I am the magnetic field maniac

With a miserable roar, he was smashed to the other side of the planet Macragge by Lorgar's punch. However, Lorgar followed him all the way like a naughty child and kicked him away before he was about to land!

Under the control of extremely strong power, he knocked Guilliman back in the direction of Hel Fortress.

Right at the same place as before, Luo Jia kicked him on the knee!

Looking at Guilliman kneeling in front of him, the arrogant, model boy whom Lorgar hated... and who was always talked about by their hypocritical father, Lorgar felt extremely happy.

He closed his eyes and felt the wind of victory.

With his arms open as if to embrace everything, he felt victorious and experienced the thrill of revenge, just like the Battle of Calth!

No, it’s even happier and more beautiful than that, but it’s fucking unbearable! !

He opened his eyes, looked at Guilliman in front of him, and chuckled in a low voice...

"Come, Guilliman, I wait for you to beg for mercy. If it pleases me, I may embrace you into the arms of the Four."

"Forgive your mother, I'll fuck your shit!" Guilliman roared

"Haha, what a tough guy. But what will you do next?"

Lorgar smiled happily, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Mortarion's broken arm...

He took the syringe from Mortarion's hand, crushed his brother's arm, and shook the syringe at Guilliman...

"This is a gift carefully prepared by Mortarion, a gift from his grandfather Nurgle. Accept it with joy, and then witness his glory."

"You will never corrupt me!"

"Then it'll kill you."

Lorgar pressed the dirty tube into the green syringe. Carefully keeping it away from him, he bent down and injected the needle into Guilliman's neck, which was scarred by Fulgrim, and then let out a satisfied sigh.

Instantly, Guilliman was panting in pain, his expression agitated, his veins turning black, his eyes red, as a wave of filth surged through his veins.

The poison erupted from the Primarch's mouth like boiling gas.

When they came into contact with the dead bodies on the ground, they collapsed into a disgusting clot.

Their equipment quickly corroded into unrecognizable remnants that looked like something dug out from a thousand-year-old grave.

The poison was so potent that even Lorgar had to stay away from it to avoid being contaminated by the ugly product called the plague.

"Ku'gath told me this plague is deadly to us all..." Lorgar chuckled - "I believe it, brother. Look what it's doing to you."

The laughter of Kugath and Rotigus was heard in the subspace. Now let the loving father see...

Compared to the useless Mortarion who is unhappy all day long, they are the ones who are truly worthy of the father's love!

Guilliman's skin was turning black. Many parts of his body were degrading, and the loss of flesh and blood caused the Primarch's head to gradually reveal the white and glowing bones before it completely rotted away.

The painful torture, the double cutting of body and soul made Guilliman extremely painful.

But he still gritted his teeth and stared at Lorgar with eyes full of hatred!

But at this moment, Lorgar felt extremely happy and extremely excited. He stepped on Guilliman's chest, looked up at the sky, and grinned...

"Remember that day, Guilliman? Our hypocritical father forced me and my Chapter to kneel down just because we built a city praising him! Hehe, he denied that he was a god? But he is a god! His hypocrisy makes me sick!!"

To the Word Bearers, the biggest joke of the Imperium is the existence of the State Religion... but it is not a joke that can make them laugh out loud.

The existence of the state religion made Lorgar feel mixed emotions, because sometimes she would doubt... If he persisted a little longer, would he become the most successful Primarch?

If he had gritted his teeth and continued to work for the Emperor, he might have become the most loyal and praised Primarch in the future.

“Lorgar… you are just a wild dog chasing after power!” Guilliman used up all his strength, constantly reorganizing his cells under the torture of the plague, and growled angrily…

"You just need a god to satisfy your humble desire for faith... Without a god to make you kneel down, you will feel uneasy and at a loss!"

"Coward...you're just a fucking coward!"

"Shut up!!"

Lorgar screamed and kicked Guilliman's teeth, then stepped on the face of this brother he hated. With a distorted face, Lorgar roared...

"I no longer worship that false sun! I am chosen by the four gods, I am the eternal god! Even the unfinished god has given me his favor!!"

puff! !

A Star God Phase Sword stabbed silently from the side, but Lorgar easily grabbed the wrist. In the process, Lorgar tore off Fulgrim's arm!

Amid the spilled blood, Luo Jia ignored the fake who fell to the ground beside him and looked at the colorful sky!

The endless dark clouds covering Macragge were filled with many colors... but Lorgar knew that it was the powerful forces of the Warp working together to suppress his father.

As for the unfinished god? He didn't care about Lorgar at all. He gave Lorgar this body of broken dreams purely because of the feedback brought by Mortarion's primarch essence and his desire to have fun!

In fact, which of the Four Chaos Gods did not regard Lorgar as a clown and a source of fun?

Lorgar actually understood it all along. Although the Emperor might not allow Lorgar to worship him, he was still a rebellious heir to the Emperor.

But to the four gods, he was just a toy to amuse them.

Lorgar had always viewed it as a grand divinity, but beneath this grand divinity, what Lorgar felt was not security, but a strong sense of uneasiness that he might be replaced at any time.

He even regretted it. Being under the Emperor's command made him feel much more at ease than being under Chaos' command.

But now... it's different! I am different now that I have this power!

Lorgar's eyes were fierce. He would replace Horus and establish his own empire in the physical universe! Then, he would also use the faith of those humans to elevate himself to a god in the warp!

I no longer need to worship other idols to gain a sense of security, I am the god myself!!

Thinking of this, Lorgar suddenly lost the mood to continue to torture Guilliman.

He ordered Kor Phaeron in orbit to take action—and then, in the next moment.

The Word Bearers flagship, the Triumvirate, which was in orbit around Macragge, launched a whirlwind torpedo downwards without hesitation!

Guilliman watched as a twinkling star fell from the night sky, and Guilliman's eyes widened when he realized what it was.

"Watch carefully, Guilliman." Lorgar stared at Guilliman's distorted face and laughed in a low voice...

"Your Macragge will burn, destroy, and disintegrate before you! Everything you value will be reduced to ash."

"And you will be the last to die. After experiencing all the pain, you will die miserably!"

101. Angron and Lorgar

As the dark and endless warp echoes the torrent of time... the future is a picture that is within reach for those who master the warp.

But when the dark time was hit with one nail after another, the future was no longer certain.

The dynamics of disturbance can no longer be observed in the future, and the only result that can be obtained is the deduction of the basis and character.

Because fate cannot bind those who have escaped from its control.

They shattered their own natal stars and transcended the constraints of fate.

And perhaps their personalities can still be guided to the turning point of destiny, but——

No one can control their fate anymore.

Fuck no!!

You may be able to deduce their future from their personalities... but no one can control their fate, and there will be no more chance encounters!

When the meteor carrying the whirlwind fish was about to fall on Macragge and burn the entire world to ashes—

A bright red meteor suddenly streaked across the sky.

Mixed with burning flames, unparalleled speed and power, the powerful meteor streaked across the sky and instantly collided with the destructive arrow!

"God damn it, get back here!"

Without hesitation, Angron grabbed the whirlwind fish and roared, single-handedly changing the direction of the planet-destroying weapon and hurling it into the sky like a missile!

Under the blessing of the unparalleled magnetic field force, this whirlwind torpedo directly exploded at an unimaginable speed...

And the Abyss-class battleship Trinity, which had just issued the launch order in orbit... was undoubtedly the direction in which this whirlwind torpedo was fired.

"What--"

Korphan's eyes widened. He didn't even have time to utter a few extra words before the whirlwind torpedo was already in front of him!

In fact, for the Trinity Prayer whose void shield was intact... a whirlwind torpedo was not enough to break through the void shield and attack the battleship itself.

But the magnetic field force attached to the tip of the torpedo, like a sharp arrow, forcibly chiseled a hole in the void shield!

Has anyone used extinction weapons like whirlwind torpedoes to attack battleships before?

Korphan didn't know, because after all, most of the destructive power of weapons like the Cyclone torpedo was developed to fight species extinction in the atmospheric environment, and its power in the space environment is obviously far less than that in the atmosphere.

But no matter how much it is weakened, if the Extinction Order weapon hits a battleship, the damage it can cause will definitely be beyond the scope...

The moment the whirlwind torpedo hit the Trinity, the terrifying nuclear flames and primordial plasma instantly engulfed the entire battleship!

The super-high temperature that exceeded the temperature of stars instantly melted and even vaporized the solid gold and material metals blessed by Chaos... and the passengers inside, without a doubt, died completely! !

But fortunately, these people don't have to think about the problem of pain, because there is no pain in a moment.

Kor Phaeron, Lorgar's adoptive father, the second most famous scumbag in the entire galaxy, died suddenly after leaving behind a last word: "What?"

Lorgar stared with wide eyes at the fireworks that exploded in the sky... the wave of destruction that could be clearly seen even on the surface of Macragge.

Fa, what happened? !

"Luo Jia, your father is dead."

Guilliman turned his head with difficulty and sneered, trying to use his last bit of strength to give this disgusting bastard a middle finger and started to smell bad... The furious Lorgar roared and continued to torture Guilliman by exerting the power of pain!

But it was obvious that his "revenge" could not continue.

Accompanied by a flash of blazing light, the bright red meteor instantly streaked across the sky and fell downwards.

As the blood flames exploded as it fell to the ground, Angron, holding a black sword, stood silently in front of Lorgar!

Lorgar's eyes narrowed slightly, he moved his foot away from Guilliman, looked at the tall Angron, and then chuckled...

"Angron...it's been a long time, brother."

Kor Phaeron's death surprised Lorgar, but he did not feel sad - because for them, physical death is just a new beginning of life.

"Indeed, we haven't seen each other for a long time." Angron said calmly

"Since you sacrificed me to Khorne? Or was it the day on Isstvan III? I don't remember exactly, brother."

Karga, who had finally crawled out from under the rubble, was completely numb when looking at this situation, because he could no longer understand it!

A total of five Primarchs appeared today. The good news is that one of them is Guilliman. The bad news is that the other four are all rebel Primarchs, and they all have a grudge against Guilliman!

"You seem to resent me, Angron."

Lorgar walked up to Angron, opened his arms and embraced his brother, and said from the bottom of his heart...

"But I do treat you as my own brother."

"I gave you to Khorne so that you could live. Brother, we both have a common goal. You have hatred to vent, and I also have a goal to achieve."

“I know.” Angron was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice…

Perhaps this is just like attracts like. Angron is the tragic clown among the Primarchs... and Lorgar is also the one who is despised wherever he goes.

So it's only natural for these two to be put together.

Lorgar was indeed Angron's good brother. Regardless of whether his act of upgrading Angron to a demon was correct or not... Lorgar was the only brother who was willing to accompany Angron back to Nuceria.

They witnessed what the slave masters of Nuceria said after Angron and the Emperor left. They called Angron the Oathbreaker, erected shameful and vilified statues of him in every corner of the planet, and passed down slanderous and insulting stories from generation to generation to warn all slave gladiators not to resist.

The Emperor fulfilled his promise and did not liquidate the slave-owning class of Nuceria at all.

He generously divided this world into the Five Hundred Worlds, letting Guilliman and the Ultramarines protect them, and even more generously allowed these slave owners to insult a Primarch at will.

Oh, no, that's not an insult.

That is the truth, Angron is an oathbreaker, isn't he?

This insult lasted for ten thousand years, and even those who knew the story of Angron and the Emperor did not hesitate to fabricate one rumor after another for Angron in an attempt to whitewash the Emperor, trying to turn the Emperor into a "good father" and Angron into an "ungrateful person".

Angron had done what he should have done years ago.

He slaughtered all the people of Nukelia, men, women, young and old, leaving no one alive, not even babies in swaddling clothes!

Be it the high-ranking slave owners or the slaves themselves, the mad Angron spared no one.

As if to cover up his shameful past, he killed them all.