I'm a magnetic field madman

“Guilliman, in the years to come I will lead the people who are loyal to me and the Empire to fight against the great enemy of mankind… But before that, I will entrust you with a great task.”

Having said that, the Emperor personally removed the laurel wreath from his own head... that laurel wreath, radiating brilliant golden light, was like the most magnificent crown, and he placed it on Guilliman's head...

In an instant, even Guilliman himself seemed to be imbued with the emperor's divine aura, and as he slowly stood up, he was given a great position bestowed by the emperor himself!

Imperial Regent!

During the period when the emperor is no longer present, before the imperial throne is occupied by someone else.

Guilliman was the regent who performed the duties of the emperor; he was the Emperor's Hand!

His power will surpass that of the High Lords of Terra, and he will be practically equal to the Emperor himself. In the Emperor's absence, he will hold supreme power throughout the Empire!

Such sacred authority, bestowed by the emperor himself, is a supreme honor and power that even Horus never enjoyed!

He is above the War General, and could even be said to be above any position known in the Empire.

The last and only one qualified to enjoy this honor was the Imperial Hero, Magician Macado.

Undoubtedly, Guilliman, who is cloaked in the identity of the Son of God, has an authority that is stronger and greater than that of Makado!

"I will certainly not let you down."

Guilliman sighed inwardly, hiding all his superfluous thoughts behind his face, and solemnly answered the Emperor.

Is the emperor about to launch a new expedition?

The mere fact revealed in those words was enough to excite everyone present—from the Star Guardians to the nuns to the Astartes, they were all going crazy!

They are about to embark on an expedition alongside the Emperor!

Just like in mythology, he was a hero from a myth ten thousand years ago!

The boundless fervor and atmosphere surged like a tidal wave, and at such a time... who would be so foolish as to disturb or disrupt this sacred moment?

Unfortunately—yes!

squeak...

The uncontrolled and rampant magnetic field power transformed into black electricity, which coiled around Angron's black sword!

Without anyone noticing, he had already drawn his sword with a sinister grin. Positioned to the emperor's right, he roared...

"I've had enough of your mushy talk. Now that you've rolled off your toilet, you old geezer, it's time to keep your promise!"

"Let me slap you hard across the face, three times, three times!!"

Clearly, there was no respect for the Emperor in Angron's words, nor could there be!

He had endured this for a very long time, and now that the Emperor had fully recovered...

Damn it, Angron will definitely slap him in the face!

Such arrogant and blasphemous provocation has undoubtedly enraged all the servants here who are loyal to the emperor!

Faced with countless burning, angry eyes and weapons pointed at him, Angron laughed even more fucking happily.

He pointed the black sword at the emperor and laughed wildly...

"You old geezer, I don't expect you to just stick your face out for me to slap! I wouldn't stoop to slapping a face that can't be punched through!"

Does Angron still hate the Emperor?

Of course! Even if he saw the emperor suffer for ten thousand years, what does that have to do with him settling scores with the emperor?

He was a traitor, and it was perfectly reasonable for the emperor to kill him! Similarly, he too must accomplish what he failed to do ten thousand years ago!

Come, Corpse King, let me kill you, or kill me!

150. Battle the Emperor!

In this bloody wind, Angron tasted the final flavor of his destiny.

He sensed death approaching, and he knew this would be his last battle—he had no chance of winning, his life would end here, having accomplished nothing and been utterly useless.

But seeing his family by his side, seeing his real enemies before him, filled him with pride—

They harmed the high-ranking knights and drove them out of their gilded lair atop the tower.

He made the gladiators' masters see them. He made them see the power of the gladiators they were toying with.

Those gilded monuments, those silver wings, those nobles of Nukelia—Angron vowed to make them bleed more before he fell.

For no particular reason, Angron knew he couldn't change anything.

These gladiators were less than slaves in Nukelia... merely tools for the ruling class to entertain and fool the masses.

He cannot unite any forces, nor can Angron do so.

The excruciating pain of the Butcher's Nail and Angron's decaying mindset rendered him incapable of doing anything.

Then let's just kill, let's just keep killing!

I cannot defeat my enemy, not because of my own incompetence, but because of my own faults. But I will accept my fate with equanimity, here with my brothers and sisters!

Come, fate! Take us all! Let our blood stain these cliffs!

Let our story of rebellion vanish in the winds of Nukelia!

If I can't change anything, then I'll end my powerless life!

Come on, kill them!

As Angron resolved to face his final fate, as his fist was about to strike the gilded chariot!

Time stood still.

He watched as the blood of a dying guard gushed out, shooting into the air and forming an ever-expanding crimson nebula.

Although his body was locked in place, Angron found that his mind and senses were still under his control and were immediately drawn to a dazzling halo in front of him.

What did they do to you?

The voice in his head was like thunder and ice. Angron's nails clenched tightly, punishing him for the intrusion, demanding that he kill the speaker before killing everything else.

“Who—uh…” Angron whispered, realizing he could still speak. “Who is it—”

"I am the Emperor, and you will come with me."

"Where to go?"

"Beyond this place, head towards the stars."

“My brothers,” Angron gasped, his voice low and unyielding, “my sisters. I will not abandon them. Either take them with you, or leave me behind!”

"They, and this planet, are no longer what you care about."

"No! Whatever you ask me to do, I refuse! My home is here, with my family. I fight here, and I will die here!"

The voice was silent for a moment. When it spoke again, thunder echoed in his mind, and Angron could almost feel the indifference in the thunder.

"Well then, I'm sorry."

……

Angron opened his closed eyes, it was only a brief moment for him... but he had already brushed past that unbearable memory in his mind.

He grinned maliciously at the emperor, gripping his black sword tightly...

“Do you remember, Father, how you took me away from my brothers and sisters! Forced me to become an oathbreaker! Treasured me of my destiny of death, to be your dog?”

As he spoke, he seemed to be imitating the version of himself from his memories, imitating the tormented and confused Angron, and roared...

“My brothers…” Angron stared upwards, “Where are my sisters—”

"What you have done is beyond redemption. What is about to happen is irreversible. But we have no time left. You are destined to forge an achievement far greater than a small war of slavery."

The surging thunder echoed in combination, creating another echo, and that echoing sound undoubtedly belonged to the Emperor!

Angron will never forget the Emperor's answer that day... that tyrant, that cruel slave owner, that arrogance and that affected, coquettish kindness!

The emperor did not answer, remaining silent, while Trajan beside him spoke solemnly…

"For the eyes of our Lord are fixed upon this galaxy, upon all its stars and worlds, and not merely upon the wars or tyrants of a single planet! Angron, do not make excuses for your cowardice!"

“Haha…” Anglong chuckled with amusement, watching the Imperial Guard commander and raising an eyebrow…

"What similarities in your rhetoric! Your answer and that savory-looking guy next to you're practically identical. Yes, what a grand narrative! The vast universe, the galaxy, conquest, humanity's destiny!"

"Heh, screw it!"

Angron defiantly raised his middle finger at the Emperor and laughed maniacally...

"What did I say to you back then? You fucking deserve nothing more than a walking corpse. That's what you said you wanted, because you fucking treated me like a sacrifice to be sold to them!"

"After all, I'm just a useless tool! Emperor, Father, now I'll give you the same answer again—because I'm a fucking petty bastard!"

"I don't have your grand ideals, nor any of your bullshit visions—I'm going to slap you in the face right now, not for any other reason than to have some fun!"

Anglong didn't want to dwell on any grudges; on the contrary, he felt very happy, extremely happy!

Because he had confirmed the true nature of the emperor—he hadn't been mistaken at the time; this bastard had seamlessly switched into his current despicable form the moment he faced a "son" who was beyond saving.

Useless tools are just made of dirt, so they throw him to the war dogs... so they use him to fill a rebel spot.

As for the nonsense about incompetence in failing to conquer the homeworld—that's pure bullshit! If we're talking about incompetence, Horus was the most fucking incompetent and the worst off before the Primarchs returned to the Empire!

No matter how badly he, Anglong, was doing, he still managed to raise a rebel army that was slaughtering people everywhere.

Horus? When he returned, he was just a gangster who had just killed his adoptive father and taken over as boss!

The Emperor valued Horus because he was the first one he had taken in besides Alphareth.

He had ample time to cultivate him into his best tool—at least that's how Anglon saw it.

Perhaps he has feelings, because even useful tools need affection to nurture them. But for a hopeless piece of trash like Angron, there's no need for any extra emotions.

Okay, that's fucking amazing!

Angron was overjoyed. He would never be like Horus, that daddy's boy, arguing about "daddy's love" without any sense. Now that he knew what the Emperor was, he didn't need to have any other ideas!

What does he want to do most right now? Of course, it's to finish what he couldn't do ten thousand years ago!

"When I first met him, he killed a member of the Imperial Guard who was blocking my way."

Angron grinned maliciously at Trajan, this golden can of a man, his right hand brimming with magnetic power...

"Then let's do something even more amazing today!"

After saying that, he unleashed a devastating lightning bolt directly towards the High Lord and the crowd!

Guilliman immediately lunged forward to block the attack, but was instantly knocked away, while the Imperial Guards launched a counterattack.

However, they were too slow.

Angron didn't linger at all. He hinted at killing the Imperial Guards, but instead lunged directly at the Emperor!

"Hahaha, you old geezer, today you either kill me or I kill you!!"

Angron, now in a frenzy, was instantly covered in countless scar-like battle runes, and his berserk black sword unleashed a violent attack on the Emperor!

Nine hundred and seventy thousand horsepower x6 - Thunderous Strike of Gods!

At that moment, Angron put all his thoughts and problems out of his mind.

He only wants to do one thing now: do what he wanted to do but couldn't do ten thousand years ago!

This time, the emperor could not suppress him.

Angron was going to vent all the things that annoyed him... and this time, Angron wouldn't let anything impure taint his grand plan!

He wants to kill the emperor!

For what? Freedom? Revenge? Hah, to hell with grand goals!

To hell with that bitter and hateful past!

I, Angron, want to kill the Emperor, purely because I don't like him!

It's that simple! So he either kills me, or I kill him. There's absolutely no other reason!

Even if the Emperor is spouting nonsense about humanity's grand ambitions, even if Guilliman and his gang of bastards are telling him about prioritizing the greater good...

He, Anglong, wouldn't spout any more nonsense about honor and freedom like they do.

Because I, Angron, am such a stingy person!