I'm a magnetic field madman

The Emperor certainly recognized this place; it was the network he had created, the beginning of his efforts to forge a bright future for humanity by imitating the technologies of those ancient sages.

However, his imitation skills were clearly not very good. The network he created was not as sturdy as that created by the ancient sages. Look, Magnus made a phone call with the blessing of the Qi, and the wall was breached.

Looking back from the perspective of the current ruler of humanity, I realize how idealistic and foolish I was back then.

They are obsessed with the idea that the Internet gives humanity a future, but even without Magnus's phone call, what would have happened later?

Such a fragile counterfeit product cannot compare to the genuine goods created by the ancient sage... Moreover, his network channel still needs to be connected to the ancient sage's complex network channel system to circulate normally.

Perhaps failure was already destined. The emperor at that time was nothing more than a tyrant rushing headlong toward a doomed outcome.

The Lord of Mankind remained silent, rising directly from his throne.

Ignoring the spreading fissures and the demons that were further impacting the army, he waited expressionlessly for something.

"My Lord, we need your help!"

The gleaming golden Imperial Guard, including Ra and Derrick, were pleading with the Emperor for help, but the Emperor remained silent... because he knew perfectly well that his commander of ten thousand Imperial Guards would not do such a thing.

He watched them being devoured by the demons until the vision of death dissipated, at which point the Emperor spoke in an icy tone…

"Come out, don't waste each other's time."

The emperor slashed down with his blade, and a fiery crescent moon flew out, turning the lifeless in its path into dust. Embers scattered in the still air.

A silhouette emerged from the vast expanse of gray dust.

White armor, wolf fur, a warm and pure face, raising its powerful claws as if greeting the emperor.

The emperor was finally moved, for he knew that what he saw before him was not an illusion—

"It's been a long time, Father..."

"War General Horus said with a light laugh to the Emperor."

181. Draconian, the Dark Lord

Horus is dead, without a doubt.

The emperor who carried out his execution had no doubt whatsoever—the soul of his most beloved son had long been torn apart by the Four Gods…

All he did was completely shatter the barely pieced-together fragments.

Saint Gilles can be resurrected because although his soul was shattered, it was never torn apart by so much divine power.

But Horus couldn't be like that; his soul was too broken to be fully "healed" like Fugen's, even if he were cloned.

But... miracles do exist.

In the subspace, in the highest heavens, in this realm where thought determines everything, miracles always exist!

Is it possible for Horus to be resurrected? The Emperor couldn't help but imagine the consequences, and when everything was presented to him, even though he knew it was a trap.

He was still moved.

The fragments of humanity have not completely disappeared with the millennia of silence; he still possesses some of his past emotions and weaknesses, however faint they may be.

But such emotions could never outweigh the emperor's already chilling rationality.

"You are not Horus, you are not him," the Emperor said coldly.

"Perhaps you possess fragments of it, but—you are merely a fluctuating dark cloud in the chaos, a manifestation of humanity's darkness and baseness!"

"Hehehe, hahaha, hahaha!!"

Hearing the Emperor speak like that, Horus seemed unable to control himself and burst into wild laughter, and with his laughter, everything changed!

A silhouette emerged from the vast expanse of gray dust.

It was just a man. He had long hair, dark skin, a tribal beard, and his body was adorned with jewelry made from polished bones. He carried a flint spear made of roasted wood in his hand.

He had inflicted devastating wounds on countless lives, and equally horrific scars were etched upon his own flesh—slashes, spear thrusts, and…

There was a fresh bloodstain on his chest, a great gift that the emperor had once presented to him.

At the forefront of this mad rush was only one man. A man who looked remarkably like the Emperor.

"The echo of the first murder..." the Emperor said in a low voice, revealing the other party's identity.

"Calamity, the enemy of mankind, the predator... Draconion!"

"Yes, yes, say more!" Draconian roared with laughter.

The primordial demon, humanity's greatest enemy, has many identities, and now he will be known as the Dark Lord!

He was qualified; he was a fusion of Abaddon’s soul and Horus’s body, and Draconion himself was the echo of human sin.

He is a primordial demon born naturally from the warp. He does not belong to any of the four gods, and his danger, especially to humans, far exceeds that of any of the great demons under the command of the four gods!

Just as Eldar heroes would be utterly inadequate in the face of Slaanesh's Great Demons, any human would appear incredibly weak in the face of Draconion.

Even emperors cannot avoid it.

Because he is almost equivalent to the emperor's "reflection"!

He accumulated his existence from the first murder at the dawn of humanity, but the killing that truly brought him into being came from the emperor.

Shortly after the Emperor was born in Terra, his uncle murdered his father, and in revenge, the Emperor killed his uncle—thus, Draconion was born.

The moment he was born, he immediately traversed tens of thousands of years of time, traversing the torrents of the warp to strike the Emperor Draconion in the Royal Palace, where he nearly killed the Emperor!

Of course, the war at that time ultimately came to nothing... but Draconion alone could not have become the Dark Lord.

He is a demon, and even though he was born from human sin, he could not become the ultimate god of mankind.

With the soul of Abaddon and the body of Horus, Draconion, who "re-entered the market" in another way, has the qualifications to usurp the imperial throne and become the Dark Lord!

This was a trap set by the Four Gods for the Emperor. If he hadn't discovered it, then the moment he relinquished his physical body...

A newly risen Dark Lord will wipe out all humanity in the galaxy, which has lost its Emperor.

And even if they are discovered, so what?

They were happy to witness the second gladiatorial ritual belonging to the Dark Lord!

It slowly emerged from the ranks of countless undead beings born from Draconian's intense psychic energy, its human-like steps causing the inferior beings to hastily dodge it.

Whatever the monster's true form, it was definitely not the muscular, warlike Stone Age chieftain we know today. This was merely...

It is a clumsy imitation of the earliest humans, or rather, a satire of emperors.

That was the emperor's first murder, and the foundation upon which he was born.

The emperor felt fear—not out of cowardice, but out of the inherent restraint that came with his nature.

But the Lord of Mankind remained silent; he had long since cast aside fear along with the rest of his humanity.

The king and the demon charged at each other, their soaring figures weaving between reality and illusion. All that could be seen around them were fleeting afterimages.

Swords clash. A race's redemption versus another's curse. A cold sun to save humanity, versus a deepest curse that torments humankind!

The emperor unleashed his strongest power!

A final strike exceeding 500 trillion units of energy! However, Draconion unleashed the same attack!

Ultimate power versus ultimate power!

In an instant, it blasted the spacetime-distorted Terra into dust!

As the subspace torrent erupted, their battle immediately entered the High Heavens!

Facing the cold sun are countless people.

A boy who will eventually become a ruler;

A dying old man, hidden beneath a long robe, moved his parched lips.

A knight in the prime of his life, his long black hair tied up with a laurel wreath;

A savage, strong warlord laughed wildly, his gaping teeth soaked in blood.

Countless figures shifted before my eyes. As incarnations, they had once traversed the mortal world;

But as true human beings, they were never born. They were all like the emperor he once was, yet he abandoned them.

And now, he is the emperor!

Spacetime is tearing apart, and all things belonging to humanity are constantly going out of control!

From the moment the emperor was born until now!

Human history, spanning 40K years, began to fade into oblivion, fading away amidst the clash of two powerful essences!

Draconion did more than just transform himself into an emperor…

He even transformed himself into one of the many more people in human history who have committed murder!

He transformed into the emperor who conquered the Mediterranean, the First Emperor who unified the Central Plains, the Great Khan who fought to the very end, the officer who conquered Europe, and the head of the Third Reich.

They fought and battled against the emperor, and in the collisions that shattered the universe, one by one they were personally cut down by the emperor's sword.

Each of them was a crucial link in human history, many of them even being emperors in disguise. And as their incarnations were erased by the emperors, the history of the world was constantly being rewritten!

The emperor was involved in far too much of human history. When those he had impersonated were killed, and when his power erased the past, the backlash and attack from time came so abruptly and tragically!

The timeline began to become violently disordered, and the changes even affected the physical universe!

Outside the Eye of Fear, the Silent King, awaiting the final step, raised his head... and before him, the astrologer Orkan, who had once submitted to him but now regarded him as an enemy, suddenly appeared.

"The timeline is being drastically corrected!" Orkan said in a low voice.

"Human history is being rewritten from its very beginning. If this continues, they will perish even without their emperors becoming gods!"

Time travel is an extremely dangerous thing, and even Olkan, who likes to do such things, would never abuse time travel.

He once misused time travel, causing a massive influx of unborn beings from the past and future into his present moment, and the backlash from this was even more severe. The greater the causal relationship, the more severe the backlash!

Even if Olkan went back to the day before the birth of the Necromancer, he couldn't change the future no matter what he did...

His actions will only bring extremely serious and unbelievable backlash and attacks to the entire race!

And now, the entire history of humankind is being drastically altered... and without a doubt, the only human being capable of changing everything is the Emperor himself!

In Olcan's view, whatever the Emperor was fighting against or what his purpose was in winning, the result he had created was undoubtedly incredibly foolish!

The massive destruction and alteration of history, even if the Emperor wins, will have a huge impact on the existence of all humanity on the timeline... and could even lead to their complete erasure from the current timeline!

"That's not really our concern," the Silent King said, without speaking. His Triune Guard spoke on his behalf...

“The fruits of our people’s labor have been obtained, and now we must mend the Great Rift—as for the human emperor, he probably understands what he wants to do.”

"Activate the Tomb Killer. It's time we stitch this mess together and put an end to these problems once and for all..."

Following the Silent King's command, the twelve Blackstone Fortresses stationed near the Eye of Fear slowly began to rotate.

But this time, they are no longer synonymous with destruction, but rather they are moving with the purpose of saving and correcting mistakes.

Twelve ancient machines began to operate, and then... a powerful array of rays shot towards the deep purple Eye of Fear!

The undead's actions immediately drew the attention of everyone near the Eye of Terror... but neither humans nor Eldar would stop them.

"It has begun, the final course of destiny."

Eldrad clutched the now-useless Crystal of Knowledge, unable to glimpse the future, and whispered excitedly…

The Tomb Assassins slowly rotated their sequence, and all the Black Stone arrays throughout the galaxy were awakened at the Silent King's command...

Immediately afterwards, the anti-spiritual energy emitted by the array instantly converged into the twelve Blackstone Fortresses!

Increase the power! Increase it again! Increase it again!

The deep green array of rays shot straight at the deep purple halo, the nightmarish color reflecting countless terrifying things in the non-material world, which shrank and shrank continuously in the face of the ultimate anti-spiritual power!

The Silent King gripped his scepter tightly, and Orkan also vanished into the flow of time...

All the undead entered the upper and lower timelines to fight against the undead who were trying to stop them!

This is a great war that no mortal race can witness... They must stop any enemy that might interfere with this moment from the beginning and end of time!

Just like when they mended this rift and went to fight against the servants of the ancient saints!

The Storm King led his forces back ten thousand years, to the moment when the Eye of Terror had just erupted... to fight against the countless Slaanesh demon armies that were trying to destroy Kadia at that time.

Billions of Gaussian dissociation rays and terrifying weaponry were unlocked, clashing with an endless army of demons. Even the Storm King chose to wield his scepter and fight off his throne!

The Endless One, Tarasim, returned to two years prior, to the land of Kadia, with his collection…