I am the magnetic field maniac

In fact, wouldn't even Guilliman complain about the Emperor not allowing the Astartes to attend the Council of High Lords?

The reason why Horus was able to attract so much support from the Astartes was not just because of his personal charm.

The Emperor's estrangement from Aasiaat is the biggest reason... Even though we know that the Emperor will not treat the Space Marines the same way he treated the Thunder Warriors, who can be sure?

Even Guilliman himself is a hidden superhuman political supporter, and all the Primarchs except Sanguinius have this tendency.

Guilliman also advocated that after the Great Crusade, a large number of Ultramarines be retired and converted into grassroots civil servants to carry out their transformation work, but the Emperor's attitude towards this was obvious to all.

It would be great if he could even bring Dorne into the Council of High Lords!

Excluding the Astartes from entering the center of power in the Empire is a foolish act in itself. The Emperor must bear a considerable responsibility for the fact that Horus's Heresy could have reached such a large scale!

And judging from the results, handing the empire over to mortals to rule is not a positive development at all—

Of course, there is also the possibility that allowing the Astartes to rule would lead to an even worse situation of warlord separatism and fighting.

But no matter what, including Guilliman, they all maintained a disgusted attitude towards the Council of High Lords.

If Chagatai had stayed, he would have been much more decisive than Wokan.

Either decisively sever the Yashan star zone and keep it far away from the Empire, or wipe out the High Lords Council in one fell swoop and be crowned War Marshal on the spot!

"Me, Russ, and even I'm not sure if the stone in the toilet in Dorne has the same attitude. But in the end, we all listen to our father, don't we?"

"Russ and Dorn... do you know where they are?" Guilliman said hastily, his heart beating a little fast...

"I know that stupid wolf, but he won't be back for a while. I can only confirm a rough idea about Dorne, but he won't be back in a short time." Chagatai suddenly showed a weird smile, looking at Guilliman and said...

"I know what you are expecting, Guilliman. You are expecting the return of another brother besides a barbarian like me. Yes, you are right."

"Another of our brothers has returned, and has even made it to Macragge."

“Who is it?” Guilliman asked expectantly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation and excitement…

"An angel..." Chagatai said faintly

Guilliman's eyes widened, and then, a terrifying roar sounded in the distant sky! And the next moment, Guilliman's expression collapsed instantly!

It seems that he only knows three angels, not counting the Red Sand Angel who has become a lunatic. The other two...

To be so reckless and rude as to cause such a big commotion in the brother's home world...

“It’s Leon who came back?! Damn!!”

111. Lion vs. Shark

"Lord Angron, the matter on Macragge is over. Our next goal is—"

At the top of the Crown Mountain, the highest peak in Macragge, a veteran World Eaters soldier and the leader of the loyalists, temporary Captain Ain, stood behind Angron, suppressing his excitement and reported to the Primarch in a deep voice...

"Goal? What exactly do you mean?"

Angron pulled up a chair and lay on the top of the mountain to bask in the sun. He turned his head lazily and said

"Uh, my lord, shouldn't we restore the honor of the World Eaters?"

Ain hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice...

"The Honor of the World Eaters? If this chapter name is spread out now, it will really stop a child from crying at night." Angron nodded.

"Thanks to me and that bloody kobold, the World Eaters' reputation is now second only to that of the Emperor's Children. Oh no, it should be us, after all, the Emperor's Children have disbanded."

Ain said nothing, but Angron heard him mumbling in his heart...

——This group of descendants obviously haven't adapted to the current state of their manic giant baby father. It's not that it's not good now, but Angron has completely changed from one extreme to another.

He went from being an extremely madman with murderous intent on his mind to a lunatic who acted like a loser on a daily basis and randomly went crazy during fights.

Quack! What should these World Eaters do?

"Many of Guilliman's descendants probably used the World Eaters' gene-seed."

Angron sighed as he looked at his son who was determined to restore the honor of the Legion...

"It's not impossible for you to restore the honor of the Legion. I can get all the normal gene seeds from him. I heard that he also hooked up with a grease guy and used all the primarch seeds to create some primarchs. But if you want to rebuild the Legion, go ahead."

"Sir, don't you want to lead us anymore?!" Ain said excitedly.

"Boss... I don't mind if you guys aren't crushed by those crazy religious lunatics after I give that bacon a slap." Angron shrugged.

Ain opened his mouth, then his face was full of bitterness.

But on this matter alone, Angron would never compromise with his descendants.

He was determined to give the Emperor a slap! He was determined to give that witchcraft bacon a slap in the face, and even Sanguinius couldn't stop him!

But if Angron were to deliver this slap, would there really be a place for him in the empire's future?

Even if Guilliman endorsed him, this insult to the Emperor...

In today's empire filled with blind faith and worship, this is an act of heresy that will never be forgiven.

Ain did not understand those kinds of worships. These veterans from ten thousand years ago still believed in the truth of the empire.

But it did not prevent him from clearly understanding that the worship of the emperor had always been popular in the empire.

This slap was a real one. Not to mention whether the Imperial Guards would fight to the death with Angron, those crazy priests of the state religion, and those even crazier ones in the Inquisition...

I'm not afraid of this group of lunatics attacking head-on, I'm just afraid that they will do something secretly!

"Ain, how is your practice of magnetic field rotation going?"

Noticing his son's uneasiness, Angron did not try to comfort him, but asked another question...

"My Lord, I already have the strength of about 50,000 horses."

Ain hesitated for a moment, raised his right hand to show Angron the arc of electricity rising in his palm, and then whispered...

"This power is very strong, sir. I even feel like I can kill my past self with just one punch. But will this overly strong power be like psychic power..."

"Everything has a price." Angron said calmly

"Magnetic field power has no master, or rather, everyone who can control it will be his master. Even the biggest bastard has followed this spirit that belongs to the strong."

"Freedom and indulgence, only by following your heart can you make your magnetic field more powerful. And this power is not limited by race or identity, Ain, do you understand what I mean?"

"An endless vicious competition." Ain said in a deep voice

He understood what Angron said. The magnetic field force might be a safe and perfect force without a master...

However, his pursuit of his own nature is the price that all living beings in the entire universe need to maintain and pay!

This extraordinary power is beyond the scope of what an individual can cultivate...so he is almost the best solution for the current physical universe to pursue the power of the strong——

Even if it's an Astartes and a mortal, the latter can easily kill the former if he has learned enough magnetic field power!

However, if you want such power to grow rapidly, you must follow your own heart. But what is human nature like?

"When those ignorant people think that the evil gods of the warp are inherently ugly... they never thought that the hell of the warp itself is a reflection of the opposite side of life."

Angron grabbed the black sword and shook the chain on it. He looked at the place where the Chaos Runes of Khorne were once engraved and sneered...

"Even if there had not been a war in heaven, the warp would have become hell sooner or later. The evil gods' ugliness is not their nature, but just a symbol of life itself!"

"If the universe is a chaotic collective that will unconsciously move towards increasing entropy... then life in it is naturally inherently chaotic, and the subspace that reflects our thoughts will naturally become chaotic!"

Angron was once the Daemon Prince of Khorne, so he knew the reality of the Warp very well.

There are always some unrealistic people who believe that making all the people in the universe become true, kind and beautiful can change the subspace... But regardless of whether this nonsense can be accomplished, it will not change anything.

The essence of life is chaos. As an individual born in a universe heading towards increasing entropy, any life is chaotic.

Whether it is the Eldar, the Orcs, the Aida, or the Zerg, they are destined to move towards extreme chaos from the moment they are born.

The vast majority of thoughts floating in the Warp are not the ugliness of man...

It is nothing more than the chaos brought about every time thoughts and life spread forward.

The shallow morality and kindness of human beings are so insignificant in front of the essence of life and the universe. Chaos is the inevitable nature of the universe. Even the Emperor, is he a thing of order?

How can a God who is held up by countless blind beliefs, worships, and crazy thoughts be a God of order?

There is actually no difference between him and the Chaos Gods, except for one finishing touch.

"And when life with chaotic nature gains the power to transcend collective constraints... and this power must pursue nature in order to be strong, chaos and war are inevitable."

Angron slowly explained to Ain the essence of the power brought by the Unfinished God. This is the price of the magnetic field power. His price does not need to be paid by individuals, but the entire universe has to pay for it!

Once the magnetic field begins to rotate, the universe will inevitably embark on a trajectory of accelerating towards destruction!

It is indeed a power without cost to individuals, but what it will replace will be the accelerated beginning of the destruction of the universe.

Winner? Chaos itself doesn't need a winner. The spread of chaos itself is his victory, even if he doesn't care at all!

The first step of chaos will be the collapse of society composed of individuals, the collapse of society based on power, money and military strength...

It is destined that any social system in the future will not be able to achieve long-term unity, but will inevitably enter into new chaos under the transformation of individual power.

"Ain, we can't change this result."

Looking at the silent Ain, Angron said earnestly...

"Even the Emperor cannot prevent this outcome. The universe may be doomed, but it will be in the very distant future, and humans - we do not have the spare time or qualifications to worry about the entire universe..."

“So we must master this power more to ensure victory in the competition with other races.” Ain finished what Angron had not finished, and said softly…

"In the end, we will be forced to take the path of promoting the end moment."

"Huh? That's bad." Angron grinned.

"Why should we consider what will happen countless years later? At least now, we are the first to take action. Our power means we have the qualifications to negotiate with others!"

"Loyalty? Bloodline? Wealth? Power? These things are just byproducts of violence! Ain, go talk to your brothers and let them give full play to their nature and strengthen their power!"

"Don't suppress yourself. If you want to build a new future for the Legion... then gain stronger power and force those weaker than you to submit to you! Don't consider any complicated situations. The basic logic of the operation of any order is violence!"

It is hard to imagine that such words came out of Angron's mouth... However, this statement of analyzing the essence of things is just an argument because Angron is unwilling to think about the byproducts of violence.

But he is also right. As long as you understand the essence of how things work, all the by-products built on it are not important.

Just like Guilliman, if he had the same violence as the Emperor... then he wouldn't have to consider so many complicated issues.

No matter how things go around, in the end, you still have to use your fists to speak!

At this moment, Angron suddenly raised his head, grinned slightly, stood up and said to Ain...

"Get out of here and don't let anyone get close."

"My Lord, what happened?" Ain asked anxiously, because he also felt an indescribable pressure...

"Nothing... an unpleasant old thing is coming."

Angron laughed even more wildly, and just as he said...

A burning meteor in the sky was falling towards here with a loud sound like a lion's roar!

Roar!

A flaming lion really fell from the sky and slammed heavily on the top of the towering Crown Mountain!

The scorching heat melted tens of thousands of tons of snow in an instant, turning it into a rolling torrent that flowed down the mountain.

"I knew you would be the next one, Leon." Angron smiled as he picked up the black sword.

"Traitor, you have no right to say my name!" Leon stood up coldly and said to Angron with murderous intent...

"The atrocities you committed against the Empire and your father will never be forgiven! Even if you return to the Empire now, you still have to repent for your crimes, traitor!"

"First, I never returned to the Empire. Tell me about your mother!"

Angron gave Leon a glaring middle finger and said with disdain...

"You old thing, have you lost your brain after sleeping for ten thousand years? I would rather die here than kneel down to that old bastard again!"

"Secondly, don't give me such a f*cking air! Do you dare to fight me?!"

Leon didn't speak, and there was no need to speak. At this moment, he was driven by anger. He raised the weapon called "Sword of the Lion King" and placed the shield given by the Emperor in his left hand.

This time, he wanted this traitor to kneel before him and confess his sins! !

"Master Angron, I will contact Master Guilliman immediately."

Ain did not linger. He knew that he had no right to intervene or watch such a battle, so he jumped off the cliff without hesitation...

"Hey, Leon, you seem to have slept very restlessly in the past ten thousand years? Looking at this, are you trying to compete with Dorn to see who looks more like Santa Claus?"