I am the magnetic field maniac

But the premise of everything is a relatively stable internal environment. The internal environment of the Milky Way cannot be said to be a mess, but it can also be said to be leaking everywhere.

Not to mention the Greenskins, Necrons, Tyranids and Chaos... there is also the issue of the newly emerging Eldar Empire and that Tau.

If the empire was divided at this time, it would be destroyed before it could unite.

The Empire needs time most now, and so does Guilliman!

He could only compromise with those insects in exchange for the power of unity, and he could never give them an excuse to separate!

Therefore, Guilliman must not agree to Angron's request, absolutely not!

As for why Guilliman did not propose an invisible deal with Angron - that is, actually handing over the Calixis Sector to Angron instead of doing so openly, or after he took power on Terra.

That's because Guilliman saw at first glance that Angron's request was not mainly about the Calixis Sector, but about embarrassing and making a fool of himself with Guilliman and the Emperor!

If it was Leon who was talking to him here, Angron would most likely not make this request. After all, Leon would not be bothered by any political issues. Of course, it would be more likely that they would fight to the death as soon as they met.

My brother is much more rational than he was ten thousand years ago - but why the hell has he become even crazier!

"Really? That's such a shame."

Guilliman rejected his request, but Angron was not angry... After all, he knew very well that his true politician brother would definitely refuse...

So he made a second request.

"Then change one, Guilliman. I want to go to Terra with you." Angron smiled strangely.

"What do you want to do?" Guilliman looked at Angron warily.

"It's simple. I will kill all the High Lords Council!" Angron smiled maliciously.

"Don't worry, I won't use your name. I will just continue to be a rebel and a traitor. Guilliman, my good brother, can't I help you take power faster?"

"No, change another one!" Guilliman refused decisively with a dark face.

The High Lord can die, but Guilliman cannot take the initiative.

As for whether Angron takes action or not - unless he wears his own devil's skin, those people will still blame it on Guilliman!

"Tsk tsk tsk, you're making it very difficult for me."

Angron shrugged, looked at Lorgar on the ground and said with a smile...

"So Lorgar, do you think we should change our request?"

Lorgar rolled his eyes and cursed in a low voice in pain. His soul was now in a state where it was about to leave his body but could not.

Being beaten madly by a broken dream, but still unable to break free.

“Okay, then I’ll take over as the last one.” Angron raised his finger and smiled with narrowed eyes…

"Take me to Terra, and then, let me into the palace."

"What do you want to do?"

Angron put away his smile, clenched his fists and roared...

"What? I'm going to give that bacon a fucking slap! Three times! I'm going to fucking do what I should have done ten thousand years ago but didn't do!"

Guilliman was stunned, not sure if it was because Angron's voice was too loud or because the conditions he proposed were too shocking.

Go to the Terran Palace and give the Emperor a slap?

I wonder how those golden corns would react if they heard this request?

But why did Guilliman feel an indescribable sense of satisfaction when he listened to it?

He was about to say something, but the Emperor possessed by Guilliman gave the answer for him.

"can."

The emperor gave a cold response, or was this an answer given out of absolute rationality?

But no matter what, Angron's request and goal have been achieved.

When he rescued Guilliman, everything in the Calixis Sector belonged to him.

As for going to Terra, of course it was to satisfy the regret of ten thousand years.

"Okay, then Lorgar, what do you mean?"

Angron looked at his half-dead brother and asked… Although the Emperor agreed to the conditions, Angron was still willing to give Lorgar a chance to choose.

Will he belong to the Four Gods, or be taken away by the Emperor?

“Let me…set free!!”

Luo Jia tried his best to give this answer, and he looked so miserable when he was hoarse...

Obviously, Lorgar, who was subjected to the continuous bombardment of Dreambreaker in the soul realm, could no longer hold on.

Angron immediately stepped aside as Lorgar agreed. The Emperor, who was controlling Guilliman, grabbed Lorgar's head with his golden hand without saying a word.

"Cuck!!"

As Lorgar roared in pain, his eyes burst into a scarlet light that then slowly dissipated.

And then, the body of this strong man turned into countless ashes and dissipated bit by bit.

The Emperor took one last, deep look at Angron, then separated from Guilliman.

A golden light shot out from Guilliman's head like an arrow, straight into the deep space, dispersing the warp storm that enveloped Macragge.

At the same time, a large number of fleets immediately arrived above Macragge.

Among them is the largest and most massive flagship.

Although it is not the Glorious Queen class, it is obvious that its target of modification and imitation is undoubtedly the "Blade Storm", the flagship of the White Scars Legion that was destroyed in the war with the Death Guard.

What’s even more special is that there is a person standing on the top of this huge battleship - yes, he is standing outside the flagship, on top of the towering turret.

"My lord, the warp storm has cleared, we will start the landing immediately!"

There was an echoing voice in Chagatai Khan's ears, but he ignored it and just turned his head to look at the other person next to him...

Someone who looked decidedly unhappy.

Gray hair, weathered face, pale beard, receding hairline, body wrapped in an ancient jet-black power armor, carrying a golden-red Sky Eagle shield and a power sword.

The Khan casually poured a cup of wine mixed with the panacea into his mouth, then handed the other cup over... to this brother whom he was not familiar with and did not want to be familiar with.

"Don't look so unhappy. Have a drink."

The old man took the wine glass, and his expression was obviously relaxed. He drank it slowly and hesitantly. But this panacea that can cure all diseases still can't cure his old appearance.

"Be happy, Guilliman is fine, which means we don't have to be stuck at our desks dealing with those headaches anymore." Chagatai Khan said casually while slowly adjusting another cup of panacea wine...

"Why are you so unhappy? Let me think, is it because of the toilet paper written by Guilliman that broke up your legion? Or is it because of the second one you, Sanguinius and Guilliman created..."

As soon as the Khan finished speaking, a fist hit him in the face.

108. The Lion King Awakens

When the Empire lost its Primarch and the Emperor's guidance, it rotted in confusion for ten thousand years. When the crisis of world destruction finally came, the Primarchs woke up one by one.

It was as if there was some kind of wonderful synchronicity, some special factors that prevented these primarchs from slacking off any longer.

This wonderful synchronicity was speculated based on the later time period...

It was triggered by an economic crisis that occurred on the European continent in the 2K era of ancient Terra, but as to why, God knows.

In short, the Primarchs returned to their loyal empire one by one, and then were almost furious with the current situation.

After Jaghatai Khan left the Warp and returned to Yashan to repel the Huron invasion...

He almost immediately prepared to lead his team to Ultramar to pull Guilliman up.

He also strictly prohibited the Astropaths from conveying the news of his return to Terra - in other words, he must be the one to return after Guilliman.

After all, Chagatai Khan has always been indifferent to fame and fortune, staying away from power struggles and being a moderate person.

Of course, in reality, Chagatai Khan only clearly understood what a mess the Empire was in. Although he had been racing on the Webway for ten thousand years and was separated from the physical universe, he still had some understanding of reality, at least he was not as ignorant as Guilliman.

So he knew that he couldn't clean up this mess - not because he didn't have the ability, but because he didn't have the patience.

It was really difficult for him to resist the urge to chop off the heads of those high lords with one blow, and what was even more difficult was that he had to resist the urge to leave the empire directly.

But when Jaghatai reached Ultramar directly through the webway leased from the Eldar Empire, he found that the Warp storm was covering Macragge.

The Khan acted decisively and immediately realized that it was the Chaos Gods who were causing trouble... However, he really couldn't penetrate the barrier of the Warp storm.

He led the fleet directly to leave Macragge and head directly to Caliban in the Nebulous Star Region.

Since he can't go find Guilliman for the time being, Khan has to wake up the Lion before the next crisis comes!

Of course, the journey was not smooth, but there is no need to elaborate on such unimportant matters as the killing of some troublesome demons.

In short, Khan successfully reached the Stone Fortress, left the fleet outside, and led his men to sneak in.

He did not reveal his identity because he did not have the time to verify anything... Besides, he also knew how sensitive these crazy kids of Leon were.

If they knew what Khan wanted to do, wouldn’t there be an outrage?

I’m afraid they even dare to fight the Primarch!

In short, when Khan arrived at the bottom of the boulder where his brother Leon was sleeping, he successfully passed those robed men, and Khan finally saw his brother who had been sleeping for ten thousand years.

With the help of the panacea in his hand and the continuous cell reorganization caused by the rotation of the magnetic field, Leon finally woke up.

However, Khan knew clearly that physical help was secondary, and what was important was spiritual help.

Because after waking up, Leon told Khan that he had a very long dream.

In his dream, he was wandering in a dark and ancient forest.

Pain, confusion, and struggle have been lingering for who knows how much time.

Until he came to a lake and saw a small boat hovering above the lake. The boat was small, made of wood, and unpainted. It was big enough for one person to sit in, and there was indeed a person sitting in it.

He was an angler, with hollow cheeks and thin limbs; his skin, once a distinct chestnut, now had a grayish sheen, and his long hair was lifeless, dark gray and tangled.

Yet, that grey hair supported a crown: little more than a gold circle, but a crown nonetheless.

He held a stick in his hand, his knuckles swollen and weak, and the fishing line had been cast into the water. Now he was sitting in a simple boat, hunched over, as if in pain.

And below the boat, there were some huge dark shadows swaying in the lake. They did not take the hook, but just wandered restlessly in the middle of the boat.

He was drawn to the shadows, and when he stepped into the river, it was the Dark Watchers who called him back to shore.

And then later, he woke up.

This dream, full of symbolism, is easy to interpret. The fisherman is the Emperor, and the shadow is the evil god. During the ten thousand years that the Lion lay dying, his soul was also contested by the Chaos Gods.

He woke up when the human empire needed him most, it was that simple.

Khan caught Leon's fist and sneered at this big brother who was never likable...

"Leon, after sleeping for ten thousand years, you have become even weaker. But is it your body that is weak, or is it your heart that is weak?"

"Has the once mighty lion become a kitten now?"

"You don't have to provoke me, Chagatai." Leon retracted his fist and sighed tiredly and sadly...

"In fact, even if you mention that, I don't really care... The empire has become what it is now, and my descendants have fallen into this state because of me... Perhaps my only consolation is that you are still here."

"What cheesy words did you say?" Khan shook his body and snorted...

"Tell this to Guilliman. My relationship with you has never been good. Even if I return to the Empire this time and solve the problem, my descendants and I will stay away from you and Terra."

Lion did not speak. His silence and melancholy look was incredible to any Primarch who knew him.

After all, although Leon in everyone's impression is also a taciturn person, he is definitely a violent and irritable guy who acts cruelly, has a strong temper, and is very strict.

The story of how he blew off his offspring's head with a slap has been sung in the empire for many years. People have often compared him to Perturabo to see who has a more violent temper.

This conclusion could not be reached ten thousand years ago, but ten thousand years later most people would think it was Leon - after all, since Perturabo became a demon, he no longer had to work illegally for his boss, and his temper had improved a lot.

The reason why Leon was so depressed was very simple - when Khan brought the fallen angel, the old cadre who had been petitioning for ten thousand years, to see Leon...

He successfully heard a different story of Caliban from this "rebellious heir".

Many of those so-called fallen angels, those dark angels who stayed on Caliban, actually never betrayed the Empire at all!

In that war, most of the Dark Angels who remained on Caliban were directly attacked by the troops led by Lion before they had time to react.

Many of Caliban's new recruits fought their first battle not with xenos or traitors, but with their own Primarch!