I'm a magnetic field madman

The starlight shone even brighter, signifying that more souls were being cast into the burning beacon.

Day and night, the sacrifice of a thousand psionicists never ceases... serving as fuel for the Star Torch and as offerings to the Emperor.

Ten thousand years, three million six hundred and fifty thousand days and nights, greater than the sacrifice of three hundred and fifty million psionicists.

That is the total amount superimposed on the individual soul called the Emperor, a unit of sacrifice offered for ten thousand years by the fanatical believers of the Empire for their god.

Not to mention the countless people of the empire who yearn for and pray day and night.

Ten thousand years ago, the emperor who should have become the king of darkness chose to live a life of suffering, becoming the cursed one who sustained his life for ten thousand years.

He did not become the Lord of Darkness—he became something far more terrifying!

If the Emperor had become the Dark Lord ten thousand years ago, he would have simply killed all of humanity at that time and become the second "Slaanesh"... But now, the amount accumulated over ten thousand years has made him even worse than Slaanesh.

The phrase "the soul returns to the Golden Throne" sounds nice, but in reality, what difference is there between it and the Eldar being devoured by Slaanesh?

In the subspace, all things that can be called gods are largely the same.

God is God, or rather, all gods are evil gods.

Over tens of thousands of years, the souls that returned to the Golden Throne have far exceeded the total number of humans in the entire galaxy ten thousand years ago.

Humans have short lifespans, and this is especially true for those who live in this universe.

The cursed one has become a god even more terrifying than the Lord of Darkness.

Even Isa would feel awe and terror in the face of a true emperor.

Look at what he has become! This kind of emperor is an extreme deity that has never existed since the War of Heaven began.

Fortunately, the Emperor's attack was not directed at Isa, but at Bai Qian Shuang, or rather—

"Hehehehehahaha!!"

Bai Qianshuang let out a low laugh, which then turned into an uncontrollable burst of maniacal laughter!

Bai Qianshuang—no, it should be Bai Wujie—returned to his original body, stretching out his powerful ultimate strength, and mocked the emperor before him…

“I came here right after I escaped from Slaanesh. How could I miss something this interesting?”

"Madman!"

"madman……"

"What is your purpose?"

Countless overlapping voices exploded again—anger, pain, and pleas—voices so cruelly torturous that even the Primarch himself might not have been able to withstand such a shock to the soul.

But this is what the emperor endures, and it is only a tiny, insignificant part of his suffering.

"If I wanted to destroy your empire and slaughter all humanity in this galaxy, it wouldn't take me very long."

Bai Wujie spoke calmly, his toes lightly touching the ground...

The metal in the throne room seemed to come alive, piecing together a metal throne for him.

Because he has already achieved a further enhancement of ultimate power, having passed through Khorne, and now he has even traversed the path of Slaanesh.

Having fully accepted his own perfection and imperfections, and achieved a sublimation of his state of mind, he is actually the ultimate powerhouse.

All he needs to do next is accumulate seniority and wait for time to push his ultimate power to a higher level.

But he didn't plan to go into seclusion like that, because there were still two trials he hadn't finished.

Even though it didn't help improve his mental state, Bai Wujie still wanted to stay in this universe.

The Emperor certainly wouldn't like it; Terra's current state of decline is a reflection of the future of other worlds within the Empire—and it's likely to be even worse, as can be seen with the naked eye.

If Bai Wujie stays for even a second longer, the tearing force of the magnetic field will only become more uncontrollable.

In reality, he has already gone beyond the bounds, but if he stays any longer, he might just cause an unconventional ultimate battle of martial gods in this universe.

Because this universe already has a ready-made ultimate powerhouse—after all, the Emperor himself could become such an ultimate powerhouse.

"But why should I do that?"

Bai Wujie rested his chin on one hand and said with great interest...

"Human emperors, your world doesn't really interest me. It may feel cool, dark, and deep—but I don't like this boring noise."

Bai Wujie flipped his wrist, recombining matter into a scarlet rose. He played with its thorns and said cheerfully…

“But I still don’t plan to leave. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to accumulate my ultimate power in the realms of Tzeentch and Nurgle… or in other realms of the Supreme Being.”

"But before I truly go into seclusion, I want to have some fun. Because perhaps we'll never have the chance to meet again, right?"

This is said as if the Emperor were Bai Wujie's friend. But even if they weren't friends, they would still say such things.

Especially for an enemy, an opponent, or even... a "playmate".

"What do you want?"

The Emperor struggled to piece together his fragmented thoughts, enduring countless agonizing cries, transforming himself into the persona of the human ruler from ten thousand years ago, and whispered...

"fight."

The unfinished god, the ultimate powerhouse Bai Wujie, gave an answer that left people speechless.

Yes, his goal was that simple—to find a qualified strongman to fight before going into complete seclusion.

He didn't plan to seek out Khorne or any other evil gods, because dealing with them was just too boring.

Those abstract entities lack a real material structure... Although the battles between souls and concepts have their own unique flavor, Bai Wujie still prefers a physical, head-on fight.

In the entire universe, the only one qualified to meet his needs is now the Emperor.

He wanted to confront the Emperor, to see what kind of astonishing power this ruler of mankind... the greatest madman in human history, would possess.

If he kills me, it means I'm nothing special. But even if I kill him, Bai Wujie certainly wouldn't mind.

"Oh, if you don't agree, I'll go smash up Cardian right now." Bai Wujie smiled brightly.

"If you don't want to satisfy me, then I'll just have to find my own fun. Perhaps trying to completely destabilize the warp and the physical universe would be a good idea."

"Hmm—maybe I'll even witness the strange spectacle of the universe collapsing, which might give me some kind of epiphany."

He speaks capriciously, yet with a cruel, childlike quality. And yet, this very person, with such speech and personality, is absolutely capable of doing all of this.

The emperor's uncontrollable rage, the countless fragments of souls screaming and howling, and countless tragic scenes were presented to Bai Wujie!

The tragedy of humanity, his suffering, the sorrow of the galaxy, all of it!

He was pleading, he was threatening, he was attacking, he was defending himself...

But no matter what the scene was like, Bai Wujie always smiled calmly—for an ultimate powerhouse who had crossed the barrier of the soul, what was the point of caring about the lives of mortals?

The ultimate powerhouses in that cycle of great power are all like this; no matter how much they loved life in their previous lives, nothing matters after they become the ultimate powerhouses.

Importance and love depend solely on their value to you and the price they pay for you.

That's not just because they can destroy things at will, but also because they can rebuild them at will.

It's like facing a blank sheet of paper that you can write on freely. Why should you cherish it or care about it?

The storm of the soul subsided, and the Emperor realized that he had no chance of persuading this utterly insane man.

After careful consideration, the emperor gave his reply.

Or rather, it was just a compromise made out of desperation.

"it is good."

147. The Emperor Resurrected

The Emperor's original plan was very simple: he wanted to use the Black Stone Array of Cadia to stitch together the Eye of Terror, just as the Necromancers of the galaxy had done before, to seal the largest warp portal in the galaxy.

Then, he will launch another great expedition in full force, sweeping away all forces within the galaxy that might threaten the Empire—

Finally, return to the Golden Throne, enter the gap in Terra's web passage, completely block the web passage, and at the same time seek out an evil god to perish together.

He is immortal; even if his physical body dies, he will be reborn in time.

But if he enters the warp and chooses to perish together with an evil god, then things are hard to say.

Evil gods are not eternal, or rather, only the concepts they represent are immortal.

The same applies to the Emperor; if he were to actually do so, he might end up alongside an evil god, forcibly becoming an eternally neutral and pure concept in the warp.

But in any case, he can at least hold off an evil god for at least ten thousand years so that he can't cause any trouble.

He will bring the Empire under the Primarch's control, because even if the Emperor is willing to trust humanity...

Their dismal performance over the course of ten thousand years was no longer enough for the emperor to entrust them with important responsibilities.

He agreed to Guilliman's proposal of Primarchial fiefdoms, even though this would inevitably lead to a decline in the status of mortals and even a series of problems such as Great Astartesism, but the Emperor had no other choice.

He had very little time left, even less than during the Great Expedition!

Just as he had to make peace with the Eldar to save time at the last minute—even though he loathed the Xenomorphs, he had to admit that the Eldar were perhaps the only race in the entire galaxy that was qualified and capable of forming an alliance with humanity.

Moreover, he needs Death to deal with Slaanesh, and he also needs Isa's power to help him stand up.

Why was the emperor in such a rush?

Of course—it's to suppress the rotation of the magnetic field.

Terra's current predicament serves as a vivid example... Chaos Gods didn't originally possess such destructive power in the physical universe...

Even the Horus Rebellion was based on a conspiracy.

However, the spread of the rotating magnetic field has given those demons the conditions to interfere with the material universe most easily and to the greatest extent possible—

Those humans scattered throughout the Empire, their anger at being oppressed combined with the power of the magnetic field, and the seduction of the evil god, will not hesitate to become the lackeys of Chaos!

The intensity of cosmic warfare in the origin of the magnetic field rotation may not be as exaggerated as it is here... but the frequency of warfare is absolutely terrifying in many worlds.

The magnetic field disturbances caused by hundreds of billions of people on Terra almost destroyed the Royal Palace, and that was only because it was Terra—on other hives, it would have been breached in just a few days.

The Emperor knew all too well that the human empire he had built was now nearing its end... The magnetic field rotation, this powerful remedy, only accelerated its demise.

Just like Guilliman thought, he didn't care whether the Empire existed or not; he only cared about humanity.

But at least ten years have passed since the magnetic field began to rotate and spread until now.

In this short time, the spread of the magnetic field is not yet completely out of control...

Even looking across the Milky Way, no group of extreme lunatics like the Earth have emerged from this internal struggle.

The fact that Terra's population density, coupled with the involvement of the evil god, didn't produce a Madman with 750,000 units of power suggests that the Emperor still has time.

The current technological level of the human empire is still capable of suppressing minor magnetic field disturbances.

But such a gap will definitely not exceed one hundred years!

Therefore, he needed to quell the galaxy before the magnetic field caused a massive and uncontrollable wave of madness, then minimize the impact of the turmoil in the warp, and finally allow his offspring to establish their own human kingdoms.

One must dare to establish a rough framework of order before the chaotic tide engulfs everything—madmen are troublesome, but not all of them are as thoroughly insane as the great shark.

His descendants were powerful enough to suppress most rebellions, and all that was needed was for order to be established and deeply rooted in people's hearts...

Without the involvement of chaos, perhaps humanity can develop a completely new direction based on the ability to rotate magnetic fields.

Everyone's crazy, and everyone has skills to practice!

That development certainly didn't align with the Emperor's vision, but the increase in magnetic field power wasn't necessarily a bad thing—

If the power of the physical universe can overpower the subspace, then perhaps a certain balance can be achieved.

Perhaps the magnetic field environment of the physical universe will be suppressed by force, just like the world of Bai Wujie...

The changes in the galactic magnetic field will be repaired based on the principles of balancing subspace and the physical universe, reducing the incidence of magnetic field disorders!

Although the Internet is gone, if humanity masters hyperspace travel technology from another world, the future is still promising.

The Emperor still believed in humanity's future and longed to see humanity rebuild a new and better civilization in this terrible universe.

But in any case, the emperor certainly wouldn't be able to see that kind of future.

Moreover, no matter what his plan was, he never included Bai Wujie in it.

Because it is impossible to calculate, because that individual's power is completely beyond the scope of the design, he is fully capable of destroying all of the Emperor's plans.

Fortunately, he was fundamentally different from those four scoundrels; he wasn't merely a conceptual figure, nor did he hold extreme ideologies. Although the conditions he proposed were absurd, the emperor had no choice but to agree.

If you insist on fighting, then go ahead and fight.