I am the magnetic field maniac

"Although I don't want to, Leon, please go to the Eldar's webway in my place. I will return to Terra and solve the problem there."

"The plan remains the same." Leon said expressionlessly.

"You go to the alien city to do your diplomacy and treat your illness, High Lord, and I will take care of it."

118. The Era of the Primarchs...

"I will not go to those xenos-stinking cities to exchange even a breath of air, and don't even think about me talking to them. Guilliman, I know what you care about, but you care about what I don't care about!"

Thinking of the Lion's decisive character, Guilliman knew what he was going to do and breathed rapidly, growling in a low voice...

"You'll plunge the Empire into a civil war! We don't have time for that..."

"Politics is a foolish game, Guilliman. You become foolish when you get involved in it." Lion interrupted Guilliman and said coldly...

"We are the Primarch, the sons of our father. Even if he is not happy, we are still the most legitimate heirs and rulers of this empire besides him. I know that those bureaucrats, those high lords and the complicated forces behind them will not be willing to hand over power."

"But why? We have no power? We have no name and orthodoxy? We are wrong? Are we traitors?"

"Father is on our side, and the empire needs us, so why should we go and smell the farts of those bureaucrats and politicians!

Those who are obedient will be kept, those who are disobedient will be killed, those who pretend to obey but secretly disobey will also be killed, leaving only the obedient ones for us to control and dictate! "

The Lion's blunt, brusque questions echoed in Guilliman's ears...

The Thirteen Primarchs wanted to use their rich experience in political struggles to refute Leon's reckless behavior, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't say anything.

Because Leon wouldn't listen to his advice, and what's more, what Leon said was not wrong.

Guilliman is accustomed to thinking from the perspective of a politician and archon, and he hopes to seize enough power with the least loss.

And he is by no means just talking nonsense or being inefficient, he has already made a complete set of plans and preparations!

With Guilliman's skills, it wouldn't take long for him to return to Terra and naturally take over all the power with almost no loss of the Empire's power.

Does Lion have such ability? Of course he does, but he is too lazy and hates to use it! Like other Primarchs, he has a deep disgust for politics!

And the power of the magnetic field further fueled Leon's thinking. Whenever his original body's super intelligence thought about how to solve a problem, his super intelligence gave only one answer.

Use your amazing power now!!

Guilliman could understand, because the feeling of possessing the omnipotence of that magnetic force even for a short time fascinated him.

If he is like this, what choice will Leon make?

Lion will definitely go on a killing spree when he returns to Terra. Guilliman has no doubt that his elder brother will seize the supreme power of Terra and do what Horus could not do, but after that...

The Great Purge sounds great, but the damage caused if the aftermath is not handled properly is unimaginable.

"But, Macragge..."

Guilliman knew that he could not persuade Lion, in fact he was too tortured by the poison to care, but no matter what, he had to maintain Macragge!

"Let Fugen stay." Leon said wisely and calmly

"He is a piece of the soul left by the fallen Fulgrim. His existence can attract Fulgrim to come. Since he always cries for a chance to prove himself and wash away the humiliation, let's give it to him."

Fulgrim would certainly not reject such a possibility, and he would be very happy to wait for Fulgrim to come to him.

And Fulgrim had to take the bait. He couldn't let such a large piece of his soul fall into Nurgle's hands!

It was a simple conspiracy, but Leon couldn't be said to have failed. He just didn't care about the consequences at all.

Guilliman complained in his mind for a while, but all his words finally turned into a helpless sigh.

So, everything ended just like that.

The day after the celebration, Guilliman led the Ultramarines and Space Marines from ten successor chapters, as well as the White Scars, Jaghatai Khan, and the Inquisition, a force large enough to be called an expeditionary force... and set off on the Eldar Webway to their current imperial capital of Ulthuan.

Not long after, Lion also set out for Terra. It is said that he encountered an unexpected attack when he escaped into the Webway...

But after the attack caused heavy losses to the fleet, Lion, who destroyed all the invading enemies, went to Terra with another mysterious fleet that suddenly escaped from a non-hyperspace channel.

No matter what, in the turbulent galactic universe, the first massive world-destroying war is about to begin.

Vengeful Spirit Luperca's Court

Where the Imperium's failed Warmaster had once called forth his lackeys and minions, Warmaster Abaddon now called forth his brothers and sisters.

The banners of the Empire's conquest, rendered meaningless by betrayal, hang high above...

This majestic hall where the Galactic Civil War was planned is a quiet meeting place in a densely-woven combat system.

Here once Horus was hailed and half the Empire sang his name, but now it is the nest of plots of destruction.

Khayon walked in the aisle of the Spirit of Vengeance, this familiar warship carrying too much of his past and present, and... the souls of his relatives.

Through the power armor, his fingers gently stroked the crystal in front of him. For other members of the Black Legion, what they saw here were often big figures like Sanguinius -

They are composed of psionic resonant crystals, like those slain upon the Vengeful Spirit throughout history.

The corridors and halls of warships are littered with this material, often formed after combat or a turbulent voyage through the "eye".

Khayon had seen them when he first boarded the Vengeful Spirit in pursuit of Abaddon.

They are soulless statues made of hazy crystals, easy enough to dispel—if no one is foolish enough to touch them.

When these statues are touched, they begin to "sing", sending out a large number of images and feelings of their last moments through psychic energy.

A useless gasp of soul power.

Sanguinius died aboard the Vengeful Spirit, and his ghost haunts the ship.

The warp-soaked steel of the ship's hull resurrected the Primarch and the other fallen.

Khayon nodded slightly as he passed the kneeling angel, paying homage to the pain etched into that perfect face of dyed diamond.

"You shouldn't be here, Kingbreaker."

A low but uncomfortable voice sounded, and Khayon looked up. Standing in front of him was Fakus Cabo.

He died during the Heresy, but was resurrected afterward... but at the cost of becoming a complete enchanted warrior.

The demon's pitch-black horns sprouted from his eye sockets, and his dark head seemed to have pulled flesh tight around his skull.

The Terminator's armor was covered with traces of blasphemy, his abdominal cavity was ripped open with a bloody mouth, and hanging around his waist was the head of a former human being.

This appearance is obviously not what a normal creature in the physical universe should look like, and the fact is indeed so...

As an enchanted warrior, Fakus will feel unspeakable pain as time goes by after leaving the Eye of Terror.

Oh, the premise is that he is still that "Fakus".

"I am heading to Terra in compliance with the Warmaster's orders." Khayon said as expressionlessly as possible.

"But the Scarlet Path has been broken. Azek Ahriman has thwarted the Warmaster's plans... and I have something more important to report to him now."

"Report? For example, your lackeys who defected to the Corpse King, and those aliens?" Fakus sarcastically said, but blocked Kayan's way...

"Move aside, I'll only say this once." Ka Yang said calmly

"Kingbreaker, this is the Spirit of Vengeance! Your psychic energy is useless here, you should kneel down before me... because you are a loser, and Abaddon no longer needs you--quack!!"

Before Fakus' ugly face could even finish his words, Khayon raised his hand and grabbed him with an invisible force.

That was not the psychic energy that would inspire the Spirit of Vengeance to counterattack, but a powerful force that Fakus's shallow brain could not understand!

He screamed, but was unable to stop the force from compressing every cell of the entity.

The demon that inhabited this body had the desire to escape, and it escaped completely.

But a voice stopped Khayon's actions.

"Kayan, come in."

The familiar voice made Khayon let go of Fakus and walked into the depths of Luperca's Court. And there, on top of the high seat, Khayon saw him.

The jet-black plait was still so eye-catching, and Abaddon's body was restrained in the heavy black Terminator armor...

But whether it was the magic sword Draconian or the dark claw of Horus placed beside him, they all revealed his identity.

Khayon could smell a scent, a scent like holy oil from Abaddon spreading through the air.

But Khayon was sure that Abaddon would not be so bored, so he must have been meeting someone just now -

"Warmaster, I have failed my mission."

Khayon saluted Abaddon and reported in a low voice...

"But I have not come back to ask for forgiveness or mercy, Warmaster. We must lead the Black Legion away from the Thirteenth Black Crusade."

"Why? Khayon, why should I do this?" Abaddon said calmly.

"Typhons died suddenly, Lucius is dead somewhere, Erebus and Kor Phaeron were buried in Macragge, and Karn and his World Eaters died in the Blood God's territory."

Those described by Abaddon were once enemies of the Black Legion in the Eye of Terror - for the Chaos Warband, there are no so-called allies, even if Abaddon is the so-called "Warmaster".

Life in the Eye of Terror is not good. Sometimes, even a fight for a little clean water is enough to cause a fight between two war gangs. And every time Abaddon goes on a black expedition, except for his own black legion, the rest of the rebellious legions, especially those thousand-year-old legions, must be recruited by the Four Gods.

To put it bluntly, without the help of the Four Gods, he is nothing as a war commander!

But now, three of the four chosen gods have died suddenly, and the actual power holders of the Word Bearers are all dead...

Faced with Abaddon's recruitment and attacks, those leaderless war gangs had no choice but to unite under him!

This is why Abaddon postponed the Thirteenth Black Crusade. He needed to digest these forces and then launch an attack on Cadia with a stronger posture.

"They are insignificant!" Khayon clenched his execution axe and said in a low voice...

"Warmaster, they are insignificant..."

"I know what you want to say, Khayon." Abaddon held Draconian tightly and said in a deep voice...

"I will never surrender to Chaos. I will not repeat the mistakes of my father! I will conquer the Empire with powers other than Chaos, to rule it, to rule with powers other than psychic power!"

"Not by the false Corpse Emperor, nor by the Primarchs he created, but by us, the pure Astartes!"

Khayon didn't know how to start. There was no doubt that what Abaddon said was what he had always done.

Even though he is the Warmaster of Chaos, Abaddon is far purer than the Astartes under his command.

His body was not changed by chaos, and even his thoughts were no different from Abaddon ten thousand years ago.

His goal has always been the same, to unify the Empire not to let Chaos destroy everything, but to replace the Emperor and make humanity a better place.

Perhaps it sounds like a pipe dream, and it may make people feel ridiculous... But if Abaddon did not have such a dream, Khayon would not follow him willingly.

"But Warmaster, that's not what I'm talking about..." Khayon was about to argue, but Abaddon spoke directly...

He said arrogantly, firmly, and contemptuously...

"The time of the Primarch is over!"

119. Abaddon's Secret Weapon

Jaghatai, Guilliman, Lion...

The Empire regained three Primarchs at once, and the impact on the Black Legion and the traitors was profound.

Some warbands that have not been corrupted by Chaos but have simply rebelled against the Empire have already begun planning to defect back. Even if they are not planning to defect back, they are also planning some escape routes that do not involve direct conflict with the Empire.

But for the rebels, the Black Legion always had the greatest influence.

In the first twelve Black Crusades, although the Black Legion was driven back to the Eye of Terror every time, only Abaddon knew that he succeeded every time and achieved his goal every time.

He knew that the strength of the rebel legion compared to the Empire was like a child facing an adult, and it seemed that they had no chance of winning.

But if he is facing a terminally ill adult, he can use his own agility to slowly wear down the giant!

Yes, Abaddon was unable to truly push the expedition into a war every time.

Because as long as the Empire concentrates its strength, the traitors united by Abaddon are not enough to be the enemy.

But can the Empire muster its strength? Of course they can't.

They are the boss of the galaxy today. Their huge size and territory have led to a slow response. Compared to Abaddon, they have a lot more to worry about.

Therefore, the twelve Black Crusades allowed Abaddon to remove the nodes that stabilized the physical universe one by one and destroy the Black Stones. As long as the thirteenth Black Crusade succeeds... Abaddon can drag half of the empire into the darkness of the Eye of Terror without the Astronomican!

That meant the beginning of the collapse of the Empire, and also the beginning of the Black Legion breaking free from the shackles of the Eye of Terror and freely carrying out Abaddon's plan.

After all, for the Black Legion, the Eye of Terror is both a place that shelters them and a prison where their movements are blocked and they must stay.

But Abaddon also knew very well what the return of the Primarch meant to him.