I'm a magnetic field madman

"How can you have such a grand plan, yet such a limited vision? I've never been able to understand it."

Chagatai shrugged and said that the magnetic field was churning as it gathered around his tilted White Tiger Blade...

"Whether you like it or not, these are what the true power of the physical universe should look like. Psychic energy is a good thing, but if you have to get mixed up with those monsters and demons to use it well, then I'd rather use this."

Chagatai paused, looked at Magnus who hadn't spoken, and suddenly grinned...

"Oh, I see. So you never actually learned how to use it."

"Chagatai, you're still as foul-mouthed as you were ten thousand years ago!!" Magnus roared, his anger overflowing.

"Now, this is your last chance. Stay away from me! Considering I haven't let Qianzi bother your White Scar for ten thousand years!"

"Are you begging me?" Chagatai said sarcastically.

"Alright, I grant your request. I won't lay a hand on you—but I can't guarantee anything about them."

As soon as Chagatai finished speaking, Magnus felt a chill run down his spine almost instantly. Chagatai disappeared before his eyes with a white flash of lightning, and at the same time, a powerful melody suddenly rang out.

It seems to be a very old song; I'm not sure of its origin.

And this sacred hymn, sung by the most devout nuns, brought with it a golden radiance of spiritual energy.

The light thwarted Magnus's attempt to escape, while lunar dust swirled in a sudden vortex as the teleporting energy seized it. A bright light flashed, transporting them from their safe warship!

And who was the expert who appeared behind him?

When Magnus turned around with a stiff expression—

"Magnus!"

The voice, filled with boundless rage and murderous intent, instantly reminded Magnus of the Emperor's voice when he smashed the Terra Net!

And the sound that came from—whoosh!!—was actually from four huge men wearing heavy armor!!

Guilliman, Corax, Chagatai, and Leon—their angry eyes, surging killing intent, and brewing magnetic field power already indicated that they were among the best of the Primarchs!

Each of them has their own unique strengths, their own special skills, their own secret weapons, and they all bring Magnus unexpected surprises!

"Wow wow wow!"

Looking at his four brothers, Magnus felt more terrified than if he were facing a billion Sisters of Silence... much more terrifying!

"Don't worry, Magnus, I won't hit you. Although I really want to, there are plenty of people here who want to hit you even more than I do."

Chagatai shrugged and withdrew from the group of "Loyal Head Four"...

Meanwhile, Angron, who was watching the commotion alongside Blood Shark, also gave Magnus a helpless look before standing there happily watching the show.

"Bullshit—Corax, what the hell are you doing here?!" Magnus gritted his teeth and said.

"Your evil magic failed to banish me," the Dark Raven Primarch, billowing with black smoke like a ball of shadows, said in a cold tone.

“I’ve been blocking Luo Jia’s door for ten thousand years, and I have quite a few of his parts in my body. When my father went to meet that alien goddess, he also brought me back.”

He stretched out his blade-like wings, which had completely transformed into a subspace form, and said coldly...

"It's time, Magnus, the agonizing time."

141. Primarchy Feudal Empire

"You won't catch me!!"

Filled with despair and fear, Magnus plunged his glass blade downwards. Multicolored flames erupted from its edge, engulfing Guilliman and the bedrock he stood on. Moon dust crackled and exploded upwards. Flames danced on the scrap metal!

Magnus didn't think he could beat these four guys, not to mention Chagatai and Angron were also there—even if Tzeentch possessed him, he shouldn't even dream of winning.

Magnus wasn't unfamiliar with these guys; he had dealt with Corax not long ago.

He almost didn't make it back alive...

It's pathetic that he was just mocking Lorca for having his door blocked by Corax for ten thousand years...

As a result, he almost got eaten alive by Corax, who had awakened his Primarch nature for ten thousand years!

He definitely couldn't win against four against one, and he wasn't even confident he could beat anyone except Guilliman in a one-on-one fight, so of course he planned to just run away!

The nuns' chanting of sacred hymns suppressed him, but not completely.

The enormous wizard's eye on Tizka is where he stored a large number of demon souls, ready to be crushed and used at any time!

Magnus has already devised a tactical plan—first, hold back the weakest player, Guilliman, and then make a run for it!

With primal power, Magnus flew downwards, pouring the warp fire into his brother's body!

His armor was burning with intense heat.

Sparks erupted from the overloaded systems of his power armor, scorching Guilliman's fragile flesh!

His brother is most afraid of psionic energy, and Magnus estimates that this attack will at least leave Guilliman unable to get up!

but……

"Second Reich!"

Without hesitation, the Lion King and the Angel God of War instantly appeared beside Guilliman. Before Magnus could react to the two suddenly appearing "brothers," he was punched in the face!

"Cuck!!"

What the hell is this thing?!

With a scream, Magnus's horns, which had grown from the subspace energy, were instantly shattered!

The pair of colorful wings behind him were violently grabbed and torn apart by Saint Gilles!

Pain was beyond description; it was a soul-wrenching feeling... But the attack was clearly not over yet. The instant Guilliman made his move, Corax also flashed behind Magnus.

"Gah!"

The cawing of crows filled the air, and Corax vanished into a puddle of shadow...

Immediately afterwards, Magnus felt countless crows pecking at his flesh!

"This pain cannot even atone for one trillion of the sins you have committed."

"Korax said in a sinister tone, then began to devour Magnus's body even more violently..."

"Quack, get out of my way!!"

The demon prince shrieked, and with a gesture of his ghostly claws, he instantly tore through hundreds of tons of machinery from the nearby wreckage.

Then this massive thing crashed in like a comet, trying to bury Corax completely under an avalanche of broken metal!

"Magnus, you have caused the deaths of hundreds of billions of people on Terra. How will you ever repay this debt that you can never repay?"

The hundreds of tons of metal didn't fly over because Guilliman blasted them apart in mid-air with a single Extreme Explosive Punch!

The Son of Vengeance gazed at the burning Terra and coldly addressed Magnus…

"It was Leon who did it!!"

Magnus shrieked, the excruciating pain pecking at his soul making his already fractured mind even more erratic, his speech becoming incoherent.

"I just wanted to extinguish the Star Torch, what did I do wrong?!"

The agony of having his soul devoured by Corax left Magnus without the capacity to even think, leading him to utter such bewildered words.

Magnus may seem to be the wisest of all the demonic principalities... but in reality, his madness is arguably on par with Angron's.

His soul had long been shattered into pieces; now, only the piece of anger remained to dominate.

The excruciating pain in his soul aggravated his incompleteness and made his madness and folly even more conspicuous.

Magnus conjured a deadly ball of warp energy and hurled it at his brother with all his might... but the blow was caught by a hand and then crushed.

"That's enough, Corax, Guilliman, leave this to me."

Leon, who hadn't uttered a single word from beginning to end, calmly spoke after crushing Magnus's power...

"You can handle Terra's problems, and leave Magnus to me."

"That's easy to say. You've turned Terra into a second Krieg, so how can it be considered a mess?" Chagatai shrugged, looking at the burning Terra...

"They've clearly lost even their stall."

"You've gone too far, Leon!"

Guilliman disbanded the Second Reich, gazing upon his burning homeworld...

Even the usually composed him was shocked and enraged by Leon's crazy and overly radical choices.

Most importantly—he's the one who has to clean up this mess, but Guilliman has no idea how to clean up this… ruins where nothing is left!

“I only did what was necessary,” Leon said, looking at his brother expressionlessly.

"All we need to do is maintain the integrity of the Star Torch and the Palace; nothing else matters. And Guilliman, you and I both know this could be an opportunity."

Guilliman's heart skipped a beat. He didn't speak, but Kolax frowned and said...

"Leon, what do you mean by that?"

"The Empire has reached the end of its life," Leon said bluntly.

“Even if Father wakes up, even if we return, the Empire cannot get any better. If we can win the wars in the future, I think the current Empire might be better off broken up.”

He stared at Corax's pale face and said bluntly...

“What I mean is, the division of imperial power, with the Primarch ruling in fiefdoms.”

In the deep silence of the night, Leon's shocking words left everyone speechless.

Primarchic fiefdom? Divide the empire? After the orbital bombardment of Terra, does Leon intend to finish what Horus didn't do?

“Leon, you made me feel like Horus was speaking to me just now.” Corax’s eerie voice broke the silence.

“Leon, this isn’t the kind of question you would think about.”

“It was my suggestion.” Guilliman paused for a moment, then sighed and stepped forward…

He no longer intends to hide the issue of the Second Reich... If only his brother returns, he worries that he won't be able to resolve the turmoil caused by his dark past due to being overwhelmed.

But with so many of the brothers returning, things have to be different.

Now that things have come to this, Guilliman doesn't care even if the secrets of the Second Reich are exposed.

What he did was in the interest of humanity and even more so in the will of the emperor. Only the emperor had the right to condemn him, but the emperor himself would only think that what he did was right.

“When I wrote the Astartes, I hoped that there would not be a second Horus to destroy everything we had built. At that time, I believed in my father and in everything he believed.”

Guilliman gazed at his brothers and said earnestly and firmly…

"But as it turns out, ten thousand years later, the regimes established by mortals have not been able to govern all of this any better."

I've thought about whether we could have done better if we were in your shoes, but perhaps we couldn't, because our strength is still limited.

Guilliman spread his hands, facing the burning Terra, as if trying to embrace the entire human world of the galaxy...

"The Empire is too vast, and we have far too many enemies. There are countless human worlds in the galaxy that those on Terra can never fully govern. Many times, it is not our enemies that destroy the foundation of the Empire, but the Empire's own people!"

"If such a bloated behemoth cannot avoid its inevitable demise... then perhaps we should go with the flow, let it be divided, so that our strength can be more concentrated, and make it... better."

Guilliman's point was simple: the Empire was too vast, and he didn't think the Primarch's return would change anything.

Ultimately, the Primarchs were not gods. Even with the Emperor and Macardo, they still couldn't handle the countless complexities of the Empire perfectly and still needed to rely on the intricate political system below.

The system that the empire has developed over the past ten thousand years, extending from its original political structure, has become so complex that even Tzeentch and the Demon cannot comprehend it... It might take months just to name all the departments.

As is well known, the more complex a political system is, the less efficient it becomes.

Behind the intricate political system lies an even more complex network of interests and parasites that infest it.

Guilliman did not intend to split or betray the Empire... Ultimately, his proposed Primarchy system was simply to divide the Empire into several relatively independent entities for further governance.

There's nothing wrong with that; the Emperor envisioned that the human empire would undergo a transformation and division after the Great Crusade.

Even the regimes established during humanity's golden age tended towards decentralized federalism... because even in that era of miraculous technological advancements...

Ruling an entire galaxy remains a miraculous act beyond comprehension and even impossible.

It's not that everything is good when it's "unified"... Even when humans were still in Terra, they had already explored the concept of "expansion limits".

When the framework of authoritarian rule reaches its limit, and central political and military power is unable to effectively govern the territory...

Excessive territorial expansion becomes a drain on a whole, rather than nourishment for its survival.

Makarius's expedition brought the human empire a thousand worlds of territory... but in the eyes of the Terran central government, the trouble Makarius brought them far outweighed the benefits.