I am the magnetic field maniac

The Demon Primarchs are even more powerful, having completed their ascension to become Demons, and possess the same characteristics as Demons.

Even if they are killed, they can only return to the subspace and wait for the opportunity to be resurrected.

But everything that exists must eventually perish.

It’s not like there haven’t been cases of Primarchs dying completely—Sanguinius and Horus.

Whether they were truly dead without leaving any trace is not the point for now...but they all certainly died at the hands of the powerful forces of the Warp.

One died at the hands of the Four Gods, the other at the hands of the Emperor's wrath.

The destruction of the soul also indicates the eternal demise of the original body.

Angron knew this, so when he saw Dreambreaker beating Lorgar's soul madly, he was ready to take action.

The will of the broken dream may not be able to completely eliminate Lorgar's existence... but it can definitely completely erase and kill Lorgar's personality.

This doesn't seem to be any different from killing Lorgar.

Angron could not sit idly by and watch this happen. Even though Lorgar was his enemy and letting him go would only bring him trouble in the future, but -

Gratitude is gratitude, hatred is hatred! Lorgar saved me once, so Angron should let him go this time!

Without hesitation, Angron placed the tip of the black sword against Lorgar's chest. Just as he was about to stab him -

"Stop, Angron!"

A steady and majestic voice sounded in Angron's ears, and he narrowed his eyes...

Guilliman, who had arrived at some point, dragged his body, which looked as pale as a dead man, and yelled at Angron.

No, not Guilliman.

Just from the golden light emitting from all the cuts on this guy's face, you can tell that the old bastard who loves gold the most in the universe has possessed Guilliman.

Angron's lips twitched slightly. This was the first time he had faced the Emperor in more than ten thousand years - to be honest, he couldn't even remember the last time he had met the Emperor.

After all, the Emperor hated this broken tool, and he hated the Emperor even more.

“Why?” Angron sneered.

He laughed very happily and arrogantly, because he had discovered that even when facing this old man who had once brought him humiliation and nightmares, he no longer had any fear.

Damn it, this ruler who once launched the Great Crusade and created the largest empire in human history, the god of mankind, is no more than this.

The mental strain of facing the Emperor had once been a nightmare to Angron... but ten thousand years later, he was already facing the Golden Sun.

"Spare Lorgar and bring him back. I will save him and bring him back to the Empire."

The Emperor looked at Lorgar who was groaning in pain and said in a deep voice...

"Oh? You finally caught a demon prince of Chaos Undivided. Are you planning to hollow him out, clean him, and then put him back together again?"

Angron leaned on his black sword and looked at the Emperor sarcastically, looking at this bastard who was too lazy to even act in front of him...

Perhaps he would only pretend to be a father when facing sons like Horus and Guilliman who pleased him... but when facing a failure like Angron, he would not pretend at all.

Damn it, haha, damn it!

"You bastard, I'll spare your shit and fuck your hemorrhoids!"

Angron's response to the Emperor's request was a glaring middle finger and a direct insult to the Emperor!

Angron felt great. After all, simple bad breath was the ultimate enjoyment.

Just look at the Emperor's expression - well, he has no expression, but the possessed Guilliman looks furious.

But who cares? This fellow born from his mother has never had a fight with Angron!

"Do you really think Lorgar would wish to return to you?" Angron sneered at the Emperor.

"Oh, back to you, to be the Pope of your state religion, right? Why did you waste so much time and go through so much trouble? If you had just appointed him directly, there wouldn't have been so much trouble."

"That's right. Lorgar and I are not the Primarchs you care about, right? The one you possessed, the winged baby, and Horus, the daddy with Alzheimer's disease, are your favorites, right?"

"We are the Primarchs you created, but that doesn't mean we are your fucking slaves! Ten thousand years ago, we were slaves to you, but now, don't even think about it!!"

Angron's words sounded like an unfavored younger son complaining to his biased father.

Perhaps the truth was not far off, but Angron's complaints were definitely not mixed with any emotions other than resentment.

Damn it, if the Emperor wasn't possessing Guilliman here, and Guilliman wasn't in good health... and he needed Guilliman's help, he would have gone up and shot him!

After saying that, he ignored Luo Jia who was struggling under his feet and stabbed the sword directly into Luo Jia's body!

"Cuck!!"

With a scream of pain, Lorgar's vital signs dropped rapidly... but at the same time, Lorgar's soul was struggling to break free from the beating of the broken dream.

"If you kill him now, you will just be sending him back to them." The Emperor said calmly.

"They? My father, my God-Emperor, how can you use such an unfamiliar name? It should be "we"." Angron said sarcastically.

"Honestly, what's the difference between giving it to them and giving it to you? Luo Jia is doing pretty well under those four bastards, but how can he get any preferential treatment from you?"

"Oh, I see. Are you going to fool me with your grand ambitions again? Are you going to show off your great human ideals to trick us into working for you again?"

"That's impossible, father. I didn't intend to eat your pancake in the first place, and now, I will not eat it even more."

Angron didn't know if he was the most narrow-minded of all the Primarchs... but there was no doubt that he had no good feelings towards the Great Crusade and the Emperor's plan from the very beginning.

Damn it, to Angron, isn't this just like a damn boss painting a pie in the sky for all of them? For the other primarchs, forget it, but for him, Angron, this bastard didn't even give him the basic comfort.

"Honestly, you should be grateful for my generosity for not helping Lorgar kill Guilliman!" Angron grinned.

"Fuck, do you know what I want to do most after I get my life back? What I want to do most is to smash your self-righteous plans and so-called wishes one by one!

Or I can just go to your Terran Palace and kill you with a single sword, so that you can be completely "liberated" and then eat up all human souls like Slaanesh! Hehehe, by then, your expression will make me so fucking happy that I'll be waving a flag! ! "

The Emperor was silent, and Guilliman was silent too.

There is no doubt that Angron was capable of doing such a thing when his emotions were extremely extreme.

Although he escaped from Khorne's clutches, it was obvious that Angron, who had transformed into the Magnetic Field Man, was more extreme and crazier than before!

But fortunately, this madness can change in many ways. He looks even crazier now than when he was using the Butcher's Nails...

But who knows, the next moment, a simple condition might be used to make the emperor happy - for example, asking him to bark like a dog three times.

"What do you want?" the emperor said coldly

"Casillas!" Angron laughed wildly.

"This is the first request, but what I want is not some bullshit autonomy. What I want is a logical announcement passed by the High Lords' Conference and issued to the entire empire!"

"My 'father', this request is not excessive. As long as you agree, I will hand Lorgar over to you - you are right anyway, there is no difference between giving it to those four bastards and giving it to you!"

Guilliman wanted to agree to Angron's request. After all, this request was reasonable, wasn't it?

A mere star system in exchange for the soul of a Primarch - even if he loathed Lorgar, it would be a help to the Imperium.

And, most importantly, he was able to stabilize the extremely unstable Angron.

Guilliman had no idea what had happened to him, but the madman was clearly even more insane than when he attacked the Imperial Palace on Terra.

A madman is not necessarily scary, but a madman with extremely strong power can definitely cause great damage!

Guilliman had never heard of the Casillas sector. In fact, most of the land in the entire Nebulous Sector that encompassed this sector... was conquered by the Sun Lord Macharius after his eternal death.

But no matter what, this deal must be done. Even if Angron's request is increased tenfold, Guilliman still thinks it is worth it!

Moreover, although Guilliman has been asleep for 10,000 years, I think his other brothers will definitely run the empire in a more orderly manner!

Ha! It’s not like we’re standing still, is it?

“Angron…”

But just as Guilliman was about to speak, the Emperor stopped Guilliman from taking the next step.

"Father?"

Faced with Guilliman's doubts, the Emperor remained silent and only transmitted some unimportant information to him.

Guilliman's expression gradually changed, and soon, all the words that had gathered were reduced to just one word.

"grass!!"

106. Guilliman's Pain

Guilliman was a passionate and idealistic Primarch who was the most proficient in politics and humanity among his many brothers and sisters.

Therefore, he is also one of the very few Primarchs who can understand and be close to Malcador.

He believes in the bright future of mankind, believes in the glory promised by the Emperor, believes in his brothers, and believes in humanity!

But unlike Sanguinius, Guilliman's belief and enthusiasm are more based on reality.

If Sanguinius's love was a somewhat unrealistic fantasy, then Guilliman's love was closer to the Emperor himself.

He was down-to-earth and carefully planned how to resettle the Astartes after the war, how to have them become officials to manage the empire... and how to make every part of the empire as beautiful as Ultramar.

Although these visions were forced to be scrapped with Fulgrim's sword, Guilliman still held on to hope.

Because the empire is big enough, isn't it?

Even though the Horus Heresy caused such great losses, the Empire still owns the entire galaxy, right? They have wiped out most of the enemies, and the galaxy belongs to mankind!

With such abundant resources and manpower, what excuse do the empire's successors have for not being able to govern all this beauty?

As the ruler of the empire, what reason is there not to do a good job?

Even though the first thing he saw when he woke up after sleeping for ten thousand years was three terrible "traitors", Guilliman still had hope and even expectations for the Empire.

Even if we lose me, and even if we lose the leadership of our brothers and father, the empire will surely develop beautifully in ten thousand years.

If you fall asleep with such a beautiful wish and then wake up, what kind of result will Guilliman be greeted by?

Uh...

All I can say is that it is an extremely cruel reality for a perfect idealist.

Beast Wars, Age of Apostasy, Black Crusade...

The Emperor's Word of God, the Imperial Church, the Inquisition...

The Emperor, attached to Guilliman, told him in a gentle tone, one by one, everything that had happened in the Empire in the ten thousand years since he fell asleep.

Guilliman felt an indescribable pain.

It wasn't physical, even though Fugen's poison and the overdrawn magnetic field force made him feel like he was being cut into pieces all the time...

But such physical pleasure was not enough to make a Primarch whose spirit was tougher than steel show such an expression.

The physical pain was the least worth mentioning. What was painful was his spirit.

Every reply from the Emperor was like a cannonball hitting the Primarch's chest;

Confusion and fear suffocated him, and grief and pain overwhelmed him.

Guilliman couldn't help but cover his face and mutter to himself...

"Why, how could this happen?"

The Primarch muttered, not knowing who to talk to. The only thing he knew was... if he didn't find something to say, everything he had heard so far would be enough to drive him crazy.

"Look at what they have become, and ourselves too - blind faith, ignorance, misery, decadence, all of it, in the name of a god! But you, father, you deny that you are a god, don't you?"

Such questions were meaningless, and the Emperor was indifferent and did not give an answer. Yes, he never admitted that he was a god, but others regarded him as a god.

And...is there really no guidance from the Emperor here?

Is becoming a god really a scene he doesn't want to see?

When the Webway was broken and Horus's Heresy was launched, was becoming a god the Emperor's second plan for the continuation of humanity?

I don’t know, Guilliman really doesn’t know!

And now, isn't the Emperor attached to Guilliman?

Even though Guilliman always chooses to ignore it, but just now, and now, those characteristics displayed by the Emperor - aren't they exactly the attitudes that a god should and will have?

Could it be that what Horus had said was indeed true?

Was their father really a madman who wanted to become a god?

Is everything they did so ridiculous and meaningless? !