I am the magnetic field maniac

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For Guilliman, his last memory was of a desperate battle, the Primarch and a foul brother fratricide, two godlike powers wrestling with each other, vicious curses and taunts were heard;

His last consciousness was a burst of excruciating pain that was beyond his endurance, and the erosion and spread of toxins.

There is no past worth narrating. For Guilliman, that was the price of a reckless advance, but it was also a relief for him.

The Son of Vengeance is not afraid of death; what he fears more is seeing a tragic and corrupt future.

Afraid of seeing a void of everything he and his brothers had worked so hard for, a present where ideals were extinguished and hope was dead.

But he didn't die, he was always in the moment before death. His soul and body were bound to this moment, neither alive nor dead, just wandering in chaos.

It's like his father on the Golden Throne, only he doesn't have to endure the torture of that throne.

He is the Thirteenth Son of the Emperor, he is special even if he doesn't think so.

But he is indeed the Emperor's most satisfying work, and also the backup plan prepared by the Emperor for the worst situation.

And now, it's time to start this plan.

The next second, Guilliman found himself standing in a completely unfamiliar place, inside an inconspicuous little church.

He sat below, and in front of him sat an old man holding a lantern. His appearance was blurry, but Guilliman recognized him at the first sight.

"Makado?"

"Just think of me as him." The old man put down the lantern and sighed tiredly...

"Guilliman, humanity still needs you, the Imperium still needs you, you cannot rest..."

“Why not?” Guilliman retorted, his tone full of obvious impatience and sadness…

"Father - is it you who is speaking to me now? Perhaps I should call the man I met in Ultramar father... To you, we are nothing more than tools for you to complete the Great Crusade."

"You deceived us with lies. The Imperial Truth is nothing but a joke! Do you regard us as children who cannot bear the truth? Or just a group of tools who don't need to know whether it is yes or no?"

"I never deny my mistakes, nor do I deny your opinion, Guilliman. Maybe in your eyes I am such a person, and I have done such things."

The old man, or the Emperor, said calmly, facing Guilliman, one of his most satisfied tools and his son, the Emperor admitted everything about himself...

If an ordinary person is a piece of paper with two sides, then the emperor is like a cube with countless polarized planes.

No one can tell what kind of person the Emperor is. Not even the Guardians, not even the Primarchs... not even Orpersun, the Immortal who had risen from obscurity with Him, nor even Malcador, the one He trusted the most.

The Emperor does not have an exact personality; he only reveals the most necessary personality when necessary.

Each of his veils is his true self, and also necessary. Maybe he is cold, maybe he is a bastard, maybe he is great, maybe he is insignificant...

As an Emperor, he cannot show weakness. Any mistake in humanity will become a fatal blow to him by the demons of the Warp - so this is how the Emperor is, and this is the only way he can be.

But even so, everything has eventually fallen to the point where it is now... Even such an emperor was still exploited by the evil god due to his character flaws.

So the Emperor acknowledged everything Guilliman said, he did use his children as tools, but at the same time, he also treated them as children.

When great ambitions and personal feelings are intertwined, this helpless result will occur: loving everyone is equivalent to loving no one.

"So what kind of sacrifice do you want me to make? Isn't that enough?!"

"not enough!!"

The old man stood up, and endless light suddenly burst out from behind him. The sun was dazzling and cold, great but without any warmth.

"Guilliman, humanity should and must survive. We will all die. We have no choice. From the moment we are born, we have no freedom."

"The same goes for you, Guilliman. If you do not wake up, you will lose even the last bit of your freedom and become the same as your lost brothers."

"Either accept your slavery or accept the slavery of evil?"

Guilliman laughed at himself, then slowly stood up, his face looking extremely determined...

"Then come on!!"

Countless golden lights poured into Guilliman's body, but what he felt was not the psychic energy in it, but a kind of power and knowledge that he could not describe or understand!

Twist the power, split the mind, turn the soul.

Even though his body was still in pain and broken, he was able to use this power to maintain his movements, and then create this move -

"Aliens, you deserve to die!"

Mortarion roared as he watched his honor being taken away by two aliens!

His brother died at the hands of the alien, not at his hands!

The Lord of Death was extremely angry, and the remaining Extreme Marines were in extreme pain.

However, Lilith and Evelyne retreated after one strike, retreating into the fog without hesitation, leaving only one sentence behind.

"Big boy, it's time for you to wake up."

Mortarion was shocked when he saw a pale, stagnant ghost standing on the throne. It looked like a dead person, with no trace of life at all.

But he is indeed resurrected, Mortarion's brother, the Emperor's Thirteenth Son, the Son of Vengeance, Robert Guilliman, has awakened!

The resurrection of the Thirteen Primarchs was like a heavy punch in the center of the Sea of ​​Nothingness. As the waves spread outward, their momentum became more and more fierce, and eventually turned into a surging tsunami. The light of rebirth dispelled the countless plagues created by Mortarion in an instant!

Moreover, Guilliman was surging with the power that Mortarion was familiar with, the power that made him fear, sneer, and envy.

"The magnetic field rotates with a force of 700,000 horsepower!"

Guilliman roared, golden light bursting from his eyes and mouth, using power that did not belong to him to apply the tricks that came from the Emperor and from those uninvited guests!

Instinctively pushing this power, Guilliman almost shouted out the biggest secret in his heart to push this incredible power -

By shouting out the strongest secret in your heart, you can push the power of the magnetic field and push your most powerful move! !

"Leon, Sanguinius, go and prove it to our brothers!!"

"The! Second! Empire!"

In an instant, the three Primarchs attacked at the same time, delivering a fatal blow towards Mortarion that was intended to knock him down completely!

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Gua! !

In an instant, two figures that were extremely familiar to Mortarion appeared in front of him!

One green and one gold, they joined hands and instantly attacked Mortarion...and these two were the brothers that the Lord of Death was extremely familiar with!

Lion King Lionel Jonson, and Archangel Sanguinius!!

Incomparably powerful, incomparably majestic, for a moment, Mortarion felt that they were even more powerful and formidable than when they were alive! Even more oppressive! !

How could Mortarion resist this? How could he resist this?

In an instant, the heavy punches from the two Primarchs of War hit Mortarion hard...

Two huge holes were blasted into his corrupt and fallen body almost instantly, causing horrific trauma!

Not only that, the two war gods also used a combination of defense and attack, one of them grabbed one of Mortarion's sides and beat him madly!

How, how could this happen?

Mortarion kept asking in horror, could it be that his two brothers really came back?

Could it really be Leon and Sanguinius?

No, it's impossible! All of this is an illusion, a deception created by Guilliman using his magical powers!

"Quack, get out of my way!"

Mortarion roared, calling upon the power of his father to drown the illusion! But no matter how he rolled up the power of the warp, the "illusion" did not dissipate!

Not only that, their continuous punches made Mortarion taste the pain and powerlessness again after ten thousand years!

This suddenly reminded him of the time when he was in Barbatos, facing that invincible alien adoptive father!

And then, a sound of collapse rang in Mortarion's ears...

"Mortarion!"

"Father?" Mortarion's voice trembled, like a little boy who was found guilty of a small but unforgivable crime. He instantly lost all resistance in the face of this voice.

"This is impossible! Shouldn't you have died long ago?"

It doesn't matter whether Mortarion believes it or not, because Guilliman's Second Empire will definitely give him endless surprises next! !

"Extreme Explosive Fist!"

Taking advantage of Mortarion's distraction, Guilliman punched him in the chest! This punch was much more powerful than Karl's!

The Angel tore off his left arm, the Lion cut off his right leg, and Guilliman blew out his heart!

How could even the Demon Primarch withstand such a heavy blow?

Fighting and defending at the same time, attacking madly, the arrogant Demon Primarch was beaten back and forth like a pathetic sandbag!

Only at this time did Mortarion remember the divine plague he had prepared!

He took out the injection bottle and wanted to inject the poison into Guilliman's body... but he couldn't do it, as his arm along with the syringe was knocked flying by the Lion King's punch!

Is the force of the magnetic field really so terrifying and so strong?

Or is this simply the result of the Emperor stepping in to help Guilliman?

Mortarion could not give an answer, and as for Calgar, who was beaten to his knees, he looked up at his awake and furious father, and looked up at him, speechless for a long time.

Is this a dream? But it must be an absolutely wonderful dream! His father has returned, the son of the Emperor, and the hope of the Empire has returned!

As for the Second Empire - I didn't hear it, Calga didn't hear a word!

The half-dead Fulgrim barely opened one eye, looked at Guilliman who was beating Mortarion madly, and forced a smile on his face.

He did it, took the first step towards atonement.

Mortarion's body had begun to become extremely unstable, and the frantic beating that Guilliman had unleashed on the Second Imperium had caused the Warp energy that made up this Daemon Primarch to begin to thin.

But will anyone help him? Of course not, in the garden of the loving father, there are only those great unclean ones who gloat over this misfit bastard Primarch!

At this point, there was only one person left for Mortarion to turn to for help.

"Quack, Lorgar, save me!"

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"Aren't we going to help?"

Lilith turned the Cain Blood Sword in her hand, feeling the magnetic field power filling her body disappearing as the poisonous blood of the original body stained it, and smiled intoxicatedly and happily at Evelyne beside her...

"Go up? Are we going to go up and get beaten up by that big boy?"

Evelyne glanced at the woman who almost killed her and said in a deep voice...

"Or do you think we are his match?"

Lilith shrugged. Of course not, she was certainly not arrogant enough to think she was a match for a Primarch.

“They are really blessed.”

Lilith looked at Guilliman who had summoned two war gods to beat Mortarion madly, and said with a tone of jealousy and emotion...

"To possess such a magnetic field force in just a moment...are they perfect in all aspects?"

"Compared to ordinary people, yes." Evelyne said lightly

"The Emperor of Mankind reached an agreement with the Supreme Heaven to create them. Rather than being mortals, they are more like the concept of the Warp that manifests the physical universe, or even... demigods."

"It is ridiculous that humans think that the Primarch is their perfect embodiment. They are just a group of Warp beings with human form. The human skin is just a container and a mask for them."

The closer Evelyne got to the power of the God of Death, the more she could see the true meaning of the soul. In her eyes, there was no doubt that the "soul" of the Primarch was grand and strange.

They can indeed be called gods, and their essence is some kind of conceptual entity in the Supreme Heaven.

They are far more powerful than other souls, so they are truly a group of "demigods".

"But having said that, the magnetic field power of that big boy does not come entirely from himself." Evelyne closed her iron fan and said with a slight smile and a little malice...

"And his physical condition is not very good. I didn't have time to use the Rose of Isa on him just now... Of course, if the power of his "father" can keep him alive, then maybe it's okay, but if..."

"He seems to have won."

"Better than one, but not necessarily better than the second." Evelyne looked at the sky stained by the colors of the warp and said faintly...

"But no matter what, unless it is the most critical moment, we still choose to wait and see."