I'm a magnetic field madman

"Very good, Lord of Humanity!" Bai Wujie stood up with a smile, clapping as he spoke to the trembling Isa beside him...

“Goddess, I need a little help from you now. Don’t worry, I won’t let you do this for nothing. In return, I will visit Nurgle’s Garden, even though I hate it.”

He made a promise to Isha, a promise he would definitely keep.

He had originally planned to visit Nurgle's Gardens next, to experience the so-called eternity and the cycle of life and death...

As for incidentally blowing up the part of the concept that helped Isa suppress Nurgle, that was just a side effect.

But his capricious actions will still forever alter a part of the universe. And that is the immense weight that the ultimate powerhouse carries in the universe.

He cut his finger, and then drops of blood fell onto the emperor's decaying corpse.

Isa’s power began to act, and the goddess of life used her authority to shape the blood into the colors and power of life.

It was not a poor-quality clone, but rather a catalyst for the life force contained in the blood.

The blood of an ultimate powerhouse, a drop of blood containing countless possibilities.

A surging, emerald-green life force filled the entire throne room like a tsunami. Isa whispered the miracle of life, but was even more amazed by the wonder of that single drop of blood.

Because he was indeed enough to amaze a god—he was clearly like a star god, or even more powerful, yet in terms of life, he was a carbon-based life form.

Having long transcended the constraints of this place, how wondrous is the composition of that body, which is still clearly made of flesh and blood, and how peculiar is its power?

The blood dripped down drop by drop, and the life force within it was so immense that it allowed the emperor to reassemble his body!

It's time to end this wait that has lasted for tens of thousands of years.

The decaying and broken body reassembled its flesh and blood, and the pure life force allowed the emperor to awaken once again from the withered skeleton!

Abundant, powerful, profound!

A powerful life force emanated from the pipes and cables behind him...

The instrument that extracted and sustained the emperor's life force was filled with the force of the backlash!

In an instant, countless psionicists witnessing the warp saw that the star torch burst forth with a brilliance even more dazzling than the sun!

That terrifying light dispelled all the darkness and instantly banished countless chaotic and malevolent curses!

"Eat!"

The Emperor has fully awakened.

His already perfect body, which was already undergoing transformation under the veil of psychic energy, was further sculpted into an even more perfect form by the life bestowed upon him by the blood of the ultimate powerhouse!

With a powerful physique and terrifying energy, what burst forth from those eyes was not only golden psionic flames, but also a powerful magnetic field!

In an instant, the emperor's body began to naturally operate its magnetic field the moment it returned to its original state!

Driven by electric current, rotating by a 100,000-horsepower magnetic field, rotating by a 500,000-horsepower magnetic field, rotating by a 900,000-horsepower magnetic field, a magnetic force of 999,999 horsepower!!

Terrifying and horrifying! The moment the human emperor stood up, he had already obtained the ultimate power that surpassed countless strongmen, and without a doubt, he also possessed the ultimate realm that matched it.

Moreover, Bai Wujie had no doubt that the Emperor could take that step at any time.

He believed that the Emperor could unleash the power of a million horses without self-destruction, and that this was still not his limit!

The resilience of a soul capable of withstanding ten thousand years of faith and torment for all of humanity is beyond question, and the strength of a human being to withstand the weight of divine pressure needs no further explanation.

Having accomplished all this, Bai Wujie had no intention of stopping; he wanted to save all the surprises for that battle.

He quickly withdrew from his body, and Bai Qianshuang's soul didn't even have time to ask any questions after waking up.

"Damn it!!"

Bai Qianshuang complained in a low voice, knowing what his older brother meant...

That damned Riddler has to wait until he goes to the Eye of Fear to say what he wants to say!

Helpless, Bai Qianxue was at a loss. Her brother's wicked nature had always been like this; when she didn't need to play the role of a competent strongman and ruler, he was just like that in his nature.

He shifted his gaze to the emperor before him, and looking at that radiant figure, a surge of fighting spirit welled up within him.

But he wasn't so addicted to fighting that he turned his gaze to Isa beside him, whose phantom image was now very weak.

But at least she still exists. It's just a matter of stimulating the life force of an ultimate powerhouse to reshape the emperor; it's not enough to take the life of the Goddess of Life.

"Remember your promise, Emperor of mankind."

The Emperor nodded indifferently in response to Isha's words. He would grant the Eldar a relative peace, but only for the next ten thousand years.

Perhaps war is inevitable after all; how can two races that once ruled the galaxy maintain peace forever?

Unless they always have an enemy they must fight together.

“You will gain my recognition, Eldar Emperor.”

The emperor's gaze lingered on Bai Qian Shuang, and he said in a deep voice...

“Your brother is a complete bastard, but I don’t want you to be as crazy as him. I don’t care about the lives of those Elven race, but you should take responsibility for those who worship and trust you.”

Bai Qianshuang pursed his lips. He hated this kind of persuasive and educational talk, but he was definitely not as crazy as his older brother.

He was indeed too lazy to become an eternal king, but he had to admit that he had developed a sense of responsibility towards the Eldar who respected and loved him.

"Loga, during my absence, I entrust the Golden Throne to your care. Once I have cleansed Magnus and pieced together some of his soul fragments, I will bring him to join you."

The Emperor's golden eyes were fixed on Loja. He was not Magnus and did not have the ability to directly guard the network.

However, his spiritual talent for transforming faith, bestowed upon him by the Emperor, could completely replace the duties of the "God Emperor".

Faced with the command of the god he worshipped, Loka readily agreed with a smile. Without hesitation, he sat on the golden throne, groaning softly amidst the excruciating pain that tore at his soul, yet also savoring the pleasure of atonement.

The Emperor remained silent, preparing to leave the throne room, while the Eternal King called forth the head of state of the allied nation.

He pointed to the emperor's young emperor and said this...

"Brother, put on some clothes before you go out."

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"The Primarch's authority cannot supersede that of the High Lords Council!!"

After the High Lords emerged from their safe haven and gathered their few remaining forces before the Gate of Eternity, the Minister of the Interior, Talion, delivered a passionate speech.

"Those beings who transcend humanity will not and cannot regard us as their own kind! The rebellion instigated by Horus nearly destroyed the entire empire in the past... and in the past ten thousand years, how many Astartes rebellions have dragged the empire into them!"

"The Eye of Fear, the Great Vortex—how many damned traitors have lain there! And what truly sustains the future and hope of the Empire—is it the Primarch, is it the Astartes?"

"No, it's me, it's you, it's all of us mortals!"

"It is the millions upon millions of Astral Army soldiers, the countless Imperial people... it is we, whom the Astartes and Primarchs call mortals, who sustain the existence of the Empire!"

"Look at what those self-proclaimed sons of God have done since they came to Terra—they bombed Terra and killed countless noble Terrans…and now, ignoring the Royal Guard, they have stormed into the Royal Palace!"

"What are they trying to do? They just want to demonstrate their inflated and unchecked power once again! They just want to be above us and rule us again!"

"For the Emperor, let us crush those villains who falsely claim to be gods!!"

Talion's impassioned speech, coupled with the High Lord's generally prematurely aged appearance and the fact that the Primarchs had bombed Terra, garnered him a large following.

He, along with the Pope of the State Church and representatives of the Inquisition, gathered all the remaining troops of Terra and surrounded the Terra Palace, preparing for a grand "military remonstrance."

Even the Primarchs did not possess the power to defeat such a massive army!

Talion was incredibly confident, and what gave him even more confidence was that the usually aloof and detached Imperial Guard was also standing before them.

Although the commander of the royal guards, Trajan, did not appear, the royal guards protecting the palace did not stop them.

Because the palace they were protecting had indeed been invaded by the original entity.

Regardless of what they say, this is the greatest insult to the Imperial Guard and the greatest desecration of their duties as the Emperor's personal guard!

The thunderous Leman Rustank crushed the shattered Path of Eternity, thunder eagles pierced the sky, and the enraged nuns, along with Astartes... led by the Imperial Guard, entered this sacred temple!

When they finally reached the throne room, Guilliman and Angron emerged from there.

This is not a good time, especially when Guilliman is still hanging around with that traitor Angron.

"Traitor!! Lord of the Ultra Warriors, why are you standing with this traitor!!"

As someone well-versed in the history of the Horus Rebellion, Talion immediately recognized the Lord of the Red Sands. He stood atop his massive Imperial Blade, his finger pointing at Guilliman, issuing the Highlord's accusation...

"What have you done to the Holy Emperor! After destroying Terra, do you still want to kill the God-Emperor?"

"Your allowing alien warships to dock on Terra, and even bringing aliens into the palace, is an unprecedented act of treason!"

A barrage of questions and condemnations from the three High Lords—the State Church, the Inquisition, and the Ministry of the Interior—immediately seized the so-called moral high ground. After all, the Primarchs' bombing of Terra was a fact, as was their trespassing in the Royal Palace.

Guilliman silently watched the man; he recognized him…

The Minister of the Interior, Talion, was himself a political obstacle that Guilliman believed he would inevitably have to overcome after assessing the High Lords.

But now, what need is there to talk about politics?

Leon had already overturned the table right from the start, and the situation had already become like this... Even Guilliman couldn't use his political wisdom to fix it all.

He took a deep breath. If he weren't still the son of God...

These fanatical believers, their eyes blazing with fury, are probably already itching to rush up and tear him to pieces.

Well, they absolutely couldn't do it, but Guilliman still didn't want them to.

After all, if they did that, Angron would definitely tear them to pieces.

He might do the same.

"This is all my father's will."

In an extremely low voice, Guilliman reluctantly threw out a seemingly universal answer.

Everything is my father's doing, everything is the will of the great emperor.

The emperor's name was invoked, and right before the sacred throne of that emperor. This immediately silenced many devout followers, who began to genuinely question whether this was truly the emperor's will.

Tolerating aliens, bombing Terra, and destroying the palace are sins that even Primarchs would not tolerate.

However, if it is the emperor's decree, any behavior will be forgiven.

Or rather, they would obey anything the emperor said.

Moreover, the Primarch's authority is always present; Guilliman's mere presence is enough to garner the submission and trust of a large number of people.

"This is a lie! This is outright heresy!!"

However, at that moment, Pope Lester of the Church of England passionately retorted...

"I am the Emperor's most loyal servant! I am the person closest to the Emperor! Even I cannot receive divine pronouncements from the Emperor, so why can you?!"

His agitated and angry expression made it seem as if Guilliman had stepped on his manhood—and in a way, that was indeed the case.

Guilliman had struck at the very lifeblood of the State Church: the right of interpretation. The State Church considered itself closest to the Emperor, the most sacred people on Holy Terra, and the Pope the noblest among these sacred members.

They believed their faith was closest to that of the Emperor, and that they were the first among all to receive the Emperor's divine oracle.

They've told such lies so many times that they've come to believe them themselves.

A lie repeated ten thousand times cannot become the truth, but it can become a so-called truth that deceives oneself, and it is often this kind of truth that is more difficult to shake.

The illusory truths we believe in are harder to change than the harsh realities of life.

Guilliman closed his eyes in anguish. He knew that his attempt to reform the empire would face immense resistance—but even the first step, the very first step before it even began, caused Guilliman a pang of heartache.

He was distressed by the average level of intelligence across the entire empire.

The foolish pope before us is by no means an isolated case...

He represents the epitome of countless humans in the entire galaxy who have been brainwashed by faith to the point that their rationality has been overwhelmed.

When superstition replaces reason, even if an individual is intelligent and wise...

That foolish thinking will only lead their wisdom to an even more foolish result.

"Enough with the nonsense. Why don't I just kill them all?"

Angron grinned. While he enjoyed watching Guilliman's stomach ache, he was equally happy to slaughter these idiots who annoyed him.

"Stop, Angron, you're just making things more chaotic."

Guilliman sighed wearily; he certainly couldn't let Angron make a move.

Because he was certain that the Star Language Court was closely monitoring everything happening here, waiting for Guilliman's response.

If Angron were to wipe them all out, I'm afraid that the next moment, every human force in the galaxy that could receive the Star Language signal would be broadcasting the "Guilliman Rebellion" on a loop.