filled with bits of flesh...

"Mmm...it tastes so good..."

"Caroline!!"

A heart-wrenching scream came from the gate of the manor. Mad Dog looked over and saw a group of nuns rushing towards him in a fit of rage, pointing their grenades at him and his brothers!

"Heretics, prepare to die!"

The senior nun, in her grief, roared as a miniature rocket was propelled from the muzzle of the bomb gun.

But in that fraction of a second between their aiming and pulling the trigger, the enormous target had already disappeared from their sight.

These nuns had faced off against superhumans like Astartes before... but even Astartes couldn't possibly possess such terrifying speed, tearing through the sound barrier in an instant.

"Hehehe, nuns? I heard you're the daughters of that damn emperor. Very well, I'm going to rape you right in front of him today!!"

The mad dog laughed wildly as he recklessly unleashed his magnetic field power—320,000 horsepower. It wasn't at its full potential, but the sheer force of the feedback was terrifying, surpassing all individual soldier technology!

Even if these weapons can break through his defenses, so what? If they can't hit him, they can't hit him. And for him, Mad Dog, to kill these things, he only needs one move!

The mad dog unleashed a magnetic field force as rampant as a mad snake. The moment he fell into the nuns' formation, he didn't even need to attack; the raging electric snakes had already turned several nuns into charred remains!

The deadly attack came immediately, and once the mad dog started to kill, no one could stop him!

What Imperial Guard, what Astartes, what Emperor's Daughter? It's all utter nonsense!

With one move, Mad Dog had torn more than a dozen nuns to shreds... But when he grabbed the elder nun, he didn't immediately break the personal field generator on her body, so his face was covered in explosive gun bullets!

"Die, heretic!!"

The nun pulled the trigger in grief and madness, but when the smoke cleared, the mad dog's face was only left with a few tiny scars—which healed in a few moments.

There was no time to be shocked, because the position provided by the rosary had already been torn apart.

The elder nun felt a sudden tightness throughout her body, and then her heavy power armor, along with its inner lining, was completely torn apart!

What the mad dog was going to do was obvious—he grabbed the High Nun, pointed her at the tallest and most dazzling spot on Terra, and then laughed maniacally…

"Just watch, Your Majesty! See how I fuck your daughter, and then, I'll fuck you!!"

The advance from both ends was about to begin, but at that moment, a fierce yet unpredictable force attacked.

A golden power halberd pierced the mad dog's back...

The disintegration field gleaming on the blade and the specially designed penetrating bullets fired in sync with the pull of the trigger instantly pierced through the Mad Dog's protective force.

"What--"

Before the startled mad dog could even turn around, the golden guard's spear had already pierced his chest!

The excruciating pain spread along with the gushing blood, but he felt no fear whatsoever.

That power still spoke to the mad dog in his heart—go kill, your soul will return to the bronze throne, and the more you kill, the higher your status will be.

"kill!!"

Completely disregarding his own injuries, he even allowed the blade to slice his chest in two...

The mad dog swung its fist with all its might, using its magnetic force to swing it backward in a spinning motion!

His punch landed, though it only struck the shoulder armor carved with a golden eagle. The powerful magnetic field still propelled the giant away.

Unfortunately, there was more than one giant who came here.

The next second, the mad dog's head was cleanly severed...

A golden giant wielding a power sword swiftly and skillfully sliced ​​the mutant into numerous pieces, then unleashed a burst of flames that reduced him to ashes.

The elder nun, still shaken, stared at the tall, golden figure...

That figure, encased in magnificent adamantite power armor, was unmistakable to any Terran.

Even the Imperial Guards have been mobilized... Has the situation deteriorated to this extent?

"Supilulius, report on your physical condition."

"No problem, just minor damage to the armor, Governor Mars."

The Imperial Guard who had been sent flying by a punch quickly stood up, his tall body shaking off the dust and ruins of the building, and reported in a standard, emotionless voice.

The Imperial Guard captain named Mars looked at the ashes-covered corpse with a scrutinizing gaze, then mounted his motorbike and rode away without a moment's hesitation.

The elder nun stared blankly at the disappearing figure, only then remembering that her family had once been proud to have produced a captain of the Imperial Guard's shield guards.

She glanced again at the burning and destroyed noble manor and the mutants and slaves rampaging inside, gritted her teeth, put on one of her sisters' force feedback armor, picked up the explosive gun again, and rushed in.

Every corner of Terra was ablaze; she had no time for sadness.

132. The Chaos of Terra

Before Magnus, disguised as a dark angel, could wreak havoc on the Solar Fleet with a single cannon shot and a psionic strike, the sudden catastrophe on Terra had already begun to spread.

The massive numbers of slave laborers surging from the lower levels of the hives, led by those "mutants," wreaked havoc across Terra... and the hardest-hit areas were undoubtedly the large hives.

This was a shocking and terrifying thing for the conservative Terran Highlords and nobles... but for those who knew all this, it was perfectly normal.

Fadimas expressionlessly swept the phase sword across the neck of a magnetic field madman who was trying to attack him, instantly severing his head and limbs.

Around him, numerous assassins hidden within the Assassin's Court were clearing out the enemies who had attacked the Assassin's Temple.

And without a doubt, these assassins demonstrated a level of power completely different from the normal "Four Great Divine Shops".

It's the rotation of the magnetic field; the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court has incorporated the rotation of the magnetic field!

This might sound quite heretical, after all, the last guy who dared to modify the Emperor's divine design was Belisarius Caul... even though he was the Archsage of Mechanics, he was attacked by his colleagues and other fanatics for it.

As for the Assassin Temple system, which was established by the Imperial hero Magadha, it has remained unchanged for ten thousand years.

Of course, that's how it appears to those foolish outsiders.

The Assassin's Court has always been one of the most radical departments in the Empire. They rarely take action, but when they do, it is always the most radical method.

This organization is very similar to Deathwatch; they are ruthless in using alien or even heretical methods, and will do anything to achieve their goals!

Otherwise, the Assassin's Court wouldn't have a special faction called the "Death Cult Assassins." If you learn a little about this faction, you'll realize how damn heretical it is.

Therefore, when the magnetic field began to rotate, the Assassin's Court was already aware of the gradual rise of this special power... and the Grand Master had already decided to conduct in-depth research on this special power several years ago.

Using the biotechnology that the Assassin's Court possessed—which could twist people into the unique structure of a Calidus assassin—they quickly mastered a method to modify assassins and imbue them with magnetic field power.

Of course, due to cost and recipient limitations, only a very small number of elite assassins were allowed to undergo modification, and a portion of the Iverson assassins were given magnetic field cells.

As the Grand Master, Fadimas accepted this transformation... but when he tried to understand the power of magnetic fields himself, he realized how dire the situation was—