I'm a magnetic field madman

If Leon hadn't relentlessly bombarded Terra, thus dispelling the chaos...

Those magnetic field demons that have evolved from the billions of Terrans will eventually breach the palace!

Could the Imperial Guard, with its vast numbers of soldiers, truly protect their monarch at that time, facing enemies far more powerful and terrifying than the Great Demon, enemies that even the Silent Sisters could not effectively subdue...?

The Imperial Guard even had to achieve a shameful exchange rate of five to one or even ten to one... Yet even so, they could not stop these monsters from wreaking havoc!

This negated their actions from the very essence of their duty, making any member of the Imperial Guard feel the ultimate insult, the ultimate humiliation!

"I will make this suggestion to my Lord after the Primarch and my Lord have finished their meeting."

Trajan looked at his utterly humiliated brothers in the Imperial Guard and said softly…

“We need more power to protect our Lord, we need this… magnetic field to rotate.”

143. The Theory of Imperial Mental Illness

After dealing with Magnus and the trouble he caused, the remaining problems were easily solved.

Leon ordered the twenty-two Eclipse-class Star Destroyers to immediately withdraw from Terra, while simultaneously placing Corax in command to form a pincer movement to surround the Eldar warships and prevent these aliens from plotting anything.

Meanwhile, the Solar Navy forces that came to Terra from Mars to provide support, as well as the Mountain Fist and Imperial Fist chapters that had returned urgently from their warp travels, had also arrived.

The two sides nearly broke out into another war, especially after seeing the alien warships and Terra almost burned to ashes by the fleet hovering above it.

Even the Imperial Fist Chapter was shocked to see Terra, which they had protected for ten thousand years, reduced to this wretched state...

Even knowing that the opponent was a Primarch, these Astartes still had the urge to rush up and kill.

It was fortunate that the Black Temple wasn't the one that appeared here; otherwise, given the fanatical behavior of those black orcs, another battle between the two sides would have been almost inevitable.

It was Guilliman who, through his powerful oratory and political skills, and by using numerous Primarchies and the Imperial secret service that had submitted to him as collateral, temporarily halted this unnecessary conflict.

However, it was the Custodians who ultimately confirmed that the Primarchs were not rebels.

After all, some things are simply inexplicable... Even though he tried his best to explain the necessity of Leon's orbital bombardment of Terra, the idea of ​​teaming up with the Xenomorphs was simply absurd.

If they weren't Primarchs, that alone would be enough to get them beaten up by bomb guns for ten thousand years.

After rejecting the agreement of the Terra Highlords, Grand Marshal Trajan of the Guard immediately responded to the Primarch's call... A landing craft carrying the Grand Marshal and his Companions arrived above the moon.

The landing craft descended from the high-altitude orbit to the ground, its bright gold body gleaming with dazzling light...

Its descent, with pillars of fire shooting from its wings, is reminiscent of a giant imperial two-headed eagle slowly landing; its heavy, sharp landing gear touches the surface of the moon.

The Imperial Guard strode out of the boarding gate, then joined the Primarchs and other leaders of the Imperium forces confronting each other on the moon, forming orderly ranks on both sides of the road...

He fulfilled his role as the Emperor's honor guard, conveying the message of support for the Primarchs.

They arrived on the moon and, with a few words, persuaded the Imperial Fist Commander, the Lord of the Mountain Formation, the Acting Admiral of the Solar Navy, and the Forging General's agent who came to demand an explanation.

All of this was at the Emperor's behest.

This includes bombing Terra, ending the Chaos Contamination, becoming an enemy of the Solar Navy, and even allowing the Xenomorph fleet to enter the Solar System.

All of this was ordered by the Emperor.

It was utterly unbelievable, but coming from the mouth of the Imperial Guard Marshal, there was no room for doubt.

Because they are the Imperial Guard, the Emperor's personal guard, for whom no traitor has ever emerged. Throughout the Empire, nuns have fallen, the Church has betrayed, and even canonized saints may be in disguise as demons, but the Imperial Guard alone enjoys complete trust.

They may be the only people in the last ten thousand years who have been able to hear the Emperor's voice... If such a group of beings betrays the Emperor, the Empire may be doomed.

Therefore, even though they were extremely resentful, these people had no choice but to stop their unnecessary hostile actions...

And even to stop those forces outside the Sun Starfield that might obey the High Lords' orders and come to disturb the Primarchs.

For example, a certain Minotaur warband, arriving late, attempted to forcefully break through the Solar Navy's blockade.

Corax simply took a stroll around and solved all the problems.

However, not all forces in the Solar System are hostile to the Primarchs; the Forging General of Mars is an exception.

Mars Forging General Wood Udia Laski showed great interest in the "otherworldly battleships" that Leon brought back, but was furious when he learned that the ships were controlled by AI.

He stated that this act of activating the Abomination Intelligence, a serious violation of the Crimson Protocol, must be criticized and controlled—but given that the ship was not a creation of the Primarch, he decided to leave it aside for now.

But Mars must carefully examine these dangerous relics!

Leon generously allocated seven Eclipse-class ships to Mars, not because he was particularly magnanimous, but simply because he didn't want to offend these tech enthusiasts.

Perhaps in some people's eyes, the Mechanicus, with its academic style and mystical aura, is a nobody in the empire, seemingly not as powerful as the state religion and the Inquisition—but to think so is to be utterly foolish.

One side of the Empire's double-headed eagle will always belong to the Cult of Mechanics, even if that was a decision made during the early days of the Emperor's rise... but the power of Mars has always been relatively independent within the Empire!

The interior of Mars is the only force that the Inquisition and the State Church can absolutely not interfere with... Even some of the founding groups of the Inquisition can infiltrate, but even if you mix sand into Mars, it won't change anything.

During the War of the Beasts, the Mechanicus even considered abandoning their mission and splitting up with the Empire. You can laugh at these old fogies for being old-fashioned, but you absolutely cannot laugh at their abilities.

Leon, entrusted by the Emperor with the mission of overseeing the Cult of Mechanics, was well aware of this... yet he was actually the Primarch who had a relatively good relationship with the Cult of Mechanics—

This is quite interesting; even the Stone Masters within the Dark Angels who have trained on Mars hold higher positions than those in other chapters, despite being unable to join…

Within the inner circle, one is not even allowed to leave the Boulder unless absolutely necessary... but power and status are extremely high within the chapter.

The reason for handing over the Eclipse-class battleships to the Cult of Mechanics was twofold: to consolidate political power for the Primarchs' future reforms, and Leon also hoped to use them to divert the Cult of Mechanics' attention.

He didn't want those bastards to get their hands on the even more deadly stuff inside the boulder...

Having resolved these disgusting political problems, they finally embarked on the final journey to Terra.

Corax and Chagatai chose to stay, Leon was going to continue torturing Magnus, and only Guilliman was going—along with Angron and his cheerful companions, of course.

The Eldar are not allowed to set foot on Terra; this is the final line set by the humans—even the Custodians do not want to suffer the humiliation of having these pointy-eared creatures invade the palace any longer.

Although such humiliation has occurred at least three times in the past ten thousand years.

"I say, why are you looking at us like we're prisoners?"

Bai Qianshuang crossed her arms and looked at Trajan and the golden corn with slight displeasure, saying...

"Dare to challenge me?!"

Without saying a word, the group of Golden Corns stood there motionless like statues, while Angron looked at them with a mocking expression...

Guilliman, standing nearby, frantically gestured with his eyes for him not to say that thing here.

He had finally managed to resolve the issues with the Imperial Guard and Terra... and he certainly didn't want Angron discussing slapping the Emperor right now...

The landing craft began its final landing trajectory, and Terra's form gradually magnified in everyone's eyes—

This is a bloated giant whose natural resources have long been depleted, whose oceans dried up long ago, and as far as the eye can see, there is nothing to see except dense cities.

Under Leon's orbital bombardment, the city collapsed into ruins, but its bloated and pathetic state remained unchanged. It had simply transformed from an orderly junkyard into a chaotic one.

"Wow, the land here is even worse than the land where I am."

Bai Qianshuang looked at the rotten, ashes Terra and grinned as she said...

"What is Terra like in your world?" Guilliman asked curiously.

"Hmm—an end-of-the-century art style?" Bai Qianshuang thought for a moment, then shrugged...

"It can only be said that the level of urbanization is very low, and most of the areas are natural areas without cities or population settlements. However, due to various magnetic field beasts and other reasons, the wild is not suitable for human habitation."

"The total population of the world is less than a billion. The land is constantly embroiled in civil war, with various war gods fighting each other without any respect for one another—in short, it's no different from your world."

Yes, there is no difference. The only difference between a war in their universe and a war in this universe is their scale.

Even if it's their own home planet, people don't really cherish it.

Only the strong can determine the scale and outcome of war, but who cares about the damn environment when those who become strong and decide their own fate end up?

Guilliman said no more; discussions about human nature and humanity always tend to lead to a disheartening conclusion.

They reached the former Lion's Gate, but it had become a burning ruin, along with much of Terra that had been invaded by Chaos.

Guilliman looked there with a touch of sadness. Regardless of whether Leon's actions were necessary, he felt no joy at seeing the birthplace of humanity reduced to such a miserable state.

Without lingering, the landing craft headed straight for their destination—the outline of the palace appeared on the horizon, and the palace structure nestled in the mountains gradually became clearer. The most striking feature was the starlight torch that shot out a brilliant light that pierced through the clouds and broke through the sun.

They stepped off the airship and began transferring to a vehicle. Inside the transport ship, they traversed the collapsed Path of Eternity…

The twelve statues of saints, mostly broken, were watching them from there; each one was comparable in size to an emperor-level Titan.

They crossed the long, suspended bridge spanning the canyon, breathing in the sun-obscuring smoke and dust emitted from the workshops and smelters on the rock walls on both sides.

The cannons of the orbital defense platform were fixed on the Primarch's line of guns.

Perhaps countless people who worshipped the Primarchs should have come forward to express their reverence for them along the way, but all of that has vanished into thin air.

Guilliman couldn't help but think about the scene—he wouldn't like it, especially after learning that he and his brother were being worshipped as gods.

Finally, the group arrived safely at the palace—before the pilgrims stood the towering palace gates, adorned with carvings of angels battling demons. The cumbersome, slow transport ships came to a halt, and from there, they began their journey on foot.

Then, Angron lost his patience.

"Ribbit! Damn it, are you guys turtles? Why don't you just fly in and that's it?!"

Angron, scratching his head in frustration, expressed extreme dissatisfaction with the absurd journey involving multiple transfers, and he absolutely hated Terra Palace!

This place always reminded him of when he first ascended to demonhood and attacked Terra, where he severely injured Sanguiles, who then sent him back to the warp. Neither memory was something to be happy about.

However, upon returning to Terra, Angron felt that things had become even worse, and that he loathed it even more.

What he saw was not magnificence, nor artistic beauty, but endless hypocrisy!

A lie embellished with gold!

Moreover, Angron was already getting impatient.

He couldn't wait to give that sorcerer a good slap!

Before Angron could finish speaking, one power halberd after another was already pointed at his body. Trajan stared at the traitor and said coldly...

“You’d better behave yourself, traitor. You have no right to set foot in such a sacred place if not for the approval of our Lord.”

"Ha, holy! Have those salted meat guards turned into a bunch of charlatans after ten thousand years?" Angron grinned mockingly.

"Look here, you've erected so many more statues for him than you did ten thousand years ago. Tsk tsk tsk, look here, how magnificent and sacred it is."

The enormous stained-glass windows, gleaming with golden light, depicted his past achievements; countless eternal candles burned silently in the grand hall, creating a dreamlike atmosphere; angelic children danced in the air, chanting hymns dedicated to the Lord of mankind.

"How beautiful and melodious the hymns of praise lingered, even as Terra burned. How sweet the scent of incense filled the air, even though the stench of burning corpses outside was so pungent."

The ringing of the sermon bells was truly beautiful, and the highly persuasive voice of the Catholic pastor, seated on the preaching platform, conveyed the gospel to the crowd with such nobility.

Anglon deliberately used standard high Gothic pronunciation, full of ancient poetic rhythms—although Anglon was a rough man, he was certainly never lacking in culture.

He even wrote hymns of praise for Khorne when he was Khorne's demon prince!

Angron’s words sounded like genuine praise for the Emperor—but it was rather odd for a former traitor to speak to the Imperial Guard…or perhaps Angron was mocking the Emperor and his Imperial Guard.

After all, the core of this joke lies in—

"He's already dressed himself up as a new God, so why does he shamelessly deny that he's not God?"

Anglong laughed wildly, laughing until his stomach hurt and tears streamed down his face.

"That bastard is a fucking lunatic!!"

144. Meeting the Emperor

Angron is mentally ill, and he has emphasized this more than once.

Each person who becomes a strong force in the magnetic field embodies a different version of themselves.

A self like Leon's is not a free and unrestrained indulgence, but Anglon's is different.

His obsession with freedom was beyond imagination, to the point that even Bai Wujie thought he was a perfect match for the giant shark, whose personality was completely different from his own.

Therefore, the free Anglon is a mentally ill person with unpredictable mood swings.

After all, he's a madman; it's only in line with his image that he's prone to outbursts of madness anytime, anywhere.

"Hahaha, damn it, so our father was a lunatic from beginning to end, hehehe!"

Looking at the magnificent palace, the vast royal palace, the sacred hall, and then at the burning ruins outside, Anglong couldn't help but burst into wild laughter.

He watched all of this as if he were watching the former emperor weigh Nukelia and himself on a scale...

It's like seeing the Emperor's attitude towards his other sons and towards Angron.

He would never accept the Emperor's claim of love for his children—Angron, at least, would never accept it.