I'm a magnetic field madman

He preferred the Emperor to say bluntly that he simply viewed the Primarchs as a useful tool...

Because if that's the case, Angron can actually accept the cruelty he showed to himself in Nukelia.

It's simply a matter of feeling sorry for a useful tool going to waste, so they just decided to make use of it.

But seeing the magnificent Terra palace and the sacred murals depicting emperors, Angron gained a new understanding.

Perhaps, simply put, the Emperor was a super psychopath?

Look at the state he has created for the palace. Even though many things here were added by those who blindly believed him over the past ten thousand years, Anglong knows that much of the main part was created with the emperor's permission and even under his personal supervision.

This man, who kept saying he wasn't God, and who burned down the last Catholic church at the very end of his expedition, did everything he did that was damn religiously motivated—

He was Saint George, the dragon slayer; he named his son's legion the Angels; he adorned his empire with countless religious allegorical motifs; his children were the Son and the Holy Spirit, and he was the Father; his son, who sacrificed himself for him, even had a special holiday dedicated to him.

He liked to paint his palace with sacred gold, coat his blades with holy anointing from religious rites, and he performed ancient and lengthy Hajj rites for himself…

He even allowed a grotesque creature like a "child angel" to exist around him.

He launched a crusade called "Imperial Truth," using the banner of reason to carry out what was in reality a form of religious persecution...

He used lies to create a false god called "science" and attempted to distort the truth of the world.

Angron didn't want to condemn the Emperor's actions; what he did was right, truly. Because humanity is so fragile and fickle, they need a false religion to keep their fragile sanity away from the harsh truth.

But this is precisely why the emperor's offspring ultimately could not understand him.

His every action is fragmented, as if countless hands are manipulating the person called the Emperor to perform completely different actions, making his every move seem so fragmented.

Loka, that scumbag, was right about one thing: he made so many religious allusions during the Emperor's reign...

And after each expedition, he never hesitated to use the psychic veil to portray himself as a "golden, huge, powerful, and perfect" savior, making his denial of his divine actions seem so pale.

The entire empire had already begun worshipping him even before he sat on the toilet. The former Holy Temple faction of the Savior Emperor originated in Terra and quickly shattered the lie of the Empire's truth, becoming the widely accepted truth by everyone in the galaxy.

Perhaps becoming a god was the second path he had chosen for himself?

But without such a conspiracy theory, Angron would find the truth he was speculating about to be quite simple and ridiculous.

"Hahaha, the Lord of Humanity, the Great God-Emperor, is actually the greatest schizophrenic in human history, the most insane lunatic ever!!"

Uncontrollable laughter erupted, and Anglong's laughter also triggered Bai Qianshuang's own laughter, because the joke was indeed very funny!

Anglon's provocation and insult to the Emperor were almost unbearable for the Imperial Guards—they pointed their weapons at Anglon, ready to strike down this shameless traitor and cleanse their monarch of his insults!

"Okay, I've laughed enough."

Angron stopped laughing and looked at Guilliman, who remained expressionless, with a playful expression...

“Guilliman, you’ve been denying the so-called divinity. But the fact is, our father became a god, so we can’t escape a similar fate. Of course, someone like me might escape it, but you, tsk tsk tsk.”

"Horus is the most likely to become the second god of mankind, Saint Gilles is the third, and now, Guilliman, you are the next one!"

"Angron, do you really have to go crazy here?"

“If I don’t act crazy here, will you really allow me to rush over and slap that bastard?” Angron looked at Trajan with a mocking expression.

"Even if this was a deal I made with him?"

"Kill him!!"

Trajan gave the order instantly, but Angron was even faster than them!

"Get out of here!!"

Without hesitation, the magnetic force emanating from Angron instantly sent all the Imperial Guards flying!

Similarly, he immediately triggered the defense devices inside the palace.

As the sky gradually darkened, a powerful void force field was about to completely cover this place... But could a mere void shield stop Angron?

Absolutely not, absolutely not!!

Thunderbolt that shatters the gods!!

Without hesitation, he unleashed a strike at the void shield that covered the sky...

The powerful antimatter force instantly shattered the maximum power limit that the void shield could contain!

Beneath that shattered space bubble, Angron was about to do what he had said he would do!

Just as he was about to head straight for the throne room, Guilliman blocked his way and said in a deep voice.

“Angron, your irrationality will only make things worse.”

"The end? Guilliman, I was never one of you from the start. I'm going to slap that piece of junk in the face, but as for anything else—I never promised anything."

Angron brandished his black sword and grinned maliciously...

"Don't mistake me for your so-called 'brother,' Guilliman. Emotions, rules, ideals—these things he used to bind you cannot bind me! I am free, Guilliman, truly free."

What should Guilliman do at this moment?

Are we supposed to debate with Anglon about what true freedom really is?

That's meaningless, just like how Angron once debated with Guilliman about what true honor was during the Great Crusade.

But he is completely different from the crazy and foolish Angron of the past, who didn't even know what he was saying!

This Anglon has his own set of genuine logic, regardless of how outsiders refute his understanding and perception of freedom.

He always put his principles into practice through his own actions.

If you say you're going to slap the emperor, then you really have to slap him!

Everything here annoyed him, so he had to do something to make himself happy!

The core principle is nothing more than doing whatever you want... but that's precisely why it's a principle that no debate can defeat.

When the unreasonable prevail over reason, that is the law of cause and effect!

Guilliman laid down his weapon; he had no intention of fighting Angron here. Not out of fear, but because there was no need.

To put it bluntly, slapping an emperor is nothing.

It would be more appropriate if Angron could calm down his unreasonable behavior—or, to put it another way, the Emperor should also be slapped.

"When will your grand investiture of prime ministers from six kingdoms be over?"

The Eternal King, the ruler of the Eldar, rather tastelessly picked at his ear and looked at the Imperial Guard arriving in the distance on hovercrafts, saying...

"If we keep wasting time, who knows if things will turn out exactly as that blue mudfish imagined..."

Guilliman gave him a deep look, then rushed with Angron into the deepest part of Terra Palace—thanks to this bastard, he now had to break into the palace like an assassin!

After triggering countless alarms, destroying countless defensive obstacles, and repelling wave after wave of Imperial Guards, they finally reached their destination—

Before me was a ladder leading to a door.

Guilliman and his two companions stood before the throne room. In the face of this magnificent gate, even the Primarch's existence seemed insignificant.

The distant tolling of bells echoed throughout the entire sanctuary, and countless eyes were fixed on the silent opening of the throne room doors, through which countless mixed sighs drifted.

Through the slowly opening door, the intruder could only glimpse deep darkness and pervasive mist. The mist coiled around the Primarchs' bodies like serpents and spread to the steps behind them, from which ethereal and sorrowful whispers could be faintly heard.

Before this majestic throne room, the Primarch, having already arrived at his destination, hesitated.

They already knew in their hearts what it was like inside... but that's precisely why they hesitated and felt a deep-seated resistance.

Because that truth may be too heavy and cruel, or perhaps, after ten thousand years, what was once real has now become an unbearable reality.

Guilliman was filled with fear, afraid of what he was about to discover.

Is his father dead?

Was he still of his mind? Could he still speak? When he was allowed to go to the throne, he was as if he had gone to his adoptive father's funeral, hoping for peace, but his heart was overwhelmed by grief.

But in the end, they went inside, into that cruel, sorrowful, and terrifying reality.

At first glance, all they saw was that terrifying, dazzling golden yellow that seemed to steal all eyes.

It's as if this millennia-old faith has constantly emphasized and embellished his existence...

The magnificent golden light repeatedly emphasized the emperor's supreme divinity.

That light had stolen all sight, just as that blind faith had robbed the empire of any rationality it once possessed.

Even the Primarch must use the rationality and thought of his own soul to penetrate that illusory golden radiance and to glimpse the truth hidden beneath the abyss of faith.

Then they saw a huge machine.

A massive, dying, cruel torture machine.

Countless cables and pipes stretched from the gleaming golden throne to the ground, to the sky, and to every corner of this vast space. But what flowed from those pipes was not physical matter.

It doesn't flow, it gives; the pipeline is constantly draining the soul from the throne... using the cruelest torture to maintain a radiant light shining in the warp.

This is a torment that transcends both the physical and mental. If the soul is a skin, then the role of the Golden Throne is to stretch that skin continuously, making it shine the brightest in the warp in the most painful way.

Inhuman torture has long surpassed the limits of pain; compared to it, even the torture inflicted by the Blood Demons seems like a gentle breeze.

However, all of this is merely the experience that the person on the throne undergoes every moment.

Death is not a bad outcome, at least for those bound to the throne, it is a great pleasure and joy.

But unfortunately, he will never rest in peace, because he will not allow himself to rest in peace.

Guilliman strained his eyes, peering through all the terrifying light, and finally—he saw him.

Emperor of mankind

A long-decayed corpse.

145. The biggest madman in human history

A shriveled corpse surrounded the creaking, low-pitched machine. His sword lay flat on his lap. A sense of sorrow pervaded the air.

The thing on the golden throne could no longer be called life... it was nothing more than a decaying skeleton covered with a human skin. Even by the standards of chaotic evil beings, it did not seem like a living thing.

Honestly, even the Necromancer in space seemed more like a living thing than him.

But the emperor still lived, as a rotting corpse, as a dead man.

He didn't waver between life and death like Guilliman had; he was already dead but still allowed himself to live, experiencing the pain of death through the feeling of being alive.

The price paid to prolong the Emperor's life disgusted the Primarchs—if he could even be considered alive.

Guilliman reached out his hand, his fingers trembling, as he attempted to use Cell Recombination on the Emperor… but his intuition told him that it would be useless.

The emperor's downfall was not due to physical harm...

That body was merely a vessel to hold his power and ultimately sustain his existence.

Even so, he won't die.

However, without power surpassing his current level, it will never be possible to restore him.

Guilliman gazed at the Emperor, while Angron looked at the figure beneath the Emperor's throne.

Even though he was completely wrapped in a black robe, Angron recognized him immediately.

"Luo Jia?"

“I told you we’d see each other soon, brother.”

With a pale face, Loka took off his hood and smiled kindly at Angron. He looked no different from when he was still human, still with scriptures written all over his body.

He gained a completely new identity and a completely new body.

The Emperor's power cleansed Logar's soul, which was filled with warp energy—this was not difficult, after all, Logar was a demon prince of chaos.

Chaos without division means that it is neither favored by any evil god nor completely possessed by the power of any evil god.

His soul was cleansed again by the Emperor, but he was no longer given a physical body to walk in.

Because of Loka's mission, his future will be confined to this small throne room.

This is the mission entrusted to Luo Jia, and also a punishment for the mistakes he has made.

But judging from Luo Jia's behavior, he seems to be drawn to the orders and punishments from the "God Emperor".

"Looks like you're doing pretty well."

“Yes, it’s excellent.” Ignoring Guilliman’s disgusted and wary gaze, Loka showed the book in his hand and laughed cheerfully…

"He even allowed me to tamper with the 10.0 version of the Emperor's Word... and I think it won't be long before it spreads throughout the galaxy."