I'm a magnetic field madman

No matter how intense the laser beam, it cannot leave a single scar on that smooth surface.

"grumble!"

The demonic iron bird opened its blood-red maw and, amidst a terrifying cry, devoured chunks of the soldier's corpse. As blood and flesh seeped from the gaps, the air was filled with the demon's wicked mockery.

The sky was incredibly dark, and the world of Cardia was filled with these terrifying creatures.

"For Kadia! For the Emperor!!"

The sergeant was in despair, but he chose to fight to the death. He pulled out the molten metal bomb he had prepared on his back, turned on the switch, and roared as he charged towards the iron bird in front of him.

boom!!

Intense and scorching hot, with temperatures even higher than the surface of a star, erupted instantly!

The rising flames scorched everything within a hundred meters to ashes... Such an attack should not be underestimated even by heavy vehicle units!

But the next moment, the demonic iron bird flew out, its body bathed in molten lava...

He even mockingly held the sergeant, whose life had been deliberately spared but whose body was burned beyond recognition, in his mouth, and amidst the sergeant's desperate wails, he mockingly charged towards more Cardia soldiers!

Everywhere there is such despair, everywhere there is such crushing oppression.

The human empire's existing air and ground units are simply ineffective at killing these monsters, and even though there are only a few hundred of these iron birds, they are already beyond the reach of the warriors of Cardia.

How can you expect Kadia to withstand hundreds of "Great Demons" with bodies of steel?

The only thing capable of stopping these monsters is the divine machine equipped with the Void Shield.

However, compared to that enormous divine machine, these iron birds were far too small. They were even much smaller than the "Manta" of the Tau people. Faced with such a target, the Titans' disadvantages were laid bare!

The powerful divine machines are an invincible blade on the front lines of the Empire's battlefield; no enemy can survive the terrifying barrage of volcanic cannon fire.

However, the disadvantages of the Titan as a firepower platform are its overly bulky size and the large gap between its legs.

Against small units and agile units like the Shadow Knight... human Titans don't have much of an advantage in one-on-one situations.

This is especially true for the demon Yafei.

"grumble!!"

With the piercing cries of iron birds, these terrifying steel objects flew and slashed as if controlled by an invisible pair of pianists... completely cutting through and overloading the void shield of a massive Lord Battle Titan!

With the sound of bubbles bursting, these iron birds instantly swarmed into the Titan's blind spot like a swarm of bees... and then, terrifying power cannons converged in their mouths!

boom--

The Titan family's communications only carried the captain's final, desperate cry of "For the Emperor"... and after that, it marked the eternal silence of a god-like machine.

The conflicts between war machines are nothing but endless despair, but what about the battles between the Astartes?

"Caw! You lackeys of the false emperor, you fucking lose!!"

Howling wildly, a black legion berserker named Albert brandished his chainsaw axe. He was not a veteran of countless battles; he was a complete greenhorn.

Despite this, he now easily shredded the several Black Templar Space Marines blocking his path into pieces.

It's wonderful, damn it, it's absolutely wonderful!

Feeling the magnetic field power filling your body, this extraordinary pleasure surpasses everything!

The opponents who once struggled against him are now nothing but clay chickens and earthenware dogs in front of him, easily broken at the slightest touch!

The immense power made Albert feel incredibly happy... Although the Dream Creator further stripped Albert of his sanity... But what the hell does losing one's sanity matter in the face of such pleasure?

The most direct pleasure in this world is the pursuit of power, and the greatest addiction is the addiction to becoming strong!

In the sky, swarms of Yafei were reaping the lives of the Cardians... while on the ground, the warriors of the Dream Legion were like a spreading plague, frantically crushing the Cardians' hard-won military formation.

And it seemed that the planetary shield connecting the planets to the sky was about to be breached and shut down by the traitor—

"Face me, you traitor!!"

Just as Albert was getting carried away with the killing, an angry voice rang out... and immediately afterward, a Templar wearing a laurel wreath and wielding a black greatsword roared and charged forward!

"Helbricht?!"

The seemingly ordinary Albert, now wreaking havoc, cried out the name of the Grand Marshal of the Black Templar before him in ecstatic joy, roaring with boundless delight...

"Your head will become my most dazzling sacrifice!!"

……

Helbrecht, a legendary name, a great name.

As the Grand Marshal of the Black Templar, his abilities and achievements perfectly match this noble title. He is a legend of the Empire, a nightmare for traitors and aliens!

Each Astartes who inherited this legendary position continued the will of the first Grand Marshal Sigismund.

The Emperor Champion, once the strongest person below the Primarch, received the Emperor's favor and decree to slay powerful enemies for the Emperor!

As one of the very few warbands that have regarded the Emperor as a god since ten thousand years ago, the Black Templars possess incredible power to receive divine pronouncements from the Emperor.

They are probably the first and most devout of all loyalist legions to worship the Emperor as a god.

However, such behavior did indeed win them the attention and favor of the emperor.

The Black Templars have won countless honors for the Chapter through this blessing, and have also saved countless Chapters from collapse.

But this time, Helbright knew that this might be the focus of the Black Templar expedition.

The Emperor informed the oracle of the vision of Cadia: chaos reigned, magnetic fields raged, and Cadia, which had stood for millennia, would perish in flames.

The arrival of the Black Templars cannot change anything; their power is insignificant in the face of this apocalyptic battle, merely a drop in the ocean.

They shouldn't get involved in a war they can't change.

Despite this, the Grand Marshal and his brothers embarked on a journey that may never come to an end.

They may not receive honor, merit, or reward, and may never see the Emperor and Primarch again—but the Emperor's Black Swordsmen are resolute.

Call it a suicidal folly if you will, because for them, loyalty itself was the greatest reward!

"For the Emperor!!"

Shouting the Emperor's name, the Grand Marshal brandished his black blade and fought fiercely against the traitors who had obtained magnetic field power!

The burning passion, fueled by hatred for the Emperor's enemies and grief for his tragically killed brothers, transformed into immense power that propelled him forward!

Albert noticed that Helbright's armor was shattered, and even the black blade in his hand was incomplete...

When he looked again, he saw the corpses of three Black Legion warriors lying behind the Grand Marshal.

"Useless!" Albert roared, scoffing at these weaklings who had gained astonishing power but lost to a mere lackey of a false emperor!

Albert's mind was filled with fanatical thoughts and the desire to hunt down the heads of the strong. When faced with the charging Grand Marshal, Albert could only roar with excitement!

He wouldn't think he could lose—possessing astonishing magnetic power, he couldn't possibly lose!

"kill!!"

His mind was filled with boundless killing intent, and Albert's rationality had long been completely overwhelmed by the powerful force!

Without any change, the powerful magnetic field force roughly covered Albert's chainsaw axe, giving him unparalleled destructive power!

The Grand Marshal, however, did not back down. He gripped the legion's sacred artifact, which had been passed down for thousands of years, and charged at the powerful enemy like a wild beast!

But there is a fatal difference between him and the vile and foolish beasts before him—the Grand Marshal's fighting spirit and patience are enough guns.

Before the powerful attack collided, the Grand Marshal suddenly pulled out a relic-grade plasma pistol hidden under his wrist!

In their struggle against these wielders of magnetic field power, these weaker individuals have devised methods to deal with them—

The moment a plasma weapon fires from its muzzle is the only moment that can be achieved by using simple technological force to distort their protective power!

And indeed, the instant Albert's protective magnetic field was neutralized, he instinctively swung his chainsaw axe to annihilate the dangerous plasma, and in that instant of opening—the Grand Marshal had already gained the upper hand!

The sharp, ancient black sword clashed with the traitor's head, and then, the chaotic, corrupted head, dripping with filthy blood, fell into the mud!

Despite beheading the traitorous enemy, the Grand Marshal showed no joy whatsoever.

That weathered face, covered in scars, held an unfathomable depth.

The Black Swordsman still stood there, side by side with Kadia—but even such heroism could not conceal the dire situation.

Above the sky, enemies rained down from the illusory hell as if endlessly, while the phantom, wielding destructive power that ravaged the mortal realm, dissolved all things together with the furnace of souls.

Behind him, almost all of his brothers in the battle group and those brave mortals had fallen.

On the desolate battlefield, it seemed as if only the Grand Marshal remained. He laboriously picked up a fallen Eagle Flag from the battlefield and planted the symbol of the empire in front of him.

Hope was dead, at least not here. The Grand Marshal, now roused to renewed vigor, fearlessly faced even more formidable enemies!

"Come! Traitors, let me kill you a thousand times over!"

The emotionally charged battle cries replaced the obsession with the warband culture; at this moment, the Grand Marshal would only die as a lone warrior!

"The flames have been extinguished."

Abaddon looked down at the burning Cadia, as if he could sense the fall of the last Templar...

Or perhaps it was because he saw the steel hand protecting the planetary shield generator and the decay of the mechanical monks.

Abaddon extended his Horus claws, seemingly about to slowly crush Kadia, but in his vision, it had transformed into another golden world.

"Father……"

He murmured to himself, as if he could already see the phantom shadow before him... but quickly, Abaddon's expression turned ferocious... he roared and drew Draconion as if facing some formidable enemy!

"You are dead! I am Abaddon, I am the Chaos Warmaster!"

Abaddon growled, or perhaps he was simply shouting at the phantom in his mind.

Such a hysterical scream, however, triggered countless mocking whispers within the Blackrock Fortress.

Those demons, those creations of chaos, are watching Abaddon from beyond the boundary, just as they once watched Horus. They await with those serpentine eyes, filled with mockery and scorn.

They have witnessed the end of one warlord, and now they are about to welcome the second... In their eyes, Abaddon is already a joke, just like his father.

Abaddon adjusted his breathing, choosing to ignore the presence of the undead. He calmly focused on the battlefield before him, for he was about to reap the rewards of victory.

Kadia's planetary shield generator is about to be breached, and all he needs to do then is unleash an overloaded destructive ray downwards from the overloaded Blackrock Fortress.

The collapse of Cardia will herald the beginning of the Crimson Path, the first step towards Abaddon's victory.

The false emperor and his descendants could not stop themselves—the great cause had been accomplished, and destiny was in their hands!

But at that moment, in the boundless void, a huge, eerie green undead warship suddenly teleported in.

It descended amidst those tiny, almost imperceptible spatial fluctuations... and the moment the tomb-like warship appeared, it created a strange "resonance" with Blackrock Fortress.

The massive fortress, rotating at two eight-pointed star angles, seemed to sense a signal, and in an instant...

This signal completely opened up all of Blackrock Fortress's defenses to that warship!

However, the numerous Black Legion warships surrounding the Planet Killer were by no means to be trifled with. Even with Blackrock Fortress's defenses wide open, it was impossible for the enemy to easily break through to this place.

However, they were facing the warships of the Necromancers.

Fugen was on the dome of the Heavenly Punishment warship, wearing a dark blue power armor... and from the appearance, it was even a power armor designed like that of an Ultramariner.

However, there is no doubt that the size and shape of this armor were not intended for Astartes.

"Primarch III, the Armor of Fate was designed for Primarch XIII."

A gigantic mechanical sage, wielding a gear-axe, approached the "Ultraman" and spoke haltingly in a hoarse, mechanical voice...

"He can suppress your injuries, but he can't enhance your physical strength."

"That's enough." Forgrim glanced disdainfully at the toilet seat-shaped chapter insignia, then chuckled softly...

“I’m satisfied with everything about this armor except for its appearance, Great Sage. But I’m even more satisfied that you would actually trust me.”

“We had no choice,” Caul said calmly.

"The plan has been broken. The destruction of Kadia may not be the end, or perhaps an even greater crisis is looming."

At this point, Colton paused for a moment, then continued...

"Primarch, I must remind you that the dangers atop Blackrock Fortress are immense. Jumping aboard rashly is not a wise choice."

“Yes, it’s dangerous there,” Fugen said softly, looking at the spinning black eight-pointed star, and murmured…

“I can feel a sense of familiarity there… I may die here, but I will die for the cause of justice.”

"Well then, good luck."

After a moment of silence, the living metal of the undead spaceship beneath his feet began to disintegrate, forming a new flight template that carried him toward Kadia.