I'm a magnetic field madman

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Facing the charging Angron, the Emperor remained silent but drew his sword.

That burning heavenly fire, radiating holy light—the Emperor's Sword!

A powerful radiance instantly enveloped the Emperor and Angron, and when they reappeared, they had left the raging fire of Terra and were on a small asteroid in the dark depths of space.

"Number Twelve, you are indeed a failed work."

Holding the Emperor's Sword, the Lord of Mankind's voice was mechanically cold, like ice frozen in deep space, while the overwhelming power attached to his body gave him... the terror of a god.

"I may have been wrong back then... My mistake was letting you face the glorious death you desired! It doesn't matter if you resent me, it doesn't matter if you want to kill me!"

"But the worst thing you can do is to vent your childish temper on the human race! On those who shouldn't be the ones to bear your anger."

"So, brat—this is the punishment you must receive!!"

Nine hundred and ninety thousand horsepower – the Emperor's Sword!

151. Never compromise, until the end of the world.

In the pitch-black, icy depths of space, two incredibly dazzling lights are radiating their brilliance.

A crimson, fiery light filled the sky, and the hot blood seemed to be igniting the frozen darkness of the entire cold deep space!

Every collision, every battle shook the universe. Even with power controlled to its fullest extent, each attack was enough to easily shatter a Glory Queen-class battleship!

The power from the Primarch, the magnificent power from the ancient mythological heritage, is being presented to every mortal in the most direct and terrifying way!

It was enough to make them tremble with fear, enough to make them yearn for it!

The weak should submit to the strong; this is an ironclad rule that cannot be changed by any era or social system.

This is because it is an instinct written into human genes, a rule that all living beings must follow.

And what kind of power collides with that dazzling blood-red radiance?

That dazzling golden light has become a brand new sun in this cold and dark solar system!

But although the light was dazzling, it was also incredibly cold. People could not feel any warmth from it, only a chilling order and unspoken pain.

"By the Divine Emperor..."

Above Terra, a Great Star Speaker trembled as he performed the Eagle Salute to his chest. He had an idea, an idea he could not share with anyone else.

Legend has it that among all the navigators who have guided ships throughout human history, those with sufficient psychic abilities are the most outstanding, known as the Great Star Speakers…

I was fortunate enough to glimpse the truth behind the starlight while guiding my subspace journey through its rays.

They will see a cold sun, a dazzling sun that offers no warmth whatsoever.

This is not actually a lucky thing, because most of the Star Speakers who see the truth of the Star Torch will die on the spot due to the psychic rampage!

But if they are lucky enough to survive, their psionic abilities and understanding of the warp will be greatly enhanced.

However, despite this, most of the surviving Star Speakers still could not escape the fate of dying at the hands of the Tribunal or the Assassin's Court.

Because they had glimpsed the truth, a real truth that could not be told in the Empire.

What they worship and rely on is essentially no different from their mortal enemy.

Only a very small number of the lucky few survive... but they often remain silent about what they have seen and learned.

But now, this terrifying scene is being presented directly to everyone in the physical universe.

Looking across the solar system, everyone, regardless of whether they possessed psychic abilities, saw that cold, icy sun.

What kind of terrifying scene is this? Or rather, what kind of power does their worshipped emperor possess?

Ignorant mortals neither knew nor could discern the Emperor's power... but now their battlefield has reached the edge of the solar system—Uranus.

Two beams of light, chasing each other, were like comets streaking across the sky... and in an instant, they pierced through a human treasure left over from the old night.

A colossal orbital city built above Uranus, once used to mine the planet's precious minerals, also symbolizing a dark chapter in the Empire's history—the fist of the Empire.

Now, this treasure, which has been left for tens of thousands of years, was directly grazed and disintegrated by the aftershocks of the battle between the two powerful figures!

Will countless more lives perish here?

No, absolutely not.

The cold sun shone with a golden light, easily covering and enveloping the disintegrated orbital city, as if time had reversed, using immense spiritual energy to piece the disintegrated city back together.

The emperor's divine power is truly terrifying!

But even though it was only for a moment, the Emperor's distraction gave Angron an opportunity.

Having already fallen into a disadvantageous position, he seized the opportunity and threw a punch at the Emperor's head!

Nine hundred and seventy-nine thousand bolts of power - Slave-Slaying Fist!

Concentrating all his strength, Angron roared and punched the Emperor in the head! But this punch only slightly tilted the Emperor's head, causing a trickle of golden blood to flow from his forehead.

The emperor remained expressionless, easily repelling Angron with his holy sword. Angron, however, was enraged by this sight.

"Get the hell serious!!"

Angron was furious, his grip on the black sword almost crushing the hilt!

He could sense that the emperor was letting him win, or rather, that damned old bastard wasn't fighting him seriously at all!

Although Angron knew the difference in strength between him and this old codger, he would rather be killed by this old codger when he got serious than be let go like this!

It's like if the emperor stopped now and calmly told him about his love for his offspring—damn, he'd want to vomit!

"Just one more step."

The emperor spoke calmly, his manner resembling that of someone trying to soothe a throwing a tantrum.

“Angron, you have been reborn, so you should cherish this opportunity—human destiny is not only about humanity, but also about you and what you care about.”

The emperor will never apologize, because the emperor is such a cold and ruthless creature.

At least for now, the most ruthless aspect is the imperial spirit of Angron.

"Bah! Doing big things? All you dogs ever think about is doing big things!"

Angron spat angrily, cursing as he raised his sword...

"What I hate most is your attitude! Does it make you so great for the sake of a great power? Can you righteously sacrifice a few people for a great goal?"

Okay, that's true, but damn it, you deserve to have your grand plan ruined by a few people!

This is Anglon's current claim—that is, no claim!

He believes freedom is above all else, which means chaos absolutely surpasses order! He hates chaos and he hates emperors; he'll fight either side if they come at him.

Just like he said, if you sacrifice the interests of the majority for the benefit of the minority, then you deserve to be defeated by the minority!

So, did he join the great rebellion to atone for his sins?

Sure! But Angron will only atone for those he feels he has wronged!

As for the Emperor? He played with fire and got burned; he deserved to die!

"Sigh..." The Emperor sighed softly, his golden eyes fixed on Angron, and said softly...

"Angron, how come you've become just like Peturabo?"

"Who are you insulting?!"

The enraged Angron charged forward and clashed with the Emperor, while on the distant moon...

Chagatai Khan casually remarked to Leon, who was helping Magnus repent,

"How powerful do you think Angron's last slap was?"

“I don’t want to gamble on something so pointless,” Leon said coldly, then added more force amidst Magnus’s groans…

“I thought you would be very touched when your father came back—it seems you have really grown up a lot.”

Khan looked at Leon with a mocking expression. Perhaps in the eyes of this top laner, most of his brothers were complete spoiled brats.

Leon remained silent, but the Khan was perhaps right; they had indeed "grown up." But more importantly, including Leon and Guilliman, they fully understood that they could no longer rely on the Emperor as before.

In this dark and profound era, their future may depend solely on themselves...

Moreover, although Leon hated Angron terribly, he did not object to slapping the emperor.

The battle between Angron and the Emperor continued, and they fought their way to Saturn. After a twelve-second battle, Saturn was destroyed and shattered!

The massive gas giant disintegrated in an instant, and the golden light was swept away. At this moment, however, the Emperor stopped.

Are you satisfied?

The Emperor stared coldly at Angron, and as agreed, he received three slaps from Angron, thus ending the matter completely...

His expression remained unchanged; the cold, aloof emperor stared at Angron with the same indifference he had shown at any time before, as if he had once again transformed into a different persona…

But there is no doubt that the emperor has reached the limit of his ability to stop.

He didn't speak, but his silent demeanor was like that of an adult accepting a child's tantrum.

His silence was as if he were questioning Angron—have you made enough trouble yet!

Angron remained silent; he simply and slowly crushed the black sword in his hand. He was going to bear it, to absorb it, to draw all the memories of the Primarch era stored within into his soul.

His hands trembled as he felt the pressure he had felt when facing the emperor ten thousand years ago.

Pain, hatred, fear! Facing that godlike man, facing this man who treated me as a tool and robbed me of my glorious death!

He was once cowardly, once pathetic, once unable to face the emperor and accept his only fate—

He vented his anger on those who shouldn't have, tormenting war dogs and slaughtering countless people.

But this time, this time, it's absolutely different, it's absolutely not going to be the same!

Death means the end, and all that Angron cared about and rebuilt will return to nothingness.

Syndra will fall back into that miserable state, and Ain and his chapter soldiers who still trust him will lose their way again.

Should Angron give up because of them and choose to submit as it did ten thousand years ago?

The Emperor meant the same thing; his silence conveyed the final teachings of the Lord of Man to Angron.

He has regained himself, so he should learn to compromise and sacrifice!

What's wrong with sacrificing your momentary pleasure for more?

What's wrong with letting go of temporary comfort for the sake of what you care about?

No, absolutely not... absolutely fucking not!!

Denying his past and the indoctrination of Khorne in his mind, Angron roared and charged at the Emperor without hesitation!

Even if it means death, I will never stop, I will never stop!

Not for justice, not for any greater good, just for myself, just for myself in a fucking selfish way!

A flicker of disappointment flashed in the emperor's cold eyes as he slowly extended his hand...

Stop

With a voice as powerful as a law, the Emperor unleashed his psychic power. Just as it had ten thousand years ago, this immense psychic power seemed to freeze time itself, suppressing and freezing Angron.

Even without using magnetic field power, he is the invincible ruler of mankind. His spiritual power and this real world are truly divine!

Angron screamed as his consciousness was invaded again. He knelt down, his stomach clenching as he vomited a mouthful of blood! He raised his head, staring intently at the humanoid silhouette in the blinding light!

"Never!"

Angron grinned, trembling as he stood up amidst his mouth full of blood and broken teeth, using all his strength to get to his feet!

Never compromise, until the end of the world!

Step by step, Angron endured excruciating pain and pressure that was compressing every bone and flesh of his body!

He walked up to the emperor, step by step, until he stood before this cold, merciless sun!

He thought of his hatred, his pain, and the brothers and sisters who had lost him...

The ultimate power manifested within Angron!

It freed him from the constraints of the emperor!

But that's all.