I am the magnetic field maniac

"enough!"

Dark Angel Priest Balthas, who had been silent the whole time, stopped this low-level and meaningless quarrel with a deep voice.

He looked at Bai Qianshuang - those black eyes were filled with vigilance and murderous intent that wished to tear him into pieces, but it was not out of anger, but out of fear.

A fear that seemed to be engraved deep in the bones of these dark angels.

"Who are you? Why do you know so much?" he asked in a low voice.

"Is that a lot? I know a lot more, like the Second Empire..."

Bai Qianshuang leaned against the wall and said lazily...

"To be honest, the secret my brother left me is extremely dangerous in this universe. I suspect that the people who want to kill me can line up from Comoros to the Eye of Terror. This may be partly why I stay here and don't go out."

This is not a joke, this is real.

For ordinary time travelers, the most dangerous thing about this shitty universe is not the wars that can be seen everywhere or the demons in the subspace - the most dangerous thing is that you know too many secrets.

The first problem any Hammer guy faces when he travels to this universe is that he knows too much.

From the ancient truth of the War in Heaven, the fall of the Old Ones and the rise of the Four Gods.

Then there are the many unspeakable truths about those four bastards, the PY transaction with a crazy shaman hybrid (wrong), etc...

From the untold secrets of a certain eternally loyal legion, to the forgotten empire, to...

In a universe where every flash of thought creates a ripple in the warp, what happens to your mind when you know so much?

If you collect everything you know and write a setting collection, or go even further and make some chess pieces and sell them to people to play with, the scene will definitely be very interesting and lively.

Then it would not be excessive if the number of people who want to kill you could fill an entire star zone.

But the greater probability is that because you know too much, you were contaminated by those four things in the subspace and turned into a chaos egg the moment you landed.

"So, do you want to listen?" Bai Qianshuang looked at these people jokingly, and then teased...

"I have an interesting show here called, Um... If the Emperor Had a Speaker."

19. Shithole and Madman

“BecauseIamthefuckingemperor!!”

In the dark cell, the very bored Bai Qianshuang performed a very boring stand-up comedy.

His personality has always been so funny. Compared with his mature and steady brother, his overly free and easy personality has always been his biggest characteristic.

Oh, and the same bad taste as his brother.

Like now.

Bai Qianshuang, who performed a stand-up comedy on a famous Terra radio program out of extreme boredom, was very happy... because the expressions of the Astartes in front of him made him fully experience the pleasure of bad taste.

If these Astartes were not unable to leave their cells, if they were not the inquisitors and lunatics of the state religion who were obsessed with their faith, they would have rushed up without hesitation and smashed him into a pulp.

"This is fucking blasphemous!!"

In the name of the Emperor's Holy Spring Bag, this is something that has come out of the mouth of that restless young wolf, Jomond, more than once.

"Isn't it interesting?" Bai Qianshuang grinned wildly.

"After I get out, I must find a way to hack into Terra's broadcasting system and play the Emperor's sacred curse words in a 24-hour loop. Hehehe, it will definitely bring endless surprises to your Emperor!!"

Well, the greater probability is that tens of millions more cultists emerged from Terra that day.

"So, you're trying to say that you're not a human from this universe?"

The priest Balses was not affected by the Emperor's sacred curse words - or rather, he forced himself not to think about such blasphemous things. He just stared at Bai Qianshuang and said...

"This is just nonsense." Think tank Osniel said succinctly.

"Something you don't understand or know doesn't mean it's nonsense. Besides, I never need you to believe in anything." Bai Qianshuang shrugged.

"In fact, I don't even care about the humans in your universe. Whatever happens, it has nothing to do with me."

Bai Qianshuang's personality is different from other martial gods. He doesn't care about racism...

After he succeeded his brother, the Sea Tiger God of War, he even became more conciliatory towards the mutants on Mars.

What's more, there is just too much shit in this universe.

To paraphrase Chagatai Khan, the empire is a pile of shit, and chaos is worse than shit.

But in fact, for most ordinary people, there may not be much difference between the two sides, and their cognition cannot support them to distinguish the good from the bad.

How does the story go?

You are a civilian boy from an imperial world. Your father was forcibly conscripted and his life or death is uncertain. 90% of the pension was eaten up by the governor and his subordinates.

Your mother worked herself to death to feed you and your sister... Your six-year-old sister looked at the empty bowl and smiled, saying she was full...

All you want is to earn enough bread for your family tomorrow morning and a little life-saving medicine.

But unfortunately, you get nothing by praying to the emperor, and all you get for working hard is a meager salary that can't even feed yourself...

You watched as 80% or even 90% of your income was divided up by those nobles and officers who could never even starve, and watched them revel every night...

All you can do is wait for the gangsters to come and collect protection money tomorrow, and you are unable to pay, so you can only watch your sister being forced to become a child prostitute in despair.

Then one day a voice came from the void, granting you great power, and with the strength you killed all the gangsters who bullied you.

And that voice doesn't ask for any reward as long as you keep killing, so you do it... and your mother doesn't have to work herself to death every day, and your sister doesn't have to look at an empty bowl and force herself to say she is full... and you gradually start to live a good life, so you start to spread more teachings to people around you.

Well, if the story develops further, it may turn out that this bewitched mortal killed his mother and sister...

Or maybe the voice that helped you was a kind old grandfather who finally kept you and your family together - but there is only one thing that will be conveyed in this empty story.

The Empire and Chaos are just two different colored pieces of shit. But the Empire is actually the one that has a little nutrition in it.

Indeed, the empire has countless great stories forged by heroic sacrifices...but the vast majority of ordinary people still live a life worse than death.

And those who oppress them are not the demons in those stories, but still their own kind.

The empire has this kind of character from top to bottom, and the high lords work diligently for the empire. But the funny thing is that even if you are the most loyal person, you are capable of working harder...

But when thirteen people at a table all had the grand ambition of "my method can save the empire", what they showed was extremely idiotic attacks on each other.

The possibility that the High Lord is a Chaos believer is infinitely close to zero... But that's the problem. Even if you don't commit malfeasance, you are capable, and you are loyal -

But when too many conflicting and hostile people gather at one table...

The simplest government affairs are often delayed with extremely low efficiency to an intolerable level.

Not to mention the various idiotic operations these high lords have come up with to attack their political enemies - to put it bluntly, isn't the future Minister of the Interior who dares to remonstrate with Guilliman and force the Primarch to be their puppet also a "loyal" and "capable" person?

But isn't what he did just so stupid that it makes your blood pressure soar?

But he himself believed that this was the only way to prevent the Empire from experiencing the "Horus Heresy" again.

Wangorich's dictatorship has achieved what may be the most efficient and useful sixty years of mortal governance in the empire's ten thousand years, which is the best reflection of the empire's current ridiculous situation.

This is true for the high lords above, and even more so for the inquisitors at all levels below, including the planetary governors and nobles.

Because the emperor is far away, these guys have oppressed and corrupted the people of this planet to a suffocating degree...

The empire's crude and simplistic black-and-white binary is the most direct cause of the constant rebellion over the past ten thousand years.

Not to mention the "cold trade" that few people know about. The empire's national policy is to eliminate aliens and chaos...

But there are always exceptions. Some high-ranking officials in the empire and even some bigwigs on Terra might be speculative or curious about alien creations...

They would secretly build a route for trafficking serious contraband through trade nodes such as the Maelstrom.

Some things that seemed incredible or even pure heresy to the people of the Empire were able to circulate through trade nodes across the galaxy and into the hands of the Imperial dignitaries, some of whom were even big shots on Terra.

And Terra's turning a blind eye to the governors and nobles of various planets is largely due to this -

In addition to the main reason of administrative inefficiency, the secondary reason was that the income paid by these governors and nobles and the large amount of contraband from the cold trade met the needs of the imperial nobles.

But is this against Imperial law? Of course not. Is it heresy? Damn heresy.

It is even said that the Chaos warlord Huron the Blackhearted King of the Maelstrom is one of the participants in this trade route... Otherwise, where would he get the financial and material resources to be his timely help!

The Solar System, theoretically the safest place for humans, is actually no different from any other cesspool.

Just like there are a lot of evildoers and various cultists hiding under Terra, and because there are enough powerful people there, it is even more excessive in harboring filth and dirt!

And will anyone find out about them?

The Inquisition? The Ministry of Justice? The State Religion?

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Even the three major inquisitions of the Order of Suppression, especially the Inquisition of Aliens, are strong supporters of this additional theory!

They are against aliens, but they hold a large number of alien creations in their hands. Aliens appear in the Alien Court, and demons appear in the Demon Court. This is no joke.

With such a pattern of exploitation at every level, how much of the hardship the people of the empire have to endure is actually due to "helplessness" rather than the oppression of these insects?

Are the empire’s overall resources really not enough for all its people to live a barely human life?

Are all the industrial and agricultural worlds on a million planets really not enough to cope with frequent wars, so that desperate soldiers have to eat corpse starch?

Most of the rebellions have nothing to do with demons or alien hair...

It was just a rebellion of the common people who could not survive the oppression of the governor and the nobles.

You point at this group of people and say they are rebellious heretics. No wonder there has never been a shortage of Astartes who couldn't stand the Empire and defected over the past ten thousand years.

The corruption of the empire is all-encompassing. It is true that we can be moved by the emperor’s sacrifice by focusing on the grand narrative, but the stench of the empire is truly unbearable.

Even the Primarchs were unwilling to manage this empire...

When Vulkan returned from the Beast Wars, he didn't bother to deal with the Empire, which was not yet completely rotten, but now this Transition, which is basically a rotting corpse...

After waking up, Guilliman was furious and believed that the empire should be destroyed in Horus's rebellion!

Guilliman, who is the Primarch who understands and plays politics the best, has this attitude, let alone the other Primarchs.

Bai Qianshuang had no right to judge whether they were good or bad. After all, there was not a single race in this shithole universe that was not shit.

Even the titanium that looks relatively human is only because they have not yet understood the nature of the shithole.

He was unhappy because he hated it all. And as a magnetic field man, his morality was even closer to Khorne's than the humans in this world.

He hated all classes and bloodlines, and detested the shackles imposed on people by so-called beliefs and other things.

Of course, in this universe, pursuing progress is equivalent to moving towards chaos, and a large part of the Empire’s current shitty state is “necessary”.

But what remains unexplainable is that the ugliness of human nature is still the inevitable result that has led the empire to such an ugly state.

Bai Qianshuang would not criticize, because he could not find any way to change it. But he did not like it, just like the human who came from the golden age and wanted to save his compatriots in this era but was killed by them. He hated everything here, so he would not hide his disgust.

After all, isn’t a magnetic field guy like Bai Qianshuang also a piece of shit?

That's fine, just keep stirring. Even in such a universe, Bai Qianshuang will still be a willful magnetic field master - I do whatever I want!

"Then what was your purpose in escaping?"

The weak Chrom woke up at some point, looked at him dimly and said...

"I'm going to the Eye of Terror to find my elder brother." Bai Qianshuang said with a squint

"I brought you along because I don't know how to navigate in this universe, and I need someone who knows. And also because that guy named Guo Zhen said he has a way to get us out of Comoros."

"Escape? You are locked in a cage just like us." Jomond sneered.

Bai Qianshuang didn't say anything, but just pushed lightly, and the cell door, which was not locked at all, was opened directly.

Squeak...

Jomond opened his mouth with a look of having eaten shit on his face. He had nothing to say. They all had to acknowledge this fact.

This "mortal" can actually leave the cell at any time and not associate with them.

Unlike the rest of them, what trapped him was not the prison door or the padlock, but the city of Comoros itself, or rather, this vast subspace.

They were brought along only because they had experience in navigating the subspace - there was no cooperative relationship between them at all.

As for whether those shocking words said by this bastard are true or false, it doesn’t seem to matter.

If you can't escape from Comoros, everything you say is nonsense; if you can't leave the subspace, everything you say is empty talk.

Theoretically, the Empire still has five living Primarchs!

Isn't it just rotten like this?