I am the magnetic field maniac

Even Nuceria itself was completely destroyed by them... and that revenge made Angron and Lorgar truly become "friends".

Maybe this is why bastards attract each other, and assholes are the easiest to get closer to each other.

Even though he knew that it was Lorgar who planned the fall of the Astartes, and that he was the one who contributed the most in the Heresy.

Angron could not muster up any anger or hatred towards him.

Because it's very simple - he doesn't care whether the empire dies or not! On the contrary, as a good brother, Lorgar will of course support him unconditionally!

Even if Lorgar used him as a tool, Angron was happy to listen to him! Because compared to the Emperor, at least Lorgar was willing to maintain this tool!

"I heard that you escaped from the Blood God. I was happy for you." Lorgar chuckled.

"Because you have escaped from a cruel god and finally gained the freedom you longed for - is your power also a gift from the Unfinished God?"

Angron did not reply, but simply nodded...

"That's great!" Lorgar happily held Angron's hand intimately and said loudly...

"Join me, Angron! Let us complete the unfinished goal ten thousand years ago. Let us destroy the Corpse King's false empire and rebuild a real and beautiful one!"

"Brother, I know you don't want to do this, but if we join hands, no one will be able to defeat us! No one will persecute you anymore, my brother, no one!"

Angron still remained silent, because he could feel that every word Lorgar said came from the heart.

That's why he finds it difficult...

"We'll hit Terra, we'll burn that planet that's in the way, and blow that corpse's golden toilet out of the water!"

Lorgar seemed to be imagining his beautiful vision of destroying the human empire, and he loudly described the scene...

"Not only Guilliman, but also Lion, Dorn, Sanguinius, the descendants of these brothers who displease us will be exterminated by us! And on the ashes, we will rebuild the Second - Oh no, the Third Empire!!"

"Come, Angron, let us cut off Guilliman's head and use it to commemorate the beginning of our great cause!"

Speaking of excitement, Lorgar wanted to pull Angron together to kill Guilliman.

Angron, however, did not move.

He pulled his hand away and said to Luo Jia in a deep voice...

"Stop it, Lorgar."

Lorgar stopped and lowered his head. He was certainly not a fool. Who else could have destroyed the Trisaac except Angron, who was also blessed by the Unfinished God?

"Angron, my brother, have you bent the knee again?" Lorgar said with a tone of regret and contempt.

“No.” Angron grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth…

"Lorgar, my answer is - fuck the Emperor, fuck the Empire! Sooner or later I will give that bastard a good slap in the face!"

"Then why don't you join forces with me? Brother, does your hatred for me overwhelm your reason?"

“No, Lorgar, you are one of the few brothers I do not hate.” Angron grinned, raised his black sword and smashed it fiercely...

"But damn, I don't trust that bacon, but I don't trust those four assholes even more!!"

boom! !

102. The Battle of Scum

By the way, why did Angron come all the way to Macragge to save Guilliman's life?

He was in fact saving the empire, but in reality his original intention was just to seek autonomy for a planet for himself.

In a big way, he was trying to split the empire. In a small way, he just wanted a hive world that was insignificant to the empire...

In fact, if he chose a more gentle approach, Angron had plenty of ways to do this.

There was absolutely no need for him to make such a big fuss and do such a big thing.

But there is no way. Who made Angron too lazy to think? Who made Angron like to solve problems from the source?

This is what using violence to solve problems is like. It often makes things worse... but it also often allows things to be resolved in the way with the least sequelae.

After all, to correct a wrong, he must be too strict. Without experiencing pain, people will never think, and without knowing the danger, people will make the same mistakes again and again. Only pain can make people learn to reflect briefly before forgetting.

Angron made a mistake once, he should have rushed to the Emperor and died at all costs, or returned to Nuceria and slaughtered all the slavers, but he didn't do it.

So he will never make the same mistake a second time. This time he will never compromise for the sad little happiness in his heart!

But he made another mistake and bowed to the Blood God, which resulted in ten thousand years of slavery.

And this time, he will never make the same mistake!

But at this point, Angron is not just after the world of Sintira.

He helped Guilliman partly out of atonement.

——It was not for Guilliman. Angron was very generous by not kicking the Blue Elf in the face. He was atoning only for the sins of his descendants who were disappointed in him.

Although this is a kind of self-satisfaction, who cares? As long as I am happy, it's fine.

As for Lorgar... Angron and he are good brothers, but to be honest, this does not stop Angron from being ruthless to him.

After all, brotherhood is one thing, but it is also a fact that this bastard has been cheating him for ten thousand years!

boom! !

Angron raised his black sword, but without warning, he used his other hand to deliver a vicious punch that sent Lorgar flying into the sky, tearing apart the dark clouds that blocked the sun.

Angron spat at Guilliman who was lying on the ground, and then chased him directly into the air.

The World Eaters not far away cheered upon seeing this scene - just when Lorgar and Angron were chatting happily, they were still worried that their genetic father would rebel again.

But good, this time, their father did not let them down!!

"It's time for us to take the stage."

Seeing that the two plague gods who could not be defeated had left, Evelyne decisively chose to show up.

Lilith led the Death Army to cooperate with the human army released from the Trazyn Museum to clear out the demons and rebels pouring out of the surrounding areas, while Evelyne came to the half-dead Guilliman.

“…” Guilliman opened his eyes and looked at the alien. Her beautiful face looked holy and noble under the sunlight shining through the dark clouds, but Guilliman did not have so many thoughts in his mind.

"Big boy, you and your Emperor should thank us. But never mind, we would rather you have some of the discarded sanity."

Evelyne said softly, then took out a golden rose and placed it on Guilliman's chest...

The rose transformed into a ray of emerald green light and merged into Guilliman's body. His black, wounded face twisted strangely, and his rotten skin was burned away, replaced by a diffuse network of blood vessels covered with hair, influencing the body contaminated by the plague of God to produce new blood.

Kugath and Rotigus roared in resentment and anger in the warp...but they did not dare to complain to the master of the power.

But it was not enough. The plague inflicted by the two Nurgle Daemons was madly destroying the power within Guilliman...

The strange divine blood made Guilliman's body constantly shine with uncontrolled magnetic field light!

He may temporarily stop the process of being tortured by corruption, but the runaway magnetic field will still irreversibly take the life of this body.

At this moment, Fugen dragged his injured body over.

Without any nonsense, he put his hands on Guilliman's body and initiated cell recombination!

The magnetic field force surging to the outside constantly neutralized the runaway magnetic field force in Guilliman's body, maintaining Guilliman's difficult life.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, but what he saw was Fugen's face which was gradually twisted into a strange shape under the expanding and uncontrollable flesh and blood.

"Fugen..."

There was no answer, no conversation. Fulgrim used his last bit of strength to use the power of the magnetic field to pull Guilliman back from the brink of death.

Then the whole person was submerged in the flesh and blood that was extended by the runaway magnetic field force.

Evelyne hesitated for a moment, and the look in her eyes when she looked at Fugen was obviously full of disgust and hatred.

But considering the major events in the future, Evelyne still raised her Crone Sword and stabbed it into Fulgrim's body.

The power of the god of death removed the toxins and the hypertrophied flesh in Fulgrim's body, turning it into ashes, but that was all. Fulgrim survived, but he was no longer able to fight.

Nurgle sighed regretfully. A good child broke free from his arms, which made the loving father very sad.

But soon, the loving father devoted himself to brewing a new plague.

But the repair only went so far, Guilliman's body was still as pale as a freshly dead corpse.

He struggled to get up, the pain all over his body still felt like he was being cut by a thousand knives, but he was finally able to move.

Looking at Evelyne, Guilliman asked in a low voice and alertly...

"Aeldari...what do you want?"

"A rational conversation, a temporary cooperation." Evelyne said calmly.

"Not only us, but also the empire we represent, the empire of the Eldar and the human race."

"Are you kidding?" Guilliman frowned. The Eldar Empire?

As far as he knew, it had disappeared more than ten thousand years ago!

Could it be that he slept for ten thousand years, and humans fell, while the elves rose?

"Are you kidding me in such a bad galaxy? Boy, we are not the ones who make decisions behind each other's backs." Evelyne sighed.

"I've had enough of the endless estrangement and entanglement. At least in the face of the crisis of survival, reason can make us temporarily put aside our prejudices."

The person behind the scenes? Guilliman certainly knew what he was talking about, and the silent Son of Vengeance seemed to agree with what Evelyne said...

Because the Emperor did not object, the power in him that still protected his father did not refute Evelyne's words.

And this is enough to show that the crisis made it necessary for them to unite.

The Emperor knew how much he hated the alien Guilliman. It could be said that he was the biggest racist in the entire human empire.

And after sitting on the Golden Throne for ten thousand years, this hatred will probably only grow stronger.

If such an emperor can choose to compromise, then there is certainly no need for Guilliman to object.

His political stance is always moderate and conservative... and since the Emperor has no objection, Guilliman will carry it out.

"What do you want me to... do?"

Guilliman whispered, and at this moment the pain and weakness all over his body seemed to be even worse.

Evelyne looked at Guilliman's miserable appearance and said with a faint smile...

"It's simple. You need to come with us to the capital of our empire, which was once Comoros and is now Ulthuan. Your injuries need further healing and repair, and... someone needs to have a conversation through you."

"Don't agree to this alien's trick, my lord!!"

A thunderous sound rang out from the side. The Kagar Guard who rushed over immediately stood beside Guilliman. He looked at his Primarch with admiration and fanaticism, and then looked at this Aida with more vigilance and disgust...

"Are you his Primarch or his child, big boy?" Evelyne said to Guilliman mockingly.

"Do you also want them to make you a stroller and protect it?"

"Useless provocation will only further reduce my impression of you." Guilliman stood up with difficulty and pain, and whispered...

"Put these politics aside, I have more important things to accomplish..."

He tried to activate the magnetic field power again, but the heart-wrenching pain that burst out from deep inside his body made him break out in a cold sweat.

He looked at Evelyne, and the Chosen One of Death naturally understood Guilliman's problem...

"That's not your own strength." Evelyne opened the iron fan and said softly...

"The magnetic field power "activated" by the Human Emperor is not long-lasting. Your body cannot contain so much power. Now that your "container" has been damaged, how can it contain more power?"

“Am I just going to watch?” Guilliman hissed as he stared at the two meteors colliding in the sky…

To leave his fate, and that of Macragge, to Angron?

Guilliman doesn't have such a big heart.

"If you want a definite answer, yes." Evelyne looked into Guilliman's unwilling eyes and said lightly...

"But fate has revealed the outcome. When you are resurrected from the dead, neither you nor your world will fall into the tide of chaos."

"Is this your prophecy? The fate you believe in?"

"Yes, but also no." Evelyne looked at the scarlet meteor above her head and whispered...

"What is destiny? A person's character and choices are destiny."

In the sky, Angron, who had knocked Lorgar flying with one punch, chased after him. After Lorgar, who was stunned by the sudden punch, reacted and asked Angron fiercely...

"Is this why you're saving Guilliman? For a fucking insignificant hive world? For a bunch of old soldiers who've turned their backs on you?"