I am the magnetic field maniac

He was wearing a silver-gray Terminator power armor, holding an ancient Titan sword in his right hand and a bloody bird head of the Changeling Demon Lord in his left hand.

Obviously, this traveler from the subspace was very surprised as to why he was suddenly caught here from the front line where the evil gods were fighting... But he knew that the Blood God's domain had been closed and no one knew what had happened here.

But now, he knows.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor..."

Cardo Diego looked at the torn chaotic wasteland, the destroyed brass fortress - most importantly, at the end, there was a figure sitting on top of countless trembling skulls!

He stopped breathing instinctively and prayed like a groan, even though he didn't see it directly...

But the moment he looked directly at it, Diego still felt that his soul was burned by blood and fire!!

But the next moment, something happened that challenged his sanity even more.

"Fuck, you're a paraplegic and you can't stand up, right? Then I'll help you cut off your unused leg!!"

Laughing wildly, a bloody figure rushed towards Khorne on the throne without hesitation, like a sea tiger swimming in a sea of ​​blood! !

Diego couldn't see clearly what happened, but he only heard the simplest word echoing in his ears.

kill!kill!kill!

As Khorne roars with joy and anger, the ultimate fight begins in this realm of endless war!

28. New Angron

Fine acid rain constantly beats on this steel jungle, and countless towering buildings that seem to have no end block out the light of the distant stars above the planet.

The name of this planet is Sintira. It is the capital of the Calixis Sector in the Nebulous Star Region and one of the prosperous areas of the Human Empire.

This small planet has a permanent population of 25 billion. There is no doubt that this is a pure hive world.

Syntila consists of two largest hives:

Sibelius and Tarsus share the lead, though some prefer to say it: shared.

The vast majority of the planet's miserable living population is crammed into these two hives.

This place is no different from most worlds in the Empire.

The nobility is corrupt and ignorant, and planetary governors come and go.

The upper class elites are so entrenched in the corruption of power and privilege that they believe they are above the laws of the empire and act arbitrarily.

The people of Zhongchao work hard for the empire and never live past the age of 35. Ignorance becomes a virtue, and death becomes a reward for so-called loyalty...

In order to pay the high tithe and various taxes extorted by the nobles and military officers, residents generally had no savings.

An illness, a hunting trip on a whim of the nobles, a sudden tax increase, or even an act of usurpation in order to survive can lead to death.

From the day they were born, people were taught to give everything for the empire, to work hard to demonstrate their loyalty and values, not to question, not to think, not to be selfish, and to rely solely on the God-Emperor for his protection.

The people living in the Middle Nest are not much different from slaves...

Every citizen has to engage in various highly polluting and high-risk production work and be incorporated into the planetary defense force to eliminate cultists starting from the age of eleven. The reward for lifelong slavery here is the peaceful sleep of death and return to the Golden Throne.

As for the Underhive? Need I say more? It was a living hell, a place that was as bad as the Comoros.

Ha ha

This world is a black comedy that makes people unable to laugh at all. It is depressing and painful. Survival here is a sad beginning, and the result of the end is just leading to a fucking ending that no one knows.

Return to the Golden Throne?

Who has been to the Golden Throne? Who has come back? Who can guarantee that the God-Emperor really exists? If he exists, why has he never protected us?

Those pastors keep telling us that heresy comes from thinking, but what does heresy mean?

Why is it a degeneration for us to think about how to live a better life?

If wanting to live a slightly better life is a kind of degradation, then what are those nobles?

They are high and mighty, they are born noble.

They could wantonly hunt down the civilians in the Nest with weapons like hunting wild beasts, killing them, torturing their wives and seven-year-old daughters, and even doing more depraved things.

Who punished them?

Has the state religion punished them? Where is the Inquisition? Where is the Ministry of Justice?

We have only seen them in myths, the great saint Sebastian, the hero Malcador, but we have never seen someone who would help us, who would punish those who are unjust.

No, those nobles are all living well, enjoying delicacies and pleasures every day that we commoners have never seen in our lives, and they live seven times longer than the average lifespan of Zhongchao commoners.

Even those pastors of the state religion, those preachers of the so-called grace of the God-Emperor... they only repeat like a repeater that we should believe in the Emperor...

But they were unwilling to share with us even a little of the moldy food that filled their warehouses.

You tell us that all your work and efforts are for the good of the empire.

Every screw we tighten will eventually become a bomb falling on the heads of heretics and aliens.

You said that our hard work is a necessary sacrifice, and only our sacrifice can create a great empire and ensure the eternal glory of mankind.

You said that spiritual belief and loyalty will free us from physical pain and shackles... The loyalty and dedication at this time are to allow our souls to return to the Golden Throne after death.

But what about them?

Why don't those nobles have to pay?

Why can they enjoy this?

Why are they above the law?

You say that our labor keeps the empire going, but we see those nobles squandering our labor and efforts.

Of the taxes exacted from us, they squander no less than the tithes which they pay to the Empire.

However, they are the cornerstone of the empire and the role model of imperial loyalty.

Then what are we?

If we don't speak up, we will fall silently like humble ants, our bodies will be dragged to the factory to be made into corpse starch, and then become the next meal of our companions.

What if we made a sound?

We become heretics, criminals, cultists who deserve to go to hell - and then, those who will never do justice for us appear.

Someone please save us, please, anyone please save us...

Tarsus Midnest

In the enclosed steel jungle, under the countless acid rains that corroded the ground and metal, in a dark shed...

The old soldier wearing the inferior uniform of the planetary defense force was coughing heavily, his pale face was already terminally ill due to diseases such as pneumoconiosis.

But he still looked at the cold-blooded law enforcement officer in front of him and begged in grief...

"My Lord, I just want to feed my child..."

"Citizen of the Empire, reports from multiple third parties indicate that you have violated Imperial law... I will accurately judge your crime according to the established regulations in the Book of Judgment."

The law enforcer wearing heavy armor was like an emotionless machine. He raised his power scepter and read out the evil deeds of the criminal in front of him...

"Reselling the Emperor's sacred property, including but not limited to a second-class medal of the Planetary Defense Force, two lumberjacks, and fifty-two bullets..."

"But sir, those are my property after I retire." The old soldier's face flushed with excitement, and he begged while holding back the severe pain...

"I sold them just to get some food. My wife volunteered to be a fox for our child. My child is only four years old now. I have never received any relief money. You also forbid retired soldiers from doing labor and keep them waiting to be called up at any time. Cough cough cough!"

He was only twenty-one, but he had aged beyond recognition. He was a retired soldier, with honors and merits... but he had nothing but a tin medal and his old friend.

He fought for the Empire, against those cultists and even aliens... But after being injured and retired, he could only watch his wife, who grew up with him, volunteer to be the prey hunted by the hive nobles just in exchange for a little food to feed him and his son, so that he would not have to watch his son and husband starve to death in front of him.

He was loyal to the Empire, but he wanted his child to live.

He secretly sold the old friend who had accompanied him to the battlefield in exchange for two bags of thin rations mixed with wood chips and sand, but as soon as he returned home, he was visited by law enforcement officers.

He hoped that his pleading would win a little mercy - at the very least, he wanted to leave the last rations for his children.

Let him live a little longer, at least until he is old enough to work as a screwdriver in a factory in exchange for food.

"Under Imperial law, your Imperial presence has been revoked...According to Imperial law, the tithes and fines you owe will be inherited by your children."

The law enforcement officer read out the statement expressionlessly, as if he had not heard the other party's defense at all...

"Three charges from the Munitions Department: defaming the Emperor's Mercy of Food, publishing hateful content against the Empire, and making inaccurate comments on the Munitions Department's propaganda."

The old soldier coughed, he could not refute nor speak at all. He did say these words, he and his comrades discussed the teeth of others they ate from corpse starch...

He spoke ill of those officers who were born into aristocrats but had never been on the front line for a day.

Also, they complained about the sentence in the "Weekly Article" of the Military Affairs Department: "Work hard, and your life will get better and better."

Yes, he said it all, but he never said anything in public, and he swore he really only complained about it in private.

There are many, many topics that cannot be touched at all... For example, where did the pensions of the soldiers who were recruited from Zhongchao go after they retired?

They go to bureaucrats to apply countless times and are asked to prove themselves. Is that the problem?

"Based on multiple charges, you will be stripped of your Imperial citizenship, transformed into a servitor, and will use your life to repay the tithes you owe."

The law enforcement officer continued to announce the sentence on the criminal like a machine.

"The remaining debt will be inherited by your relatives. Considering your child's age, we will transform him into a semi-sentient robot servant to carry out the hive pollution cleanup work to repay the debt."

"Cough cough cough!!"

The old soldier was unable to speak. Despair and pain had made this wounded body unable to express any words. He looked at the law enforcement officer in despair, looked at it, roared in despair, and questioned...

"Why don't you punish them? Why only punish us? Does your law only apply to people like me who have done nothing wrong?"

"Sacrifice is the cornerstone of the empire." The law enforcer preached ruthlessly.

"Our lives are the Emperor's currency. We must all use them wisely."

“Haha, sacrifice… sacrifice…”

The old soldier's face twitched and struggled, immense pain spread throughout his body... and his soul, at this moment, began to expand strangely!

An invitation was sent to the depths of his soul, accept it, then his soul will be replaced, and accordingly, everything before him will be avenged!

The veteran doesn't know whose voice this is?

The Emperor? Or some other fucking thing? Whatever, he roared his promise!

The old soldier's face twisted for a moment, and then his crippled legs supported his body and he stood up.

An incredible miracle, and the law enforcement officer in front of him was still reading the contents meticulously like a machine.

"Attention! Heretic, stop resisting, otherwise we will end your right to life here, and your debts will be inherited by your relatives in equal proportion..."

"Fuck you!"

Extremely irritable, the old soldier burst out with strength and temper that did not belong to this body!

With one punch, the law enforcer and his power armor were shattered into a pool of meat stuck to the wall!

Even with only the upper body left, the law enforcement officer still repeated the same message like a machine.

"Pay attention, heretic, your actions have violated ..."

"Ugh, ahhhh!"

Amidst a painful twist and groan, the veteran's body continued to squirm, his muscles and skin mutated and rewritten in an instant, and then his bones began to stretch and reshape!

Finally, accompanied by a flash of lightning, a brand new person stood here.

"I, I am..." He looked at his hands in confusion and whispered...

"I am... Angron?"

29. The Rebirth of the Demon Primarch

The soul of every demon primarch is a treasure of the evil god. Although many people laughed at Khorne for not drawing the card he wanted...but Angron's soul is still extremely precious to Khorne.

The preciousness of the souls of the Primarchs lies in their independence - even if they are infused with the power of the evil gods, they can still maintain their independence of self and even soul.

Most of the demon princes have actually become part of the evil gods from the moment they were promoted from mortals to demons. They have no self at all, and it is simply the will of Khorne that drives their pathetic bodies.

The soul is manipulated by them, the body is filled with warp energy... Except when fighting for the evil gods in the physical universe, there is no freedom at all.

But the soul of the Primarch was different.