I am the magnetic field maniac

The operator of the vehicle let out a scream, his prosthetic eye was a top-of-the-line Van Saul model, one of its useful little tricks was a light-sensitive glare filter that allowed him to see clearly even in this gloom!

What on earth is that ahead?!

As soon as the scream came out, it was strangled in the throat.

A tall figure stood in the darkness under the pale cold light of the hive, right in front of their vehicle.

Then, a fist blew up their airship.

The violent shock knocked the two outstanding young men in the nest unconscious in an instant, and at the last moment of losing consciousness, they realized that they were being dragged away.

Losing consciousness in the hive and being dragged away is not good news.

After all, the darkest corners of these empires are not short of all kinds of monsters and demons, and the fate of falling into their hands... can be imagined.

When the young man woke up, he found himself tied up and thrown into a pit. His power armor had been taken off, and around him were his companions who were tied up and unable to move.

He struggled hard, but the restraints on his body became extremely tight. He felt a slippery touch, like some kind of grease, emitting a disgusting stench.

"Let me go! I am the third in line to the Damonte family! I..."

He screamed and tried to use his noble status to demand better treatment... but another voice appeared and drowned out all his voices...

"I'm beginning to understand that gloomy bastard Curze would like this kind of trick..."

The young man looked towards the source of the sound in fear, only to see a tall figure sitting on a black chair, blocking all the light.

His body exuded a strong smell of blood, and his eyes were filled with an indescribable joy.

He was very familiar with this look, because when he participated in the hunting activities to chase those "foxes", he also had this kind of happiness.

That is the happiness that transcends all constraints and rules, the happiness called "freedom".

Cultists? Heretics? Rebels? Or something worse?

The young man didn't know, but the smelly grease under his body took away his little remaining courage. Even if he opened his mouth to speak, he stammered and couldn't utter a single word.

"Thinking that letting people live a better life is being corrupted by Slaanesh...Thinking that letting people know a little knowledge beyond their own name is Tzeentch's doing. You say those stupid high lords of the Empire are worthy of respect...

You said that the mountains of documents in the Ministry of Justice and the appeals that will never be passed are inevitable pains... Then, do you also say that these shitty planetary governors and nobles are necessary for the existence of the empire?"

Angron looked at the Upper Nest nobles in the pit, and the statue of the Emperor not far away, and said with a mocking tone...

The Empire sucks. Very sucks.

If low administrative efficiency and extreme policies of keeping the people ignorant are necessary behaviors... then local corruption is a stain that the empire can never erase.

The relationship between many worlds and the empire is not one of superiors and subordinates, and can basically be seen as having no binding force at all - as long as the tithe is paid, the local planetary governor can do whatever he wants.

Those planetary governors, nobles and planetary defense forces are in collusion with each other, and some even bring in the garrisoned navy to act recklessly in the world that belongs to them.

The laws of the empire are almost meaningless to these local emperors. Even if the High Lords' Council of Terra knew about this, in order to win the support of these people in power, coupled with the poor legal system of the empire, they chose to turn a blind eye and indulge.

It can be said that 90% of the nobles and planetary governors in the one million worlds within the Empire are bastards who deserve to be dragged out and shot...

Ninety-nine percent of them are perfect fits of the descriptions of "degenerate" and "heretic" by the state church priests and members of the Inquisition.

But what happened to them? Nothing, unless they caused some serious unrest...

For example, if the lower class people were forced to vote for Chaos and a demon invasion occurred...

Otherwise, these governors and nobles would most likely act recklessly to the point where they would no longer be able to perform life-extending surgery.

The joke about the Ministry of Justice and the efficiency of the Empire is timeless. An oppressed veteran appealed to the Ministry of Justice, but was shot dead by a local noble before he even left the house...

And his appeal finally received a response after about six hundred years, and it took another two hundred years to reach the destination.

The verdict was that the old soldier was convicted of libel and defamation of the empire, but the person to be executed was an unknown distant relative of the old soldier.

This is also why there are always rebellions within the Empire. Don't put all the blame on the aliens and chaos.

In fact, most of the rebellions were caused by these planetary governors and their nobles themselves.

The empire's extreme inefficiency is not just due to technological limitations...

To a greater extent, it is the problem of redundant officials and bureaucracy that human social systems cannot escape!

Often, soldiers who can't survive and residents of low nests will start a rebellion... If it succeeds under extremely low probability, it will often lead to encirclement and suppression by the Astra Militarum...

If the Astra Militarum fails, it means that these guys have been connected to the aliens or chaos, and if they cannot be dealt with without the intervention of the Inquisition, the Empire will have the opportunity to send the nearby Astartes Chapter to deal with them.

As for the big mess that even the Astartes can't handle, well...then the Extermination Order...

The Empire is a rotting corpse, just like the Emperor on the throne, in a state between decay and death.

It is only a matter of time before this huge empire is destroyed if it continues like this...but before it is destroyed, he will surely bring inexhaustible happiness and faith to the Four Gods.

Angron knew full well that he had no right to mock the Emperor.

He also bears a great deal of responsibility for the rotten state of the empire...

Although his assistance to Horus during the Heresy was basically negative.

But he is still that damn traitor.

After removing the butcher's nails and finally being able to think completely calmly, Angron did regret some of his past actions, and thought that he might really have been a coward who accepted everything and wielded a knife against the weak.

The Emperor's sacrifice has given a long life to this enemy nation that should have been destroyed ten thousand years ago...

Although the people of the Empire lived a miserable life, they could still be considered "alive"... They were the only piece of chocolate covered in shit in this toilet.

The Empire was indeed built on sacrifice, the Emperor was sacrificing, so sacrifice from top to bottom was not uncommon - so in this light, should Angron go back to helping the Emperor?

"Fuck you." Angron raised his middle finger to the Emperor's statue and sneered...

Angron will never be enslaved by the Emperor again, no matter how many reasons you give him.

He knew that he had let down his former war dogs, and the children he had turned into World Eaters.

If there was a chance, Angron would do his best to compensate them and would not hesitate to abandon his dignity and apologize to them, even if it was too late.

But the Emperor was not among all the people he apologized to - even though he had pulled out the Butcher's Nail and gained his freedom, Angron only had deep resentment towards the Emperor.

In fact, it's not that Angron didn't try to understand the Emperor or really fight for humanity. He complained more than once that the Emperor was willing to drink, eat meat and wrestle with Russ, and help Mortarion get rid of his alien adoptive father who was about to kill him, but was unwilling to help him get his brothers and sisters on board.

The complaint itself is full of expectations and desires. Angron is not a complete lunatic - just like Bai Wujie said, he is just a submissive person.

And all this until he knew that the Emperor not only did not help him...

Instead, he made peace with the slave owners of Nuceria and even divided them into the Five Hundred Worlds governed by Guilliman, before they were completely annihilated.

No matter how many reasons the Emperor had, how many sacrifices he made, no matter how great he was, he was just a jerk to Angron.

The newly born Angron voted for a special "evil god"... and that evil god did not make any demands on Angron, but only gave him the seed of power and then let him choose.

Angron, who had been enslaved his entire life, chose "freedom" this time.

What is freedom? Angron's understanding is that he doesn't care about the so-called necessity and justice at all. Damn it, Angron just wants to live happily this time!

Perhaps it was because the painful part of his soul had been cut off, but Angron's personality became extremely self-centered. Or perhaps this was the so-called "freedom".

Angron, who was used to speaking with foul language to please himself, no longer looked like a Holy Primarch of the Emperor, but more like a street thug.

But he didn't care, because he just wanted to curse that golden bastard so damn well!

He was tired of talking like an actor in a stage play...even if he was mad, he had to use those flowery words and write fucking hymns to Khorne!

I've had enough of the red tape!

And similarly, what he wants to do is to pursue freedom and happiness!

He walked to the pit without saying a word, but some people gathered around him, some of whom were hunted like animals by the hive nobles.

They looked at Angron in fear, and then at their "masters" in the pit, holding torches but cowering to move forward.

"If you don't dare to do anything, get out of here right now," Angron said bluntly.

"Look at these people who are bullying you. You can kill them with just a move of your hands, but you don't even have the courage to do that."

Angron's words stimulated the hunted animals. A thin girl immediately snatched the torch and threw herself into the pit screaming.

Then, the flames ignited the oil, and the high temperature and pain burned the nobles in the upper nest. They screamed and wailed in pain, and the sound of their cries echoed throughout the empty hall.

What did Angron do? He took a cigarette, lit it with the flames of the howling, writhing bodies, put it in his mouth and took a deep breath.

call……

That’s the taste, it’s so refreshing.

A happy smile appeared on Angron's face, because what he was doing was the freedom he had always pursued.

During his uprising in Nuceria, Angron had never cared about the greater good.

He burned down the cities that disobeyed him and caused him to lose his brothers, and he killed all those who were unwilling to resist the high-ranking knights!

Although he was influenced by the Butcher's Nails at that time, it is undeniable that Angron himself hated this kind of "unspoken rules".

Acting without caring about the consequences, does it sound like Leman Russ? But not, because Angron will never submit to any authority or goal at this moment, he just wants to do what he thinks should be done!

"That bastard is right. Doing what you think is right is fucking freedom!"

Angron threw the cigar in his hand into the flames and closed his eyes in enjoyment...

Although his mortal body was cumbersome, it allowed him to clearly feel the pleasure of hormone secretion - this was a very normal happiness and had nothing to do with Slaanesh.

Don't associate anything related to happiness with Slaanesh's corruption. Slaanesh is not that omnipotent nor that idle.

In most cases, unless he actively seeks fun... normal human happiness is not enough to attract Slaanesh to erode.

Was Angron's happiness normal? He didn't know, and he didn't care - he knew full well that his soul would never give Slaanesh any chance.

As for his "subordinates", Angron took a quick look. Some had twisted expressions of satisfaction, some were thinking carefully, some were afraid, and some had expressionless faces full of murderous intent.

Well, what should I do if one of my subordinates is corrupted by Chaos?

Angron thought about it, then gave up.

What else is there to consider? If someone goes too far and makes him unhappy, just kill him!

Damn it, why think so much!

"Okay, that damn bastard has been roasted into charcoal. But that's not enough, I still want to make enough guys who make me unhappy suffer a fate worse than death!"

It was not until the flames died down that Angron looked at the rescued civilians and spoke.

If Koz were here, he might consider justice, punishment, deterrence, or some other messed up terms.

But Angron would not care. After all, everything Curze did was in vain...

What's more, Angron is not as sentimental and literary as his bat brother. He now has only one simple idea and goal in his mind.

The simpler and more direct it was, the happier Angron felt. And the more this happened, the smoother he felt the "magnetic field rotation" in his body was, and the increase in horsepower was incredibly fast!

"Sir, what are you going to do?" a pale and thin woman asked timidly in a low voice.

"Good question. I plan to kill them directly at the upper nest." Angron said with a grim smile.

"Kill all the nobles and their families, then hang the planetary governor and take control of the planetary defense forces. If you can't control them, kill them all. Only the obedient ones will stay. Then distribute all the nobles' property. Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be killed without a single one left alive!"

Yes, Angron’s plan was so simple that it could be summed up in six words - charge forward and kill the whole family, just like he had commanded the World Eaters before!

Even though most of the people in Zhongchao were illiterate and had never read any books, they could sense that the adult in front of them was unreliable.

They looked at each other and shrank back.

Angron didn't care. He had given up trying to unite any forces or make speeches to win over any forces.

Even though he knew that the "good things" he did would eventually be distorted by the ugliness of human nature, he would not feel angry or any other unnecessary emotions.

It was like he knew clearly that what he was doing would not lead to any good ending... because even if his rebellion was successful, the Imperial Navy might come soon, and after killing them, there would be Astartes or something else.

Even if it all passes, this planet may become chaotic from now on.

But Angron didn't care at all. He just wanted to do the simplest and happiest thing - kill those who made him unhappy, then he would be happy!

Without considering the consequences and the so-called overall situation, Angron completely chose a bad attitude towards life.

Consequences? The overall situation? I don't care! I, Angron, will never bring any fancy excuses or colors to my actions. I do this purely because I want to do it, nothing more!

The power of the rotating magnetic field in his body gave Angron a sense of confidence and happiness. Perhaps because of this, coupled with his own rebound after being enslaved for a long time, he had basically given up thinking.

Angron was very happy now, and he even began to regret why he didn't have the courage to drive his ship to ram the Emperor's flagship.

Since I consider death as a relief, then since there is no worse possible outcome, I should just go crazy to my heart's content!

Amid the rising black smoke, the madman Angron left with a wild laugh... and the withered yellow statue of the Emperor slowly cracked under the rising flames.