I'm a magnetic field madman

On that desolate other side, a crisp sound rang out, and then the next moment, the black hole that had been devouring everything and expanding began to shrink inward frantically!

Leon succeeded! He successfully shattered the celestial singularity that was about to engulf the world!

The destructive wave began to contract inward, and together with the collapsing singularity, it was completely destroyed and annihilated throughout the entire universe!

Leon won; he undeniably surpassed everything he was capable of!

Perturabo roared in frustration, accompanied by Coz's laughter and Leon calmly closing his eyes...

A terrifying and surging energy explosion was released, along with countless tons of matter absorbed by the singularity!

In the moments before his consciousness was swallowed by the torrent, Leon finally felt an immense sense of relief. All the burdens on his shoulders had vanished; he saw his brothers, he saw Saint Gilles, he saw his father—

At that moment, he returned to the forests of Caliban, as if returning to his childhood, a time fraught with danger yet free of burdens... In that mysterious and profound forest, he laughed heartily...

He has fulfilled all his duties.

179. Istvan Reignites

"We won!!"

When the nemesis blade, imbued with the power of the four gods, pierced the Empress's back, Fogrem roared with ecstasy!

He finally accomplished something unprecedented, something even Horus couldn't do!

No one can surpass him! This honor, this honor of "killing" the emperor, will belong to him alone, forever and ever!

Fulgrim, the Kingslayer, the Godslayer!!

boom!!

The instant the Nemesis Blade pierced the Emperor's body, a powerful psychic explosion simultaneously blasted Vograim away!

The emperor slowly turned around, his face, which had been radiating spiritual energy, gradually turning pale.

The power of the four gods was constantly eroding the emperor's body through the wound—there were no tempting whispers, only the four gods exerting all their strength!

They cannot deal with the Emperor the way they dealt with Horus...

The soul of this cold sun, which had fought against them in the highest heavens for over ten thousand years, was now a deity just like them.

Since we can't manipulate his soul like we can with Horus, we can just target his body!

They will banish the Emperor's will from his body, allowing the four gods to take control of him. At that time, they will unleash a "great rebellion" led by the Emperor.

No, it can't even be called a great rebellion. What the emperor started should be called a "reform".

They certainly wouldn't let the emperor's body die; they wanted to possess it, to seize the vessel through which the emperor might project himself into the mortal realm, so that even if he wanted to trigger the abilities of an immortal, he wouldn't be able to.

These four guys, who are always fighting amongst themselves, only reach a high degree of consensus on how to deal with the Emperor.

"Hahaha, Father, you didn't expect it to be me, did you?!"

Seeing the Emperor's face gradually turn pale, Forgrim burst into an unprecedented burst of maniacal laughter, conveying his pride and joy at surpassing even the Emperor through that laughter...

"Father, how are you feeling now? How are you feeling?!"

The emperor remained silent, simply shattering the nemesis's blade embedded in his back... but it was too late now, the power of the four gods was already seeping into his body and soul through his wounds.

He heard the laughter of those four bastards, and he also felt that his essence was gradually leaving this body.

“Fugen, your resistance to temptation has always been so weak.”

But the emperor seemed unconcerned, calmly addressing his son who had betrayed him...

In truth, what right did he have to criticize these original beings? He shaped them, and each of them inherited a part of his own traits.

Regardless of the virtues Forgrim inherited from him... there is no doubt that he possesses the Emperor's weakness—the inability to resist temptation.

Emperors have faced temptations and made many mistakes. When faced with a bright future and helpers to overcome difficulties, emperors have also lost their sense of proportion.

Fate had always assumed that every gift it gave came with a price, and Forgrim was now simply paying the price for his own greed.

"Your humanity remains, though it has been a struggle; it still resides in a corner of your soul." The Emperor gazed at Vograim, his face ashen, yet he spoke calmly...

“Forgrim...you may still be saved.”

"It's too late to say anything now, Father."

Perhaps because he failed to get the shock and anger that the Emperor craved, Fulgrim licked the tip of his nose with a slightly annoyed chuckle...

"The power of the Four Gods is about to expel your soul from this body! And after that, enjoy the performance in the highest heavens!"

The Emperor's face grew increasingly pale, becoming more and more like a corpse, as if, just as Forgrim had said, his soul was about to completely leave his body!

But at that moment, a deafening roar suddenly resounded from the highest heavens. Even in this place closest to the Void Realm, the storm from the highest heavens had reached here!

And in this storm, the main target is undoubtedly the Four Chaos Gods!

Their power is trembling! The immense power that is about to drive away the icy sun is trembling!

"What, what did you do?!"

The sudden turn of events caused Forgrim's expression to change drastically, leaving him unsure of how to respond. To make matters worse, the situation before him was dire!

As if it had been expected, a blazing golden flame suddenly burst forth from the Emperor's body!

At this critical moment, the Emperor, using his strongest spiritual power, forcibly expelled the power of the Four Gods from the wound!

Moreover, it's clear that the Emperor, who was already plotting something, used Forgrim's betrayal to get what he wanted—

"We've got you."

The emperor said coldly, and a golden light burst forth from his body, instantly piercing through the gate to the Void Realm!

The radiance was dazzling, and in an instant it formed a storm that enveloped the chaotic realm located in the subspace!

He has successfully locked onto the Chaos Realm of the Four Gods!

For the four gods who occupy most of the subspace, their Chaos Realm is indeed difficult to hide and does not need to be hidden... But if they close the gate, even an emperor would have to pay a huge price to blast open the passage.

But now, things are different!

"You used Peturabo?!" Fugrem's eyes widened.

"You also used him." The Emperor said coldly, looking at Forgrim, but his gaze pierced through the fallen Primarch and went to the Void Gods behind him!

“You think you can use Peturabo’s plan to make Leon kneel before you, and you think you can clean up the mess Peturabo has caused. But I know better than you how big of a threat that thing really is.”

Yes, for emperors who truly emerged from the dark ages of technology...

How could he not know what kind of terrifying thing those AIs were planning to exploit?

The destructive power of the Ether Phase Engine itself is still under the control of the Four Gods... but after the Abomination Intelligence and Perturabo, especially the Unfinished God, are involved, its destructive power will be far beyond imagination!

The emperor, however, took advantage of this.

He knew that the Four Gods were plotting against him; they wanted to turn Leon into a second Horus.

But the emperor still sent him to face Peturabo alone—it was a sign of trust, but also a gamble!

He gambled that Leon wouldn't betray him, and he gambled that Leon could deliver the punch that stopped the disaster. But regardless, when the Aether Phase Engine activated, and the Void was torn open, causing the energy to leak from the heavens, the four gods had to fill that gap!

They are chaotic disorder, but they are by no means demonic kings inclined towards extinction. Otherwise, they would not have been suppressing the emperor for ten thousand years.

He was well aware of Forgrim's situation, and thus used this series of plans to scheme against them—using their schemes to turn the tables on them. The Emperor was retaliating against the scheme he had suffered ten thousand years ago!

The cold, radiant light of the sun firmly held the domains of the four gods, while the emperor, residing in the physical universe…

Despite facing the suppression of the power of the four gods, there is no doubt that Fogrem's backstab has failed!

Faced with such a defeat, Forgrim let out a defiant roar and scream! Yet he dared not even approach the Emperor, dared not approach the burning, cold sun!

"You are merely bait they've thrown out, not even part of their true scheme against me," the Emperor said calmly, gazing at Forgrim.

"But I still believe you may have the value to be saved, Fogrem. You'd better watch yourself."

The emperor turned and left, but instead of entering the soon-to-be-opened Pantheon, he tore open a portal and temporarily left.

Because the Emperor knew that there was a final trump card for the Four Gods there, and that his fate was yet to be resolved.

But as the emperor departed, a raging fire broke out around him, and a huge, headless, burning giant slowly emerged!

Looking at the familiar, scarred, black armor and the burning, shattered sword, Vograim instantly forgot the disappointment of his failed assassination attempt on the Emperor.

Instead, there was an indescribable ecstasy and longing.

"I knew it! I knew he'd kept you hidden away!" Forgrim shrieked as he pulled the broken forge he'd forged for Feralas from the void. His handsome face was contorted with ecstatic laughter...

"Good, great! Felus, come on, I know what you want, and you know what I want!"

Forgrim said his voice pierced through the din of the terrible warp storm, but Feralus remained silent…

"Don't you want to say anything, brother? Or are you so brainless that you can't even speak?"

Forgrim chuckled mockingly, then pounced on Feralus without hesitation!

The headless Primarch remained silent, the gruesome Iron General only wanting to fight. He brandished his flaming sword and fought, fought, fucking fought!!

The two Primarchs clashed with their powerful weapons, unleashing forces capable of shattering armies and moving mountains, as if they were gods forced to resolve their conflict in the mortal realm!

They tacitly refrained from releasing too much of the Primitive Power, and even restrained each other from using magnetic field power!

Because that's meaningless, it doesn't solve their problem—

To attribute the outcome of a battle to the strength of certain forces is the most cowardly thing to do, because it is that force that wins, not you!

The headless Pherous Manus unleashed a fierce slash with his burning blade...

But every strike he made was thwarted by the ebony-handled warhammer he had wielded in countless battles.

Forgrim swung his warhammer in arcs, its heavy head capable of smashing a Titan's armor to smithereens.

The two warriors fought with a hatred that could only unite them if their brothers were to fall apart, and the fierce battle caused their armor to be constantly dented, damaged, and scorched.

To fight such a great opponent was a privilege, and Fugrim savored each clash of his warhammer and longsword...

With each slash of the burning sword that cut through his flesh and the groan of pain his brother let out as the forge-breaker grazed his armor.

They were surrounded by screams of pain and wild cheers.

Feralus slashed off Forgrim's shoulder armor, spun around and rushed into his defenses, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to his lower abdomen.

Fugrim stepped forward, using the handle of the Forgebreaker's hammer to knock aside the burning blade, then smashed the hammerhead down towards Feralas's head—

This was a habitual mistake; clearly, without its head, Feralus didn't need to dodge at all.

He chopped off Forgrim's shoulder with his sword, and Forgrim felt a faint pain of sorrow coursing through his body.

The pain from the wound, coupled with the sight of his brother covered in blood, tore open a window to his consciousness.

The feeling was like a strong wind blowing in the fresh mountain air... washing away the mist that had been swirling around him with a suffocating embrace, which he had not noticed before.

“My brother…” he murmured, “my friend.”

But the next moment, Forgrim's face was once again controlled by evil!

He laughed wildly, his body began to twist and writhe, his flesh transformed into the body of a snake, his arms became six, and strangely colored wings appeared on his back. In an instant, he transformed into his hideous, grotesque appearance, as if he had slaughtered countless people!

Upon arriving in the Ascended body in an instant, Fogrim immediately gained the upper hand!

Felus was easily overwhelmed by the swordsmanship of the six-armed man, because Felus was never good at using sharp blades!

“You have lost, Felus! This time, I will take you away, to the Dark Prince’s palace! My brother, my friend, we have time to discuss our future!”

Fugrim laughed sharply, and his scaly face surprisingly displayed a strange shyness—

Felus remained silent, kneeling on the ground as if he were truly unable to speak, or perhaps waiting for something.

Forgrim's blade fell, and six Slaanesh's demonic swords slashed toward Feralus's body, but in that instant!

The amethyst on the hilt of the Blade of Ralph in Forgrim's hand began to flash rapidly, followed by a furious roar...

"Kill me, Feralus!!"

The voice screamed, and to Fugrim it seemed to echo simultaneously in time, space, and within his head.

Its command carried a harsh force, rendering him unable to control his body. It wasn't the voice of a demon; it was his voice, the will of Fugrim!

That was the last vestige of his humanity!

"No!!" Fugrim screamed in fury and resentment, but that one momentary mistake had already decided the outcome...

Feralus took up the Brokensmith, the warhammer his brother had forged for him. He aimed it at the head of the demon-ascended Forgrim, and the warhammer, burning with imperial fire, crashed down!

The divine flame, fueled by the faith of countless humans, encounters the illusory physical body of an ascended demon primordial...