I'm a magnetic field madman

The situation was similar for the church palace on the other side of the continent.

The void shield protecting the city was not raised—because these devout men and women believed that their faith in the Emperor could replace everything, and perhaps that was indeed the case…

But faith allows them to survive the threat of chaos, not physical means.

The next moment, the entire Church Palace, that massive urban complex that occupied almost half of the Australian continent, was reduced to ashes in an instant.

Countless statues of emperors, along with the devout men and women inside, turned to ashes. Trillions of tons of matter formed the ashes, which rose into the sky and fell like a sea of ​​rain.

The Lion King expressed his ruthless attitude through his most direct actions.

He was more ruthless than Horus, or rather, his purpose was so clear. Horus acted for the palace, and so did he; one sought destruction, the other protection. The only thing they had in common was—

They all agreed that everything outside the palace was an illegal structure that could be demolished at will.

He fully upheld the decisiveness and correct judgment that the Emperor expected of the Primarch's first descendant—after all, this wasn't the first time the old man had used orbital bombardment on religious buildings… Leon was simply inheriting his father's excellent habit of demolishing illegal structures.

"Cuck!!"

Enraged, the Pope of the State Religion coughed up a mouthful of blood; his already frail and aged body was clearly on the verge of collapse...

He didn't know how Luo Jia felt when he watched the Perfect City be destroyed, but now, he felt it all too deeply.

"First Primarch, your actions will incur the wrath of the entire Empire! No one will forgive you!" The Inquisition representative clenched his fist and roared.

"I don't need your forgiveness, you don't deserve it!" Leon said coldly.

"You have never had any power either. Has your father's long sleep and our departure made you forget something? The power of the empire is in the hands of one person, and you are just a group of shepherds who herd sheep in his place."

Apart from the emperor, all power and authority are nothing but illusions and falsehoods.

This is something every "loyal" imperial official should keep in mind, but how many people actually take it to heart?

An emperor who cannot stand is merely a statue, but the power he holds is real. They have long regarded themselves as masters of the empire, not servants acting for that master!

They have long forgotten where their power comes from, and arrogantly believe that the empire can only exist with their support!

This is the biggest reason why Leon looks down on them. He also hates Macardo, hates the shadow of the Empire whose actions are always against the Primarch, and hates the founder and the biggest bureaucrat of the Empire's bureaucratic system.

But he had to admit that Macardo was doing a good job, and that he would never consider himself the ruler of the empire!

Macardo always saw himself as the Emperor's servant; he was arrogant towards the Primarch, but incredibly humble towards the Emperor.

Even though he holds the power to control the life and death of the empire, Macardo will not hesitate to smash his original plans and carry out the emperor's orders with just a word from the emperor.

This is something that is easy to say but incredibly difficult to do.

High lords might dedicate themselves to the empire to the point of death... but even if they work themselves to death, they still essentially believe that they are striving for "their" empire.

Yes, the Emperor did indeed entrust the Empire to mortals, to the Imperial Navy, the Astral Army, and the Astral Court.

But after ten thousand years, can they still be considered mortals?

Will they still consider themselves ordinary people?

Perhaps even Astartes considered themselves more like mortals than they did, too high above and too far removed from the group, which made them regard themselves as "gods".

Leon, however, would never tolerate such behavior!

The biggest difference between him and Guilliman is that he only grasps the essence of things and doesn't care about those meaningless details—

So what if he bombards Terra and offends all the powers of the Empire?

So what if he committed sins comparable to Horus?

As long as the emperor is still alive, as long as the emperor is on his side, what good is the resentment of these insects!

Even if the empire experiences civil war, even if the empire experiences turmoil.

But so what? When has this galaxy ever been free of the shadows of war?

"You do not represent the Emperor's will!" Talion growled.

"During the ten thousand years you shirked your responsibilities, we shouldered the burden of the empire. You have no right to criticize us..."

boom!!

The words had barely left his lips when another super laser beam struck towards Terra... and the city that symbolized the Ministry of the Interior was reduced to ashes...

The Imperial Archives fortress, which recorded countless complex data and documents from the empire's millennia-long history, was reduced to ashes.

Leon remained expressionless, facing the pale-faced Minister of the Interior. The Primarch of Terra, the one who had destroyed Terra, spoke in a cold, almost reverent tone...

"This is the qualification."

140. Magnus, damn it! Magnus, attack!

boom!!

Beams of emerald green light fell from the extinct flagship, and each descent signified the instantaneous annihilation of at least eleven numbers of lives.

Such killings are actually difficult to give people a strong sense of reality.

Killing one person brings a sigh, killing ten brings excitement, killing a hundred brings trembling hands, but when you kill ten thousand, ten million, a hundred billion—

You won't feel anything.

Leon was the same, but when he took the lives of hundreds of billions of people on Terra with a simple order, he felt no emotion whatsoever.

It was an incredible sacrifice, but for Leon, it only left him with a numb, intangible feeling.

In a daze, Leon remembered Horus.

He once stood on the bridge of the Vengeance Souls, overlooking Terra, overlooking that sacred land shrouded in countless cannon fire and destruction.

Is he, like himself, completely devoid of any feeling about the destruction of all this?

Leon closed his eyes, feeling countless torrents of souls converging within him. Having awakened his Primitive essence, he could now sense the traces of those soul flows.

As if guided by some force, those souls surged toward the golden sun, allowing the cold sun to break free from the shackles of the azure river.

And the more this is the case, the more the dazzling light makes the originally dim starlight shine even brighter!

It was like feeding something.

Leon couldn't help but feel this almost blasphemous thought, and he knew it was true.

Regardless of the emperor's true nature in the past, at least now, after ten thousand years of faith and worship, the emperor has long since become no different from those four guys.

This inevitably reminded Leon of what a Shadow Prophet had said to them when he was filled with self-mockery and sorrow.

The saddest truth that all beings living in this universe must realize is that your faith will ultimately betray you.

One after another, bursts of destructive light erupted, foreshadowing the destruction of Terra's once glorious cities and buildings into a sea of ​​fire.

The dried-up sea of ​​Terra was filled with scorching lava, the Eternal Gate, the pilgrimage route for countless believers, was shaken and collapsed, and the magnificent Lion Gate, along with the city of Prayers, scattered under the destructive green light.

The City of the Vision collapsed, Obsidian Keep crumbled, Bab Keep and the Tower of Heroes fell together, and the Cathedral of Savior, which housed the relics of the Emperor and Primarchs, was reduced to ashes.

Destruction, destruction, utter destruction.

In accordance with the will of the Primitive, everything that was once noble and magnificent was constantly destroyed and fell, as if it had fallen silent along with the old history and the past!

And destruction, in turn, undoubtedly brings about a successful outcome.

The chaotic contamination that permeated the entire Terra was rapidly diminished under the extremely efficient attack... Even the evil forces of the warp, without a physical body to rely on, could only reluctantly return to the world of thought.

No matter how furious Magnus was, there was nothing more he could do.

He even had to figure out how to escape.

As the chaos and pollution receded, the Lord of Change gradually lost the ability to restrain the cold sun's vision from returning to Terra.

The light of the Star Torch was rekindled, and the flame of hope was reignited over Terra.

"Damn it, damn it!!"

Frustrated by his near-miss, Magnus roared in fury.

It's the same old drama, the same old developments.

The Master of Change is having a smooth journey! The Master of Change is about to achieve his goal! The Master of Change has failed again!

Every time, it was the same; every time, Magnus, dominated by the fragments of rage, could only let out the roar of a loser's impotent fury!

Carlos did not jump out to mock Magnus.

The Weaver of Fate foresaw Magnus's defeat when Leon launched his orbital bombardment against Terra... and the Tzeentch archduke escaped swiftly and decisively.

As the chief demon of the Lord of All Changes, he had long been accustomed to this inevitable development.

No plan is guaranteed to succeed, and no goal is guaranteed to be achieved... Isn't that true even for a conspiracy orchestrated by the mastermind himself?

He once plotted the death of the Emperor and the birth of the Dark Lord in Terra... but it ultimately turned into the death of Sanguis and the birth of the Cursed. But did the Lord of Change really fail at the last hurdle?

No, the desired outcome may not necessarily be the best; in fact, for them, the benefits of the process far outweigh the results.

Perhaps Tzeentch failed to kill the Emperor, but keeping the human empire in a state of neither life nor death for 10,000 years was far more beneficial than the human empire exploding directly!

Look at the past ten thousand years, how much nourishment the empire of corpses has brought to Chaos...

How many sacrifices have been offered to the ever-changing Lord by the constant changes of millions of planets?

Therefore, when it comes to change, we should not pursue the desired outcome, but rather focus on the positive changes that the process brings us.

Carlos understood this clearly, but Magnus did not. Carlos mocked the demonic Primarch with disdain. Even though he was stronger than him, Magnus had never truly grasped the meaning of change.

Carlos has run away, but Magnus is still stubbornly trying to salvage the situation.

"Nonsense—I haven't lost yet, I haven't lost yet!!"

Red-eyed Oglin kicked away Senko in front of him and angrily walked to Tizka's control panel, pressing his huge hands onto the crimson sphere!

Since Leon is so ruthless, how can Magnus fall behind?

Since you're so eager to bombard the Terra orbit, then I'll grant your wish!

Magnus is preparing to activate the Tizka and rush directly into the airspace above Terra before unleashing the devastating weapon!

He's going to blow up Terra!

Magnus knew that if he did this, he would definitely be crushed by Leon, but so what?

If he dies, he can simply return to the Warp and be resurrected in a matter of seconds, but if the Empire loses Terra, that's a different story.

This was absolutely not part of the plan, and Tzeentch would not have supported Magnus doing so. For the Four Gods, destroying the Golden Throne at this time would not be a worthwhile deal.

But Magnus is not Tzeentch's Archdeacon. Even though he is controlled by the Master of Changes like a puppet, he still retains his own freedom.

The colossal pyramid was about to begin construction, but at that moment, with a slight fluctuation in the network portal, a figure suddenly rushed out of the network and arrived behind Magnus at the speed of light!

“Magnus, it’s been a long time.”

A deep, resonant voice, and a cold blade crackling with white electricity pressed against Magnus's back.

The Crimson King's body stiffened, then he slowly turned his head, staring with his single eye at Chagatai Khan in front of him.

"Chagatai, brother... it's been so long since we last met."

Chagatai was speechless. After ten thousand years, he saw his best brother again, and the Khan did not know what to say.

He pointed to the enormous Wizard's Eye on the Great Pyramid of Tizka and mocked...

"Ten thousand years have passed, and you still like this kind of pretentious stuff."

"This is the 'Eye of the Demon King' that I saw in an ancient Terran book."

Magnus narrowed his eyes, and an ethereal voice emanated from his throat...

"Chagatai, you've still chosen to stand on the side of that hypocritical corpse. Even if you, like us, despise him, couldn't you have chosen to step aside and ignore it this time?"

"You are the wind of freedom, the Khan of the steppes. What does the empire have to do with you? For my sake, just stay away from here."

His words caused crystal-like raindrops to fall on the pale ground, as Magnus attempted to influence Chagatai's will with psychic pronouncements.

But to everyone's surprise, Chagatai really put away the White Tiger Blade.

"Let me correct you, I still hate the Empire and our father," Chagatai said calmly.

“I’ve thought that the Cliffside Sector and I might actually break away from the Empire soon… but before that, Magnus, do you really know what the big thing you’re going to do is?”

"Tens of thousands of years have not diminished your arrogance," Chagatai sighed, his eyes peering through the Eagle King's helmet at the Crimson King's grotesque form, a look of disgust twisting his noble face.

"Haven't you suffered enough at Tzeentch's hands all these years? Even Loka is thinking of switching sides, are you still planning to stick with Tzeentch until the end?"

“I will destroy Terra,” Magnus said, his face contorted in pain.