I'm a magnetic field madman

He conquered a thousand worlds in just seven years; his unparalleled military strength was the prerequisite for all of this...

However, the result of an excessive pursuit of efficiency is the instability of the conquered local world regimes.

Regardless of the devastating War of the Diadochi that followed Markarius's death...

Terra later spent far more resources quelling rebellions in those thousand worlds and building pro-Terra regimes on them than the expedition of Marcarius had spent.

Since then, the empire has hardly undertaken any further expansion.

Politics may indeed be dirty, but that doesn't mean that expanding territory without considering the costs is something to be commended.

Guilliman knew that the Empire faced many enemies.

But that is precisely why he needed to separate power from the Empire, allowing the Primarchs to rule their respective territories, establish relatively independent star cluster systems, and then watch over each other until they had finished reforming their respective regimes' internal systems before deciding whether to unify.

Of course, he also knew that it would be even more difficult to reunite the powers that had split off.

But they are the Primarchs, and with their almost endless lifespans, they have enough perseverance and time to accomplish all of this!

"You're looking to the future," Chagatai said calmly.

“Guilliman, you’re looking ahead to the future after our victory. That’s very uncertain, and now is not the time to talk about that.”

“Perhaps so,” Guilliman sighed, looking at the expressionless Corax, the indifferent Angron, the silent Chagatai, and Leon, who had already made his choice.

—It's really good that Dorn isn't here.

Guilliman thought to himself.

142. Your Majesty, you must be a songstress!

Of the loyal Primarchs who can still return, Guilliman is the only one suitable to be Regent.

Or rather, he was the only one who could act as everyone's "Emperor Father" in politics and power.

Just like his idea of ​​Primarchial fiefdom, there were only two loyalists who were capable and qualified to refute him—Leon and Dorne.

Chagatai and Lemanrus never concern themselves with such trivial matters. Corax is capable, but his personality dictates that he won't be the one to lead the change. As for the other Primarchs... it's safe to assume that Angron and Fugen have no standing to discuss politics with Guilliman.

Guilliman knew perfectly well that in the absence of the stubborn and inflexible Dorn, recruiting Leon would make him the undisputed leader. As long as Leon agreed, anything he did, no matter how unorthodox, was permissible!

Just like when he established the Second Reich, Guilliman was always so hesitant and timid... but once he made up his mind to do something, he was incredibly bold.

But the bombing of Terra wasn't really his idea. He might have had the idea of ​​making Leon face the Highlord, then driving him to a blood pressure spike and ultimately turning against him... but things really didn't turn out this way.

In any case, the deed is done, and the empire's disintegration is a foregone conclusion.

These Primarchs have angered all the forces in the Imperium except for the Astartes, but everything will be fine as long as the Emperor speaks up.

Guilliman was so confident that the Emperor would adopt his approach.

After all, the Second Empire was originally built on the Emperor's instructions.

“Our father never cared about the empire, but about humanity… If humanity can build a better future for the galaxy, the existence of the empire is not important.”

Guilliman continued

"Of course, we will go to see Father, only he has the right to judge whether our actions are right or wrong. But brothers, I hope you can look to the future and think about the path of development that we and humanity share."

“I don’t agree with you, Guilliman. But if it’s his idea, then I might stay here like Dorn.”

Corax was silent for a moment, then simply replied...

Neither agreeing nor disagreeing, this was the best answer the Crow King could give.

"Hahaha, praise to the Lord of Change! I didn't expect my brothers to do even better than me!!"

Just then, Magnus suddenly burst into a violent, maniacal laugh. The Crimson King's one eye looked at Guilliman and Leon with a mocking gaze and said maliciously...

"What a wonderful change! Guilliman, Leon, you two are truly Tzeentch's chosen ones! Just like that, you've torn the Empire apart, destroyed the Empire, without us even lifting a finger—"

"Shut up, you traitor!"

Leon slit Magnus's mouth open with his sword, looked at him coldly, and said...

"You will be spending the rest of the time alone with me. Magnus, believe me, you will know where my similarities with Kurtz lie."

"Magnus, repent!!"

What Leon was about to do next was an R18G-level scene that couldn't be described.

However, no one would object; Magnus deserved it no matter what, and even Chagatai just casually added a comment...

"For my sake, Leon, don't kill him. We still need him to clog the toilet."

The group returned to the Glory of Macragge, and as another Glory Queen-class ship arrived in Terra orbit, another large fleet arrived in the Sun Sea via the Webway!

"We're becoming more and more like Horus."

Chagatai looked at the massive alien fleet and said quietly...

“We’d blow Terra to smithereens, then discuss how to rule the Empire, and then bring alien ships to Terra—if word got out, I think our reputation would be worse than Horus's…”

At this point, he glanced at Guilliman and shook his head...

"This is Father's wish. Since he thinks it's acceptable, then let's do it this way," Guilliman said, sounding slightly guilty.

He paused, glanced around, and, not finding Angron anywhere, frowned...

Where did he go?

“Angron? He went to see his alien war lord friend,” Corax said quietly.

"He also said he wanted them to record a video to send to his father or something..."

……

"Hey old salty meat, and all your golden corn, you don't need to cause any trouble for me, I'm here in Terra!"

Outside the throne room in Terra Palace, a video communication, sent through an unknown channel, appeared before Marshal Trajan of the Royal Guard.

Trajan, who had just led his brothers to repel an invasion of magnetic field demons and was now retreating within the palace walls to recuperate, was watching the strange video in front of him with his royal guard brothers, their brows furrowed.

The scene is ambiguous, with only three people in the picture. One is the traitor Angron, and the other two are humans they don't recognize... but they are all wearing cloaks and vests, and their fashion sense is quite poor.

These three guys were just pointing at Trajan, or even the emperor, on the other side of the video, engaging in what could be described as a highly provocative performance art.

Angron stood in the middle, arrogantly introducing the people around him...

"Look who this person is to you! You dare to go against him!"

Blood Shark stepped forward, wielding the Kane Sword, and arrogantly pointed it at the Emperor opposite him...

"I have only two sentences for you: You, come to Terra, I'll be waiting for you."

Angron then began introducing the other person next to him.

"This one is even more impressive! The Eternal Queen! With the three of us here, your state religion, the Inquisition, and that Imperial Guard of Ten Thousand Men, all of you better step aside..."

"Come on, give him a job!"

"Damn it, let's go, ignore it!"

Trajan watched the video, which was full of performance art, and then turned it off expressionlessly...

But to everyone's surprise, this nonsensical provocative performance art was sent again immediately, another email through the Imperial Guard's counter-espionage system—again, from Angron, still there, taunting the Emperor and the Imperial Guard like some kind of charade…

"Your Majesty, you must be the songstress!!"

"Remember what I said, I'm going to curse you out in Terra Palace!"

Trajan read it again, and after confirming that the Imperial Guard inspectors had uncovered a secret spy device belonging to Black Sprout in the palace—he immediately sent another one.

The Imperial Guard Marshal's face instantly turned grim, and the inspectors responsible for investigating and finding loopholes within the palace were even more ashen-faced.

Not only because that traitor publicly insulted the Emperor here, but also because of their serious dereliction of duty.

"What's going on? Are the people outside Terra now traitors instead of loyal Primarchs?"

The captain of the Imperial Guard standing beside Trajan frowned and asked, and Trajan glanced at him... accompanied by Anglon's blasphemous remark, "I'll rip the toilet out of you," and said in a deep voice...

“Robert Guilliman, Leon Al-Jonson, Chagatai Khan, and Corvos Corax—I’m pretty sure these are the four loyal Primarchs who have returned to Terra. As for Angron, whether he’s loyal or not is another matter, but he certainly saw my Lord…”

Although the Imperial Guards were holed up in the palace to protect the emperor, it didn't mean they were completely blind.

On the contrary, their intelligence system is probably the most powerful in the galaxy.

The Imperial Guard does have a retirement system. When any member of the Imperial Guard discovers that their reaction speed has slowed down even slightly…

Even if it were just a second, they would not hesitate to take off their Imperial Guard armor, believing that they were no longer suitable for this duty.

However, retired Imperial Guards do not return to civilian life. Instead, they don black robes and travel throughout the galaxy as "Emperor's Eyes," delivering various intelligence to the Imperial Guard's 10,000-man units.

The Imperial Guard already knew about Angron's intelligence...

They even contacted the 10,000-year-old shield guard captain who came out of the Tarachin Museum and learned all this—

This is why the Royal Guards did nothing despite the attacks on Terra... not only because they understood their duty, but also because they knew they didn't need to worry too much...

"Report on the damage to Terra."

Trajan decided to ignore Angron's provocations, which were just like those of a clown, and instead inquired about more important information...

"Sixty-two-thirds of Terra's surface has been completely scorched, and the fortress city's defense system is nearing complete collapse."

Exhaling heavy breaths, the Emperor's Eye, draped in a black robe and having entered the palace from who-knows-where, reported in a low voice.

"The Terran Senate is within range of the attack, but the High Lords are currently in good condition—however, the remaining fighting force on Terra is basically wiped out."

Trajan nodded slightly, his aged and weathered face bearing the indignant intelligence. The widespread destruction of Terra not only represented the collapse of the Empire's vital forces, but also the disappearance of many precious things that had been passed down for millennia.

But the losses were still within acceptable limits—in fact, the Imperial Guard's ideology was very similar to Leon's...

They also believed that Terra should not have so many churches and luxurious buildings for the wealthy and powerful to live in.

Even though most of the Imperial Guard were born into noble families in Terra...

But the moment they became the Emperor's personal guards, they gave up all attachment to the past.

Moreover, the most precious things on Terra are always kept in the Royal Palace... whether it's the Forbidden Fortress, the Deep Vault, or the Sanctuary Library... these places that house the truly dangerous and valuable items are always inside the Royal Palace.

As long as these items remain intact and have not been released, Terra's losses are still within acceptable limits.

Of course, this is only from the perspective of the Imperial Guard; for others, even high lords...

They still consider the items they have collected outside the Terra Palace to be indispensable treasures of the Empire.

Trajan would not condemn Leon, not because he was the emperor's son, but because he had done nothing wrong.

Although Terra has burned, the Star Torch has been reignited, the Chaos has been dispelled, and even those troublesome Magnetic Demons are retreating.

Aside from the Emperor, there was nothing else in the galaxy that they needed to be passionately concerned about.

"The Highlords Council is trying to make contact with us," the Emperor's Eye said quietly.

"The High Lords, led by the Minister of the Interior, Talion, are trying to persuade us to activate the final anti-rebellion plan, to issue a proclamation of rebellion to all Imperial worlds in the galaxy through the Star Torch, calling on them to return to Terra to fight the rebels."

"Ignore them," Trajan said calmly.

"The Highlord Council system lasted for ten thousand years, but it came to an end when the Primarchs arrived on Terra. We don't need to pay attention to them anymore, nor do we need another siege of Terra."

"The Highlord Council system was established by our Lord!" the Shield Guard company commander said solemnly.

"Lord Trajan, may we assume that you are denying the will of our Lord!"

“Not a denial, Supilulius,” Trajan said calmly, looking at his brother.

"The final decision rests with our Lord, and until then, our only task is to protect our Lord from harm. Everything else must yield to our duty, including upholding the commands left by our Lord."

Trajan didn't curse anyone, yet he silenced all the guards present with shame and anger.

The meaning of the Grand Marshal of the Imperial Guard was that they were no longer sufficient to protect the Emperor from the power of the Primarch.

But that's what it is.

The Imperial Guard were perfect humans designed by the Emperor himself; they possessed knowledge and talents encompassing all aspects of human society.

From writers to architects, from engineers to scientists, their genes were perfectly regulated... and their lifespans themselves are creations that are closest to the golden age of humankind.

Unfortunately, it's nothing in the face of a rotating magnetic field!

Absolute violence is the ability to easily destroy everything complex and beautiful...

The Imperial Guard, which the Emperor deems flawed in both magnetic and spiritual powers, is, frankly, outdated.

Let alone the Primarchs, even the Imperial Guard struggled to protect their Emperor from those magnetic field demons.