I am the magnetic field maniac

Then, he said that when he was captured, he found a way to send a signal to his companions to determine the coordinates of the network, and as long as he waited until tomorrow, his companions would pick him up and leave here.

Although he did not say that his companion was Chagatai Khan, the words between the lines seemed to give a hint to those who had only heard of the legend of the Primarch - they would have a chance to meet a missing loyal Primarch tomorrow.

Is this self-proclaimed statement an impeccable one?

Or is it a lie that will be exposed with just a little effort?

No, neither.

This statement is like a truth. It has many places where you can find problems and ask questions, but it can't point out any definite logical errors.

The point is, you have no way of verifying whether it is false or not. He said there will be changes... but it is neither true nor false, it is just a prediction.

The butcher's nails destroyed Guo Zhen's brain and thoughts, and made everyone lose the possibility of obtaining the secret truth from him. Even Bai Qianshuang could not discern the true meaning in Guo Zhen's brain.

This frustrating fact becomes the final link to satisfy this statement.

As Astartes, they were instinctively wary and repulsive about such things.

But he didn't care about Bai Qianshuang at all.

Like he said, change is always better than rotting and unchanging.

If there is nothing worse than rotting in this dark city, then change must be a good thing.

So Bai Qianshuang is so heartless that she doesn't want to think too much.

This comes from his confidence in the power of magnetic fields, and of course it is also because his personality and thoughts are not as heavy as those of other unlucky people in this toilet world.

Magnetic field lunatics never like to think about too many complicated problems.

"Living in this universe, they have become accustomed to the unchanging in order to maintain a huge empire."

A low voice came from the side. It was from Ether Amine Shi, who had recovered from his injuries. He sat in a corner with his knees curled up, looking at the ray of light shining through the prison window, and said with a heavy and vicissitudes expression...

"My friend, you are not one of them, so we have no right to laugh at their plight... Perhaps for them, maintaining the status quo, preventing the entire huge system from collapsing, and just letting it rot slowly, is already the best scenario."

Yes, maintaining stability may be the best outcome for the human empire today.

Is change a bad thing? No, it has both good and bad sides. When a political system or a rule comes to an end, change can often bring it new vitality.

But the end of beauty may also lead to hell because of a change.

There is no good or bad in change, but for today's human empire, they can't stand any "change".

Maintaining control over a million planets, the countless worlds of a huge enemy country and the people living on them...

All of these make the huge empire suffer from different diseases all the time.

It's like a giant that is about to rot. Although it is still huge and powerful... the rot and disease all over its body are slowly taking its life.

The empire is not about to end, it will always end.

A political system that is too inefficient and a territory that is too vast.

To rule the galaxy also means being challenged by all other races in the galaxy...

There is nothing better than a dying overlord as a target for others.

There is no one who can lead the Empire to complete a thorough change. The Emperor has been silent for ten thousand years, and all the Primarchs have disappeared...

Today's huge vehicle of human empire has been speeding downhill for too long.

The Emperor once hoped to deceive his people with a lie called the Imperial Truth, to buy possible time to build the Webway and return mankind to the Golden Age.

He wishes to hand over the rule to mortals, because he has witnessed the Golden Age and believes that it was a better time.

But is what he did really right? Is it really possible for the Emperor's beautiful wishes to come true?

Humanity prospered during the Golden Age because of the relative peace of the Warp... because of the corruption of the Eldar, and because there were powerful Iron Men who would help them.

And if the humans of that time were placed in today's terrible universe, would they be able to rise again?

And the so-called "Golden Age" is only for humans... In fact, the real name of that era is the "Dark Technology Age"...

And the human beings in that era were not a complete whole at all...

In fact, from the perspective of ancient technology on various planets and the messy tampering of genes...

I'm afraid that humans at that time were not very open and friendly to aliens...

Mortal rule over the Imperium is not a foreseeable happy ending, the collapse of the Dark Age of Technology was like this, and even just from the Horus Heresy to the later Beast Wars...

The Zerg High Lords of the Human Empire and those stupid nobles have proven the limits of humanity more than once.

And of course, human polity should not be underestimated because of a small group of idiots.

There was once a powerful mortal high lord who single-handedly ruled the empire for eighty years, leading the corrupt empire to a better transformation.

Then, the man named Wangorichi went completely crazy.

After killing all the High Lords, he took over the power as the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court and ruled the empire for eighty years on his own, guiding a large number of changes... In the end, he was driven crazy by the countless political affairs and bureaucracy of the empire.

But at least he made the empire a better place, but the damage caused by his opposite example - the religious madman named Vandir - is completely beyond description.

Perhaps it is because of this dark history that the high lords who rule the empire are afraid of reform and change.

Even though he knew that the empire would eventually fall if the status quo was maintained - but at least he was still alive, wasn't he?

Even for the upward spiral of history, rotten things should be destroyed, and then new and vibrant existences should be born from destruction, and then the above cycle will continue.

"I like the saying that when a country is going downhill, someone has to step on the accelerator."

Bai Qianshuang looked at those Astartes and said lazily...

"But I'm really not qualified to judge you. You have too many and too complicated problems, so many that I'm not only not qualified but also too lazy to think about anything—

You may need the help of a Primarch, or even your Emperor himself... but if that happens, what will your High Lords do? Are you sure that the Zerg, who have held power for so long, will listen to the words of a Primarch, or even the Emperor?"

No, of course not. Bai Qianshuang, who had read the "plot", knew very well what choices and outrageous actions those high lords' insects would make.

Even when Guilliman woke up and half of the empire was dragged into the dark side of the empire by the erupting Eye of Terror...

Those high lords still chose to distrust the Thirteenth Prince who came to save the world.

Aside from the Assassins' Court and a few High Lords who chose to side with the Primarch...

Other Zerg, such as the High Lord of the Arbites, actually tried to stage a military coup on Terra to force Guilliman to submit to them, deprive him of all power and make him become a harmless statue.

So, don’t think that these high lords are such great and powerful rulers just because they work themselves to death all year round.

They are trying to keep the rotten empire from completely falling apart... but that's all they can do. It's their instinct for political factions to fight each other for their own interests...

In the end, holding each other back could be said to be the default norm for all the high lords at that table.

Of course, you can't say that these high lords are not wholeheartedly for the empire...it's just that everyone thinks they are the savior of the empire...

Naturally, he would label all other actors who were not on good terms with him as traitors like Horus, and then attack them crazily...

Well - I can only say that this is the case with any political system. Once democracy is established, its efficiency will drop infinitely.

Although the imperial system has nothing to do with democracy... but when a group of people get together for a meeting, inefficiency is inevitable.

And no matter what, resistance to change has already been imprinted in the hearts of these people.

Granted, perhaps a great change would indeed befall a certain bluebird...but what Tzeentch represents is never unbridled deterioration.

The essence of change is a process from good to bad and then from bad to good, from division to gathering and then to division. These high lords probably feel that there will be no better situation in the entire universe than the current empire.

But everyone has something to say, saying that any problem is the fault of the Four Gods. Although this is true, this huge rotten insect is really the level that a magnetic field guy like Bai Qianshuang would have a headache just by looking at it.

"You can only talk about others. If you were in charge of the empire, what would you do?"

Crom curled his lips and said, although he also hated the High Lords and those idiots of the Inquisition...

But it's still uncomfortable to be attacked by a guy who's not even an Imperial.

"I can't control it." Bai Qianshuang shrugged.

"I'm not the type to rule over others. I'm the type who'll slam on the gas when the car can't stop going downhill. Either we all get smashed to pieces, or we all die!"

The Bai family is not good at ruling, otherwise the entire earth would not have been turned into a wasteland by them in five thousand years.

But in reality, most of the magnetic field masters are probably not good at ruling, and really facing such a big mess of the empire...

If you let this group of lunatics come, the only thing they will do is probably just one simple word: kill - to others and to themselves.

Just think about the simplest things, this is the normal thinking of the magnetic field guys.

And for these Astartes, they should have such simple thoughts, but...

They can fire a bolt into the heart of the enemy of the Empire without hesitation, and they can sacrifice themselves to repel the enemy of humanity...

However, if these supermen have experienced enough battles, they will always be confused about whether they are really saving the empire, or whether they are just pawns in the hands of the powerful in the empire, sacrificing interests...

Or maybe they were just a feeble effort to hold a rotting corpse back from falling into the abyss.

Thinking breeds heresy, this saying may be true in this universe. Because once you think, in this hopeless universe and your own race, you will either rebel or give up.

After all, talking here is meaningless...

They all knew that they were just making preparations for tomorrow's battle.

But the nights before that, I just passed the time by talking about the Imperial Key Policy, which would never be mentioned in the outside universe.

Even Anishi was the same. He stroked the double-edged sword he had repaired and thought about the future of his race.

After understanding the irrationality of the universe and learning the true ancient history of the universe from humans and the elves.

Anishi was also extremely desperate about the future of his race.

But Anshi did not intend to let his people know all this.

Perhaps the history of humans and the Eldar has taught the cruelest lesson in history, that is, what you believe in will eventually betray you. But letting people understand this too early is just to drag them into the abyss of despair.

The Tau should open their eyes to the universe, but not now.

Perhaps one day they will inevitably have to face this cold and crazy universe... but before that, they should be fully prepared.

Anshi decided that if he could return to their home planet, T'au, the first thing he would do would be to carry out religious reform.

Abolish the people's overly fanatical worship of the etheric class, then implement the policy of not allowing intermarriage between castes, and then...

What could he do then? Anshi laughed at himself. He was not sure if he could escape, let alone whether he could achieve such a huge change. Even if he could, would he be able to see the results in his lifetime?

An Shi closed his eyes quietly. After all the sounds died down in the darkness, a cunning look suddenly flashed across Guo Zhen's eyes.

40. Khayon and Ahriman

The opening of the Night of Revelation is marked by celebrations throughout the Comoros.

Although this dark city is accompanied by pain, the joy that comes from joining in the fun seems to be applicable to all races.

Many noble Dark Eldars entered the most loyal Cain Arena in Comoros. All the Dark Eldars gathered here were noble true sons.

They were happy and laughing, not like a bunch of damn sweaty goblins.

They poured into the First Arena, which was extremely sacred to the Wuling Sect, and gathered there amid noisy laughter.

And the audience seems to be more than just the Dark Eldar.

From some gunboats and various flying vehicles flying across the sky, you seem to be able to see many figures that are not Dark Eldar.

Some of them are snake people who serve as bodyguards and servants, while others are truly "guests" from other races.

This proves the "enlightened" racial policy of the Dark Eldar from another perspective. They can even cooperate with a group of Chaos believers...

But no matter what, unwelcome people should not be allowed into such occasions.

For example, there are a group of people who are both Chaos believers and Psychics.

The tattered black robe concealed the dark blue power armor underneath...

A man who used psychic magic to disguise his tall figure raised his head and looked at the gunboats flying across the sky with a dazed look.

He seemed to be waiting, and also seemed to be searching for someone who he didn't know if he existed here...

But no, the scourge waving black feather wings was not here.

He felt melancholy and empty. Perhaps he had already gotten used to the time without her by his side. But when he returned to Comoros, some inappropriate emotions were still triggered.

"Are you thinking about your alien lover again?"

A deep voice sounded from the side, with the same tall stature... but he only used his psychic power to change his appearance in the eyes of others, and directly exposed his power armor.

But his helmet is unmistakable, with its horned crest emblazoned with the Prospero hieroglyphs of forbidden knowledge.