I am the magnetic field maniac

There are all kinds of monsters and demons there, from aliens to demons, there is no shortage of anything.

The only problem was how to get into the Terran Palace, since Angron knew he had no talent for covert intrusion.

In the past ten thousand years, very few people have successfully invaded the Terra Palace, and only a few have ever reached the throne room.

However, these very few successful guys made the Golden Corns nervous, and they strengthened the defenses of the Terra Palace by who knows how many times.

And the only time he had seen the Terran Palace was when he followed Horus to invade Terra, but the problem was that he didn't seem to have gotten in at that time...

So, after thinking for five seconds about how to infiltrate the Terran Palace, Angron decided to throw his brain away.

Damn it, I don’t want to think about it anymore!!

If you are not good at thinking, then don't think about it. The more complicated the plan, the more likely it is to go wrong - so if that's the case, Angron's plan is very simple!

Get on a ship heading to Terra, then jump off the ship after entering Terra, walk to the foot of the Terra Palace, and then fight your way up the mountain!

Kill your way through that golden corn, fight your way into the Terran throne room, put a sword to that bastard's neck, and make him claim Sintira for himself!

This plan is perfect!!

But to be honest, Angron was amused by himself after he finished his plan - he didn't know whether he had a vision or not.

You say he has no vision, but he dares to start a one-man rebellion.

You say he has a vision, but the purpose of his rebellion is just to get himself a planet to rule!

Such a crazy plan seemed extremely funny to Angron, but it was indeed the only solution he had.

Because he understood that even if he lowered his goal and kidnapped the governor of the star region in an attempt to exchange for peace, it would still be fruitless.

If we can't let the Terran High Lords Council, who are in charge of all this, know the danger all at once, even if these guys don't take action themselves...

The various evil spirits under their command will also be eager to take action against Sinti!

Besides, Angron couldn't think of any better way. After finalizing the plan, Angron immediately prepared to take action!

He planned to sneak directly into a pilgrim ship of the Redemption Sect and sneak into Terra with the fanatics who were planning to make the pilgrimage to Terra.

The plan cannot be said to be very rigorous, it can only be said to be barely adequate.

What Angron was most worried about was actually what problems he would encounter when traveling through the warp... He was not sure whether his primarch's essence had been completely stripped away, otherwise he would be too conspicuous in the warp.

But why is he in this Necron museum?

This involves another accident.

"Oh, what an interesting matrix technology. How did they condense such complex technology into such a small character?"

As Angron and Fulgrim were slashing their way through the crowd, a burst of joyful voices came from the sky above the agitated museum.

"Fuck you! Get us out of here!" Angron roared, pointing at the flashing electric arcs above his head.

"Don't be so anxious, follower of the God-Emperor—oh, I'd better not call you by that name."

The voice was a bit crazy, and the owner of this voice was an AI... or rather, a strange life that uploaded itself into a nanomachine.

His name was Grid, a gift from Angron's new "god".

When Angron was about to leave, the god who had not been heard from since he had given him the seed of magnetic field power suddenly contacted him.

Without asking him to do anything, he simply told Angron that he had a way for him to be transported to Terra without going through the Warp - if all went well.

Then, what he threw over was this iron man called the Grid.

I really can't figure out whether this thing is Iron Man Angron... This crazy guy is actually a bunch of nanomachines.

He called himself Grid Skynet, and his mental state showed an extreme madness. According to him, this was the result of him merging with the soul of another genius.

He claimed that he had a technology called "StarHyper"... which could bypass the subspace and achieve faster-than-light travel through other "hyper dimensions".

Very unreliable, even Grid himself said so, he said the biggest problem with this technology in this universe is the unclear coordinates...

In the absence of a safe hyperspace channel and not taking the most important hyperdimensional "subspace", there is a chance that they will jump to the wrong dimension.

However, he also said that the probability was very low, unless there were other super dimensions activated simultaneously within the jumping distance... otherwise he could still ensure that he could jump accurately into the solar system.

Angron originally didn't want to take this train, but the turbulent warp storm made Angron give up his original plan.

According to the frequency of this subspace storm, if their ship dives into it, it would be hard to say how many years it will take for them to get out.

For the sake of the people of Sintila, he is willing to take a gamble!

And then, he showed up here.

"You can't blame me for this. Who knew there were so many fixed extra-dimensional traps in the waterways of this river system? But at least we got out safely, right?"

"Just tell me if our FTL technology is good enough, and what price your old corpse father can offer. If it's not good enough, we can just wait until I have collected all the energy and then we can make another jump."

Grid said madly and aggrievedly, and then further released more museum collections by invading more systems.

Countless raging nano-torrents were gnawing at the black stones emitting green light like insects, and Angron was completely speechless at this moment. He could only roar and chop off the head of a Zerg Hive Tyrant with a sword.

"Relax, Angron."

Fulgrim said elegantly and calmly

"No matter how bad the situation is, it can't be worse than it is now. I don't know why you have become like this. But think optimistically. The worst outcome for us is to continue to be collected by the owner of this place."

“Shut up, you crow-mouth.” Angron rolled his eyes and sighed.

"God knows why I met you here... Your good son cloned his biological father, but whether you are that Fulgrim or not, leaving this damn place may not be a good thing for you."

"I know." Fulgrim said calmly.

"I can still feel the strange throbbing of my soul. Perhaps I am a fragment of the real Fulgrim's soul, or perhaps I am just a fake, but -"

The sword in his hand danced gracefully, and the magnetic field attached to it became stronger as he used it.

"I just want to complete my unfinished atonement now. Like you said, brother, do what you think is right, regardless of whether I will be recognized or not, and whether it is true or not."

"..." Angron closed his mouth, because he suddenly felt that the situation of this copied Fulgrim was much more miserable than his current one.

If he really goes to the outside world, he will not be welcomed by anyone.

How could the Empire accept a cloned Rebellious Primarch?

On the Chaos side, that dead snake demon would probably come over and kill him or capture him the moment it senses him.

He himself was probably struggling with whether he was real... but no matter what, the memory of killing Ferrus and the series of atrocities was still deeply engraved in his mind.

He had nowhere to go, and freedom would only mean a new torture for him.

"If you really don't get out, then you'll have to get along with me," Angron said bluntly.

"Anyway, sooner or later I will be hunted down by my loser brothers. One more or one less won't make much difference."

"Oh, Angron, you are much more likable than the drooling fool I remembered."

"Fuck you, you're no better than that faggot snake who's hanging out with the devil."

Angron and Fulgrim exchanged words, and as they advanced...

Another area of ​​Tyranid exhibits that had been released due to the raging of the grid was cleared out by the two of them.

Soon, they actually met their "kind" in this place full of strange collections.

In the exhibition hall ahead, a stagnant position was formed. Three nuns stood back to back, one of them wielding a bolter and pouring flames at the approaching claws of the Genestealer...

The blinding light from the muzzle burned the biological beetle's armor black.

Another loaded the last of her canisters into her melta-gun, her face blackened by smoke, and an executioner lay at her feet, his torso melted into the crater of her last shot.

And the last one-eyed nun - oh no, she was an inquisitor, holding a bolt crossbow and a power sword, clearing out these gene stealers with extremely high efficiency.

The arrival of Angron and Fulgrim obviously woke up the three. The two nuns pointed their guns at Angron and Fulgrim without hesitation... But the female inquisitor actually stopped the two nuns from moving, stepped forward and said...

"I am Katarina Greyfax, Inquisitor of the Order of the Heretic, and I..."

Before he could finish his words, Angron kicked the unsuspecting Inquisitor away.

Upon seeing this, Fugen and Angron immediately disarmed the two nuns.

"Why did you suddenly attack?" Fugen frowned.

“There must be something wrong with the Inquisitor who didn’t shoot you when he saw your face.” Angron looked at the female Inquisitor who stood up slowly and snorted...

"Even if she's fine, she'll definitely take action once she hears who we are, so of course it's better to strike first."

"It was a really rough action. If this precious collection was damaged, I would be very sad."

Greyfax climbed up like an inflexible puppet, dragging his broken arm and left leg, his eyes flashing a strange dark green, and smiled at Angron and Fulgrim...

"Hello, two rebellious primarchs of the human empire. My name is Trazyn, Trazyn the Infinite."

83. Hypercube Maze

"Tarazyn? Are you the Necron with a mental problem who's looking for someone to collect him all over the galaxy?"

Hearing the other party introduce his name, Angron was stunned for a moment but still recognized the other party - after all, he was a little too famous in a sense.

Even though he had heard of Trazyn during his time as Daemon Prince of Khorne...

Because this audacious bastard used the Heart-Locking Beetle to control a Chaos Space Marine of the Black Legion, and planned to find an opportunity to snatch the Claw of Horus from Abaddon.

This incident became a huge joke in the Eye of Terror for a time - because Trazyn almost succeeded.

Then, although he failed, he still thoughtfully left a letter praising Abaddon for taking good care of the hair on his head.

It is said that this daring undead's collection list also includes the following nonsense:

Autographed photos of the four Chaos Gods, a lock of the Emperor’s hair, autographed photos of all the Primarchs (including the two missing Primarchs), etc…

As a well-known psychopath in the galaxy, if you live long enough, you will have heard of the name Trazyn.

Because there is a high probability that he might come and try to take something from you and keep it for later use...

"You know me? Then I can save myself the trouble of introducing myself."

Trazyn shrugged and then said slowly...

"I don't know how you came to me, but you ended up in a bad place. In fact, the damage you caused here is something I cannot tolerate."

"I need to demand compensation from you, and of course I need to tell you again and again not to destroy my precious collections."

"Then let us go." Angron grinned.

"Leave? How can it be that simple? If two robbers came into your house and smashed your precious property, would you let them leave?" Taraxin smiled playfully.

"But I am indeed very interested in you, that magnetic field force, and that special... abomination intelligence?"

"Please call me Grid or Skynet."

A polite voice, countless nanomachines gathered in front of Trazyn to form a silver-white human figure, and overlapping voices came out from it.

"It's nice to meet you. I'm also happy to study so many interesting technologies."

"Well, technology, research. How many years have I not seen such pure and intellectual words?" Trazyn bent his broken left arm into an incredible arc and touched his chin.

"An iron man from the dark technological age of mankind? I always feel like something is wrong, but you are indeed as collectible as the original."

"I think we can make a deal." Grid said politely.

"We can compensate you for your losses. In fact, we can give you many valuable collections to compensate you for your losses. And... run!!"

Grid suddenly shouted, and a faint blue light burst out from his body, instantly tearing open a path to hyperspace in front of him!

Most of the FTL technologies are actually the process of stuffing you into a non-material space plane through various means and then getting you out, shortening the distance between roads to the two sides of the door, and that's the road.

The Grid's hyperdrive comes from the Star Wars universe...

There is actually not much difference between the FTL technology and subspace shuttle technology in that world. In essence, both require passing through a high-level space independent of the physical universe.

It's just that the hyperspace engine invented by humans in Star Wars relies on a special creature called Purcell...

They have mastered the way to multiple dimensions from this kind of life that travels through the phases of the universe. In addition, there is no disgusting chaos here...so the development of FTL technology is far beyond that of this universe.

The FTL technology of the Warhammer universe is too stinky because the largest dimension, the subspace...

The only ones who could develop more and better FTL technology along this path were the former Necrons.

But as Grid said, if you can't take the main road (subspace), then you may always encounter some accidents on those remote paths.

The moment Grid shouted, Angron smashed the body of Tarasim in front of him with one punch.

However, before the Heart-Locking Beetle was destroyed, Greyfax, who was controlled by Trazyn, still showed a leisurely and contented smile.