I'm a magnetic field madman

Gathering his strength, he unleashed a furious barrage. To the complex questions and situations posed by these artificial intelligences, Leon's response remained simple and unchanged.

Fist! Power! A bigger fist! Stronger power! The biggest fist! The strongest power! A fist that surpasses! Power that surpasses!

"Roar!!"

There's only one simple answer: the minds of beasts aren't that complex. This single punch unleashed a terrifying lion that occupied half the space!

Leon had no interest in or concern himself with complex formulas such as microparticles, stellar cores, or gravity; pure violence was the only thought in his mind.

A fight is a fight. Who says that punching someone in the face is less valuable than a fight with a bunch of formulas? Damn it, the only purpose of a fight is to crush the opponent. As long as that purpose is achieved, that's all that matters!

Pure violence, pure damage—Leon's punch was that pure, that successful—it knocked down the enemy!

"Croak!! How, how could this be?!"

Accompanied by a fist force that almost occupied half of the galaxy...

The surging, overwhelming Whale-Slaying Fist instantly shattered the hundreds of moves simulated by the Abomination Intelligence. The vacuum was filled with overlapping and shattered spatial waves as the powerful move roared... and the giant object was reduced to nothing in an instant!

This thing, which was beyond their comprehension and beyond their data calculations, almost crashed these AIs!

They couldn't understand why, with hundreds of stronger and more sophisticated moves, all boasting 990,000 horsepower, Leon could break through with such a simple and straightforward strike!

"You creatures without thought or soul, your tricks can never defeat me!"

Leon clenched his fist, and the violent force shattered his power armor, his long golden hair dancing wildly under his control.

"Quickly, turn back time!!"

Seeing that they could not resist, the abhorrent AIs decisively chose to shamelessly reverse time!

As the power of time that had enveloped the entire galaxy began to reverse, Leon had already found a way to break it.

"Black hole power, give it to me!!"

Leon roared wildly, recklessly, even instinctively, using the power of the black hole!

A powerful, tangible force of gravity erupted from him, and then, a dark vision from which even light could not escape instantly spread!

Gravity was twisted wildly, and even time-reversing technology was powerless against that extreme reversal of gravity.

Gravity is a crucial component of time, and the singularity, with its bizarre bursts, is capable of resisting all of time.

In a fraction of a second, or even less, Leon's power rendered the distorted time irreversible. Moreover, in that frozen instant, he unleashed another punch!

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine horsepower - Sea Tiger... Explosive Fist!!"

With his hair and beard standing on end, fueled by rage, a punch that approached self-destruction caused countless blood vessels of blood to burst from Leon's body... and then, this punch caused a cataclysmic and terrifying force!

Every atom in the vacuum is exploding, and every existing material structure is exploding!

Megatons of matter instantly transform into the purest electromagnetic radiation, sweeping away the terrifying destruction to form a dazzling star, which then explodes a second time!

This vast cosmic view was completely obliterated by Leon's desperate punch, and the cycle of time was instantly reversed and destroyed!

Countless abhorrent intelligences vanished into ashes amidst incomprehensible and terrifying computational errors; their existence... whether matter or information, has been transformed into the purest particles.

"call……"

Leon let out a long breath and slowly withdrew his fist... and before him, the thirteen demon worlds had vanished without a trace.

"Petulabo, as you wished, I have arrived."

Leon coldly stared at the colossal Midgard, and then, in an instant, countless fragments of surrounding matter transformed into a gigantic Perturabo, the Steel Lord, at the level of nano-regeneration, chuckled deeply at the First Descendant.

"You're strong, Leon, stronger than I imagined. But even so, do you really think you can stop me?"

“Before we started talking, the Ether Phase Engine had already been charged and activated by me—your time was already too short.”

Without wasting a single word, Leon immediately prepared to go over and destroy the entire Midgard!

But even faster than him was Peturabo, who still had backup plans!

"Vashtor, it's time!!"

He roared, and the Lord of the Soul Forge immediately pulled out a shining fragment!

As fragments of the leaping, deep green Gaussian electric arc exploded... a pale, winged humanoid creature with a strange dragon's head appeared, screaming!

It's a fragment of the Star God Void Dragon! Is Perturabo releasing this monster at this moment to use it to hold Leon back?

Yes, no.

The fragments of the Star God were not released; his body was already covered with nanobots containing his will, released by Perturabo using the Nano Rebirth Realm.

Vashtor's staff pierced its head; the Lord of the Soul Forge had seized control of the Void Dragon's will!

"Get lost in this labyrinth, Leon!"

Perturabo laughed wildly, his will linking to every nanobot carrying his will throughout the entire Midgard information network, connecting with the thoughts and wisdom of that star god, and in an instant, a dark color forever enveloped Leon.

Wander through the labyrinth of eternal night until the end of time.

176. Backstabbing the Emperor

“I am the Bonebreaker, the Emperor of Kork, I am the Prophet of Maoge, I…”

The Emperor, expressionless, severed the head of the Bonebreaker. On the deck chapel of the wrecked Imperial Dream, he finally destroyed the orc emperor.

It was unusually easy, unusually effortless. The Emperor's apparent ease made it seem as if the Bonebreakers had been able to hold out against the human empire for so long entirely because the Emperor was holding back.

And that's pretty much the case.

Compared to the power of the Bonebreaker in the physical universe, the Emperor devoted most of his energy to fighting against the Second Brother Mao as he fled into the Eye of Terror and headed towards the Pantheon.

Faced with the green wave that was no less chaotic than chaos, the cold sun of the subspace engaged in a battle and exchange with them that transcended time and space. In the end, the cold sun defeated the second brother of the Gou Mao.

Without the protection of the Warp God, what good is the power of the Bonebreaker, even if he possesses 990,000 units of strength?

The Emperor's Sword severed the Bonebreaker's head in an instant, as easily as slicing open a piece of fruit.

Victory is that simple.

In the mortal realm, nothing can rival the Emperor.

Even so, after the Bonebreakers were taken away and the battlefield was moved here... by the time the Emperor dispersed the Second Brother of the Gangster in the Supreme Heaven, more than half of the Imperial Guards around him had been killed or wounded.

The deck of the Imperial Dream was filled with these golden-clad honor guards, who had defended the Emperor's mission with their lives and everything they had, dying for the Emperor.

The emperor's expression never changed; the death of the Bonebreaker had never escaped his imagination, and even the casualties of the Imperial Guards seemed unable to move him.

Fugen and Trajan had also dealt with their respective opponents and arrived at the Emperor's side.

"The problem is solved, let's move on."

The emperor sheathed his divine sword and calmly said that with each breath he exhaled, golden flames instantly incinerated the corpses of billions of orcs, leaving not even a single molecule behind.

In this place closest to the warp, he began to resemble a god more and more.

Fugen thought to himself, "No wonder Loka worships him like a god."

He chuckled self-deprecatingly and tucked the flaming sword into his waistband, but a strong, indescribable feeling of dizziness washed over him again.

What, what happened? What's going on?

Fugen was somewhat taken aback, and also felt an indescribable weakness, his whole body was cold, and his senses receded from his thoughts as if the tide were going out.

No…something’s not right! He’d forgotten something—that memory, he remembered it, he remembered it!

Fugen's face instantly turned to horror, but he couldn't control his body, not a single thought, not a single muscle.

His consciousness was instantly suppressed in a dark corner, and in its place... was another version of himself.

With an evil smile, Fugrim took complete control of the body and, without hesitation, swallowed the last fragment of his humanity.

"You are too cowardly, too imperfect. But it doesn't matter, you will find perfect fulfillment here with me."

Overwhelmed with joy and elation, Fugen wept as he felt his self and soul shatter. But what saddened him was not the demise of his self, but something far more terrifying—

A conspiracy and betrayal are brewing.

Forgrim quickly put on a normal expression and followed closely behind the Emperor, just as he had always been, just as he had been the loyal son of the Emperor ten thousand years ago.

No one could detect his wrongdoing; no one could discover it, not even the emperor.

Looking at his father's glorious back, Fugrim felt a tingling and pleasure seeping from his bones. He tried hard to suppress this impulse and not imagine how exhilarating it would be to plunge the knife into the Emperor's body!

But now, we have to wait, we absolutely must wait...

Forgrim's agitation subsided, and the Emperor, in silence, began to unleash his true nature.

That cold sun, hanging alone in the subspace, effortlessly revealed its boundless divine power in this region near the subspace...

In an instant, a path of light tore through and pierced the place leading to the depths of chaotic colors.

The Imperial Dream, carried by this bridge of light, ventured deep into the Eye of Terror... After traversing countless terrifying and unimaginable things and worlds, they arrived at their destination.

A broken world

Ulthuan, once the heart of the Eldar empire, was also the birthplace of the Slaanesh.

This place is long gone. The paradise that the Eldar once created by taking the best parts of hundreds of worlds has been reduced to nothing but remnants floating in the Eye of Terror... But even so, the art and precious psionic artifacts are still everywhere.

But no one will ever come here to search for treasure.

Even Trajan, a member of the Imperial Guard, would hear countless whispers echoing in his ears every moment he stayed here.

Some were tempting, some were threatening, some were cunning, and some were persuasive...

The evil power of the warp permeates every stone here, and the echoes of corruption resound everywhere. Even the loyal Royal Guard might succumb to corruption in such a purgatory.

"Haven't the Eldar arrived yet?" Trajan banished countless thoughts from his mind, his brow furrowed as he murmured...

"They're late, but that's not necessarily a bad thing," the Emperor said calmly, then raised the Imperial Sword and gently swung it...

Like a sword from a mythical seraph, it instantly carved a safe path through the shattered mirror of the world, dispelling all chaos and darkness and opening a way to the deepest depths.

"You can stay here."

Having paved the final path, the Emperor turned to his imperial guards and said these words… which immediately stirred up the loyal guards.

"My lord! We are willing to die for you, please don't mind us!" Trajan said excitedly.

"To be abandoned by you here would be worse than death for us!"

"Trajan, it is easy to die for momentary glory, but that is not true courage."

The Emperor looked at his Royal Guard Marshal, and through him seemed to see his first Royal Guard, Constantine, and spoke gently and calmly…

"The future of humanity will still need you, and protecting me may not be your only goal in life. Live on, Trajan, and all of you. My final command is—you are freed."

"From this moment forward, all Imperial Guards will be relieved of their duty to protect me. You will enjoy control of the Imperial Palace and hold high positions of authority. Go and continue in your roles... As the perfect human archetype in my mind, keep going!"

This calm speech bestows upon unparalleled glory and power…

But none of the Imperial Guards here would ever want such power and freedom!

They did not weep; the glorious Imperial Guard could only tremble with an overwhelming sense of bewilderment and emptiness—what would the future hold without the Emperor's leadership?

The bewilderment of knowing nothing is more unacceptable than facing an invincible enemy... But how could they refuse the emperor's order?

Yes, dying for honor sounds so glorious and courageous.

But here, those who survive need even more courage.

They also knew that they could not protect their emperor.

At the end of the road awaits the emperor a final war, a war of the gods!

Mortals cannot survive even a second on the battlefield of the gods. Even in the final battle for the Soul of Vengeance, the Imperial Guard could not interfere with the outcome in the slightest.

But as the emperor said, his dream of the future of humanity was to resemble the Imperial Guard.

Perfect, noble, powerful, wise, rational.

They should and must live on, existing as models for the future new humanity, as mentors who protect humankind.

The duties of the Imperial Guard... have come to an end.

Trajan remained silent, simply releasing his halberd and offering the Emperor a final salute of the eagle.

The same applies to all the Imperial Guards; even if they struggle in agony, they must obey the Emperor's orders.

They returned to the Emperor Dream, heading in the opposite direction from the Emperor towards the path of return, while the Emperor, alone and silent, continued towards the path of light.

No, I wasn't alone.