I'm a magnetic field madman

Suddenly appearing before the Mortarion and the Nurgle archdemons, who were prepared to blast this planet in the name of Nurgle, were Space Marines and precious units from various eras of the Imperium.

"Greetings, Lord of Death."

Tarasin, filled with excitement and malice, laughed wildly at Mortarian...

Orkan returned to the moment the Great Crusade began, while the Menak dynasty returned to the beginning of the Eldar's fall, to the moment when Sen's IE was born.

They must confront the Slaanesh demons surging forth like a sea, preventing them from traversing time to disrupt the stitching of the Eye of Terror.

Following the Silent King's command, all the Necropolises throughout the galaxy are traversing the flow of time... to ensure that the Unborn in the Warp cannot interfere with this sacred moment!

The transition to reality took only thirteen seconds, and the massive, deep purple rift had already slowly healed.

But the Silent King knew that, both above and below the timeline, his people had been fighting for countless years.

This was not a worthwhile deal; his race had suffered heavy casualties after this. And although he had decided to temporarily withdraw from the galaxy, such a choice was truly a thankless and arduous one.

The Silent King doesn't believe that humans and Eldar will have a good impression of them.

However—he no longer cared. For the future of the galaxy, every race was fighting with all their might. Even the Eldar and humans could join forces, so why couldn't he sacrifice some?

Everything was for the truly beautiful ending of the Milky Way!

hum...

With a clear chime, the deep purple color covering the sky of Kadia slowly faded away, and the moment it was done, the Silent King, all the undead, and their Black Stone Fortress vanished from their spot.

It was as if they had never existed.

On the high ground of the Cardia, the Cardia people, who were fully prepared, wept with joy and cheered!

But when they want to shout out someone's presence—

for……

For...who?

182. The True Self of the Emperor

From their birth to their formal emergence, emperors played the role of observers behind the scenes of human history for 30,000 years, watching the development and changes in human history unfold, but they were by no means mere spectators.

He was deeply involved in the transformation of human history and left a profound mark on human history under different aliases.

He established the first human city in Mesopotamia and wrote the first human canon.

He once conquered the entire Mediterranean and built the foundation of the Roman Empire from scratch.

He was also a religious leader who led the twelve apostles in an attempt to soothe Rome’s corrupt faith with the doctrines of gratitude and kindness—but he was betrayed and assassinated, and after his resurrection, he left the place.

He was once a madman for war, launching one deadly war after another in his pursuit of unification.

He was once a legendary saint who wielded a holy spear to slay evil dragons.

he……

There are too many to count. Over the course of 30,000 years, emperors have played an immeasurably important role in human history. Whenever human history falls into a cycle or regresses, emperors will step in.

Emperors never leave their real names in history, nor do they need such things—they themselves are the history of humankind!

He has traversed various civilizations, using different aliases and incarnations. He has accompanied humanity all the way to this day, always disguising himself!

Even his current identity as an "emperor" is nothing more than a disguise for him.

The children born in that Mesopotamian village never revealed their true selves, but instead always acted and played roles, trying to assume identities suitable for the development of human society and to become beings that could promote greater prosperity for humanity.

Therefore, when Draconion transformed into one of the many murderers in human history, he was able to so easily force the Emperor to his knees!

In this supreme realm that spans the entirety of time, Draconian possesses the power to substitute for all those who have committed murder throughout human history.

The breadth and magnitude of this scope is almost unimaginable—at least the vast majority of the famous figures and great men who have left their mark on history fall within the sphere of Draconian's power.

But how many of these are actually "disguises" of emperors?

He is constantly transforming into many great figures in human history, many great figures who have committed murder!

And in all of this, he was always able to find the emperor's disguise correctly, and then fight the emperor!

Emperors always win, but with each victory, they erase their past and completely destroy their former identity.

As he began to kill his past enemies, the emperor began to decline uncontrollably.

Because it was both a reduction of everything he had in the past, and the emperor was also trying his best to bear the backlash of distorting human history.

He cannot allow humans to bear the consequences of time reversal caused by erasing their past identities.

Some say that the times create heroes, but for the emperor, this "hero" had already stirred up far too many waves of the times and the tides of time.

The more they fight, the more they decline; the more they win, the weaker they become.

The more an emperor kills himself, the weaker he becomes, and at the same time, the more emotional he becomes.

He began to weep, to sigh, to grieve, but this was not weakness or evil, but merely the rise of ego and the fall of divinity.

The primordial demons, laughing wildly, grew ever more powerful, while the Lord of Humanity, under the immense pressure of human history, grew ever weaker.

With the balance of power shifting, the battle situation finally... reversed.

Blood stained the golden mist. The emperor suddenly hunched over, the warlord's body tensing with an intense pain he had long since forgotten.

Behind him, five long, spear-like claws stood proudly erect, with specks of scarlet blood splashing everywhere like a torrential rain.

"Cuck!!"

The emperor's legs left the misty ground, and five sharp claws lifted him inch by inch. He was too weak to struggle; the longsword slipped from his feeble hand and disappeared into the thick fog.

Draconion, now transformed into Horus, the Chaos Warmaster, looked at the Emperor he had pierced and lifted, and laughed triumphantly...

"Your Majesty, you have been defeated!"

I am the end of the empire!

Draconion proclaimed this fact: the evil power of the demons tore at the Emperor's skull, brutally tainted his mind, and used his thoughts to sew his own blasphemous words!

No, he wasn't even an emperor; he was now a worthless "nameless man."

Instead, Drakengion gradually transformed into a burly, golden-haired giant!

Wearing a laurel wreath, wielding an imperial sword, and clad in eagle armor!

All identities and all existences have been destroyed by his own hands. Even the identity of Emperor and Dark Lord has been stripped away by Draconion!

All that's left is that purest self, something utterly worthless!

He, Draconion, is now the true emperor!

He laughed wildly, reveling in the glory of the faith and worship of countless people that he had seized from the emperor!

His existence elevated the throne of gods and the highest heavens, replacing the cold sun and becoming a great being on par with the four gods!

He reveled in the weeping of the nameless, in their pain and sorrow, and in that.

"Thank you."

As Draconion was on the verge of final victory, these words echoed in his ears…

He thought he had misheard. He was about to achieve final victory and usurp everything from the emperor—why was he hearing a voice of gratitude?

The golden light faded, and the nameless man, still weeping, instantly broke free of his restraints and knelt on one knee, one hand covering his chest, his disheveled hair obscuring his face. But beneath that hair was a face beaming with immense joy!

He laughed as he cried, he laughed wildly while tears streamed down his face...

Joy! Refreshment! Ease! The joy was genuine, a smile of unbridled delight at Draconian taking everything from him!

Draconion was puzzled. He stared blankly at the nameless man laughing wildly, but standing there was just a man.

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

He is the form that Draconian initially imitated; he is Draconian's reflection of the Emperor's crime of murder.

No, he wasn't an emperor either. He was just the original, ordinary person who, in a fit of rage, killed the man who murdered his father and uncle—nothing special.

Nameless, without a past, an insignificant figure in human history.

Such people have no historical value and are numerous throughout human history.

He will no longer have the title of emperor; he is just, merely a human being.

But they are the purest, most authentic, and untainted human beings.

Shedding all the names he had left in human history, he laughed happily and easily. Even having his imperial title taken away and having countless objects of worship occupied, he still felt extremely happy!

Because that represents the detachment from all that had once frantically severed his soul and identity, because that represents—he has completely rediscovered his true self.

"What are you laughing at? You're a nobody, you have nothing left!!"

Draconion used a shriek to mask the panic in his heart, roaring loudly to conceal the intense, indescribable fear and guilt within him!

"You're right, I'm a nobody now," he replied with a laugh, arrogant, conceited, and joyful...

"But you're not right either. I'm not without anything. I still have this—this is something that everyone has, the simplest thing."

As he spoke, he raised his fist, laughing evilly, wildly, and wantonly—and at the same time, an incredibly terrifying and horrifying magnetic field effect appeared on his body!

The strongest person wants to break free from fate, and he must also embody one emotion in everything—love, hate, madness, dominance, evil. Whatever the emotion, only by thoroughly integrating it into oneself can one become the true ultimate powerhouse!

Even when he was an emperor, he could never have done something so simple. Even if he was a great god-emperor worshipped by countless people, even if his power was equivalent to that of an ultimate powerhouse... his fragmented thoughts could not make him a true ultimate powerhouse.

Draconion stripped him of all his names, making him his true self—at that moment, he was just an ordinary person who had never revealed his true self before.

A mortal who possessed the qualifications of an ultimate powerhouse and had silently cultivated for over forty thousand years!

A terrifying magnetic field effect erupted from this unknown person!

His wild and joyful laughter was the ultimate comfort and exhilaration of being free from the curse!

Domineering! Mad! Evil! Hate! Love!

A person who is truly themselves, a person who is no longer bound by any identity or grand ambition!

And what about Drakenion, who stole everything from the God-Emperor?

He actually felt fear! In place of the cold sun, he felt a deep-seated fear of this nameless man!

"I, I'm not afraid of you at all!!"

Drakengion let out a fierce yet cowardly shriek, instantly summoning the Cursed Legion, his "loyal" offspring! He summoned Celestine, summoned all the great demons of the God-Emperor!

Holding everything stolen from the Emperor, he frantically tried to use it to strike and kill the nameless!

But facing those countless enemies, he merely smiled disdainfully...

"Look at them, have they ever been loyal to you?"

Draconion looked back in horror; everything he had stolen from the God Emperor was no longer obeying his commands!

Whether it was Felus, Celestine, or even any ordinary soldier of the Cursed Legion, they all stared at his back with cold and hateful eyes!

Did they break free from the curse?

Absolutely impossible! Draconian has completely taken everything from the God-Emperor!

He is the God Emperor, without a doubt!

"Loyalty is relative. They are loyal to me because I sacrifice for them—but you, with only pure hatred, how can you be the real me?"

An unknown man walked slowly in, and no one could stop him. He was proud and confident... He felt only deep contempt and ridicule for Draconian's usurpation!

Yes, is all humanity truly loyal to a mere corpse on a throne?

No, they are loyal to, and must be loyal to, the cursed one who is willing to sacrifice himself for all of humanity and endure ten thousand years of mad torment!

So what if we took his power? Without the spirit and actions of self-sacrifice, he could never have become an emperor!

He was nothing more than a pathetic, worthless, imposter, and incompetent Dark King who had no one to submit to or worship him!

You can't even devour a person's soul!

He had been stripped of everything, leaving him only with his fists, but that was enough. As a mortal, as an ordinary, nameless man, what he possessed was more than enough!

He raised his fist, walked over to Draconian who was still in shock, and smashed it down without hesitation!

But that was no ordinary punch; it was a punch amassed by an ultimate powerhouse over 40,000 years of quiet accumulation, a simple punch possessing a mere 900 trillion units of power.

boom!!

Within this subspace, a dazzling, blazing sun, which had covered the false, cold sun, burst forth in an instant!