I am the magnetic field maniac

We followed Peacock's way of stranding the alien battleship, breaking through the fire network blockade and forcibly landing on the land of Macragge. Even though Peacock was not trusted by us, he still demonstrated extremely strong command ability and military strength. Is this the command ability of the Primarch (crossed out)?

We have successfully eliminated three lines of Death Guard and Word Bearers, and gathered many of the defeated Ultramarines...

But Peacock seemed to realize that he could not gain our trust no matter what, so he went to his destination, Hull Fortress, alone out of spite.

Is he having a childish temper? (crossed out)

But we can neither stop nor chase the Peacock, who also possesses that kind of power... So we split our forces into two groups here, and the mortal forces led by several (blackened) Star Realm Legions began to station and stop the traitors...

The Astartes troops, led by the Ultramarines, began a forced march relying on the only high-speed vehicles they obtained from the local garrison.

Record 5:

We were very lucky, it seemed to be because of the landing point... The advancing troops reached the vicinity of the target location with almost no resistance, and we successfully joined up with the Ultramarines Legion at the front line of Hel Fortress.

We could not prove our number, but at this point the Astartes had no choice but to join them and resist the Death Guard troops.

We fought hard, but only later did we realize that our fight was meaningless.

When it comes to achieving our ultimate goal, our real enemies are simply not on the same level as us.

The Lord of Death, the Daemon Primarch Mortarion passed right through our lines of defense like a puff of smoke... and the defenses we had set up were completely useless.

If it weren't for the desperate resistance of the Ultramarines' Chapter Master Calgar and the timely support of Peacock, we wouldn't be able to do anything...

I may be witnessing a new era, an era where numbers and armies will no longer be of primary importance on the battlefield.

I know this sounds like a pipe dream, but perhaps in the future, it will be the very few strongest people who decide the direction of the war.

An era is coming in which the outcome of wars is decided by a few people, and in the foreseeable future, the Astra Militarum and even the Astartes may usher in a transformation of military power.

Record 6:

We won...

Although the final result doesn't seem to have much to do with us...but the demon primarch was exiled, and the loyal primarch also returned, that is...

Why are there so many aliens around the Primarch? ? (crossed out)

Why do I see two (crossed out) beside the Primarch?

I saw extremely blasphemous heresy (crossed out)

I heard Lord Guilliman shout something about the second (this part was torn out entirely!)

(The following is a disappearance that lasted about twelve pages)

……

Greyfax closed his notebook, pinched his temples with a headache, and sighed slightly.

The headache is that there are a lot of things in her records that need to be sorted out... and most of the things that are sorted out are probably slides that cannot be touched...

Honestly, if these things were submitted, not to mention Greyfax herself, she felt that even her immediate superior, the Supreme Lord of Terra, and the Inquisition's deputy would not be able to handle it...

She is an Inquisitor who believes in the Imperial Truth, which makes her stand out in the Inquisition where various ideas are constantly emerging - in other words, she basically has no faction in the Inquisition.

She thought she had enough secrets, but what these Primarchs and their brothers were involved in was really...

Honestly, it's a miracle that Greyfax is still alive here.

They even planned to go to the so-called Eldar Empire to visit the capital of an alien empire...

Too fantastical, too ridiculous, and too blasphemous.

"Inquisitor Greyfax, Lord Guilliman summons you."

A low voice came from the terminal in the room. Greyfax took a deep breath, tightly grasped the golden medal in his hand, stood up and left the room...

The "guard" of the Ultramarines who had been waiting outside the door for who knows how long came down to the deepest part of the Macragge's Glory.

Behind the Gate of Glory, guarded by the Glory Knights and White Scar Hunters standing like statues on both sides, sits the most "loyal" Primarch of the Empire today.

Robert Guilliman sat on his own Archon's throne, studying a book in his hands... and for Greyfax, this was not her first time here.

After waking up, Guilliman had talked to the Inquisitors and the generals of different legions one by one... the commanders of the Ultramarines and even Evelyn of the Deathly Hallows.

The deep, earnest conversation lasted for days, during which Guilliman used every bit of his affability and cunning as a statesman to create...

Create a harmonious and friendly atmosphere, extract more information from the other party in laughter, and perfectly conceal one's own emotional fluctuations caused by these words.

Guilliman spoke highly of each visitor's insights into current affairs, and praised their contributions to the Imperium;

According to each guest's different personality and preferences.

Guilliman purposefully displays the aspect of his personality that best appeals to the other party, causing the other party to unconsciously respond to his questions with sincerity and frankness... and this is the most prominent feature of Guilliman as a Primarch among his brothers.

But Greyfax knew privately that Guilliman and all the other Primarchs... were filled with disgust at the current state of the Imperium.

Even because Guilliman knew that he was the one who had to go up and solve these problems, he hated the Empire even more.

Greyfax did not step forward immediately, and Guilliman was thinking of countless ways to reform the Empire. He said to Angron beside him:

"Angron, which of the complete plans for the development and construction of the Calixis Sector do you want to choose?"

"Either one will do."

Angron replied impatiently, holding the "Weekly Edition" distributed by the Military Affairs Department in his hands and reading the newspapers of the Military Affairs Department with the Khan.

Of course, I read it as a joke book to kill time during the long and boring journey.

"That's the place you're going to rule in the future, so you should at least pay attention to it!" Guilliman kept on blaming his brother for not paying attention.

"Why don't you send someone to take care of it for me?"

Angron shrugged, and responded to Guilliman's accusations with his usual bad attitude.

Rule? Govern? This is something he can do but he definitely doesn't like to do...

What he enjoyed was not ruling but the feeling of being loved by the people and watching them live a good life, but power...that was something he hated.

He asked for the rule of the Calixis Sector only because he hoped that his people would no longer get involved in the various messes that the rotten corpse of the Empire was messing around with. Ideologically speaking, Angron was a Primarch with a complete peasant mentality.

Damn it, "having no ambition" is not enough to describe this bastard!

"You may be more suitable to be a farmer than a ruler." Chagatai said quietly while glancing at Angron.

"Then you would be better suited to be a shepherd boy," Angron retorted.

"Then I'll definitely be a very good horse wrangler."

"Okay... I understand, Angron. I will take full charge of all your issues."

Guilliman pinched his head and sighed with a headache, but he also felt a sense of relief in his heart...

Angron did not seek power, which was the best outcome. Although he was like a time bomb, at least he did not seek higher power...

Guilliman won't have to spend more time cleaning up the bigger mess he might cause!

Compared to dealing with brothers like Lion who have a hundred minds, Guilliman would certainly prefer to get along with the brainless Angron.

There is no possibility of eliminating the hatred of the past. Now we can only work hard for the future of mankind.

"Speaking of which, did you look at that ass-wiping paper written by Lorgar to find out what that bacon was going to do with him?"

Angron's eyes rested on the Words of the Emperor in Guilliman's hand, and he said with interest...

122. Arrival at Ulthuan

"This book is full of bullshit!"

Guilliman took the classic book that Lorgar had given him and gave the same evaluation as he did ten thousand years ago...

For the Primarchs who believed in the truth of the Empire, Lorgar's superstitious remarks were of course sneered at.

But at this point, can Guilliman still stick to the blatant lie of the Imperial Truth?

Of course not. Guilliman is not a fool and he is not someone who can lie with his eyes open.

But he always avoided talking about this issue, especially when facing Evelyne.

"I remember that Eldar girl liked to discuss theology with you." Angron touched his chin and smiled maliciously.

"After all, you are all chosen by God, so you have a lot in common."

Guilliman rolled his eyes. He didn't know why his brothers always liked to catch him and the Eldar lady making fun of them.

Although Guilliman had to admit that Evelyne was a very attractive person...

But this does not refer to her charm towards the opposite sex but to her knowledge and conversation as a chosen one, as well as some commonalities with Guilliman - tolerance towards racial union.

Guilliman did discuss a lot about gods with Evelyne... and although Guilliman sneered, according to Evelyne - he was just a big boy who didn't want to admit the facts.

Why else would Guilliman have picked up Lorgar's book?

This is the biggest joke about humans in this universe, Lorgar is so damn right!

"Whether my father is a god or not, it is undeniable that human beings today cannot live without this god."

Chagatai put down a weekly newspaper and looked for the next one about "Commissar Kane" and said casually...

"The Empire that believes in the Imperial Truth is full of hope, but what is false cannot be true. The Empire that believes in Father stinks like shit, but the truth has allowed them to survive for 10,000 years without Father and us."

"How can an empire be built with the help of a strange word?"

Guilliman chewed over Chagatai's words silently. It was not until now, after more communication, that he realized that Chagatai was not the rude barbarian he had previously imagined.

He sees many things very clearly and always comes up with some philosophical remarks.

"So what you mean is that Lorgar may become the state religion in the future..." Guilliman said tentatively

"How is that possible? Even if my father forgives him, he will not let him control the empire's faith." Chagatai laughed.

"He will either be locked up and given the butt-wiping paper to correct, just like what you did. Or he will be captured and tried as a replacement for Magnus. Of course, the father will most likely do both."

Guilliman's face darkened. He felt a pain in his face just talking about the Codex Astartes. The Lion's punch was really full of strength...

Chagatai found the newspaper he wanted, and while flipping through it he said casually...

"Lorgar has always wanted to be his pope. To be honest, the Chaos God is just his father's backup. He is not a staunch fanatic at all. All he wants is a stable life under the protection and understanding of a god...

Otherwise, he would not have been a Chaos Prince for ten thousand years. After all, he had seen the fate of Angron and his men. He knew that the moment he surrendered to the evil gods, he would lose their protection.

“But he knows that he will never get this status…so his father will probably use the hidden power to tempt him.

And there is a high probability that Luo Jia will take the bait, because Luo Jia actually attaches very little importance to reputation.

And his design as a Primarch is the closest to Magnus's psychic type among us... so he should be able to be a temporary replacement for Magnus."

“The Primarch’s design…” Guilliman chewed on this somewhat harsh word in a low voice, while Angron snorted in dissatisfaction, but this is the damn fact…

Each of these Primarchs was designed according to a certain goal and direction... Although there were some like Angron who went completely astray, generally speaking, each Primarch moved forward according to the Emperor's design.

The biggest purpose of Magnus's design was to replace the Emperor's psychic direction, and the one who came closest in this regard was indeed Lorgar.

His fighting ability is disgraceful, but his psychic abilities are certainly not weak, and he and Magnus are at two different extremes.

Magnus is a researcher who seeks to explore the true knowledge of psychic energy, while Lorgar believes in psychic energy for self-blessing.

Of course, this is also due to the environment they grew up in, but Luojia's psychic power can indeed be released in a way that is unique to him.

Actually, it’s quite suitable, isn’t it?

Lorgar, who always wanted to worship the Emperor as a god, chose to go to the Golden Throne for "martyrdom" to prove his loyalty to the Empire and the Emperor in the most direct way.

If the facts really develop as Chagatai said, it will inevitably make the primarchs feel that their status as tools has been maximized...

"When that time comes, Brother Lion will be the Grand Marshal, Brother Chagatai will be the Junior War Marshal, and you, Guilliman, will be crowned the King and rebuild the Second Empire right away." Angron said sarcastically.

"Angron, if you are going to keep on talking, you can go and handle the economic development plan of the Calixis Sector yourself," Guilliman said calmly.

"Ah..." Seeing that Angron also shut up, Guilliman couldn't help but sigh... and at this time he focused his energy on the invited guests.

In front of him, he heard countless blasphemous remarks that he shouldn't have heard...

Greyfax, who wished he could make himself deaf, immediately performed the Sky Eagle Salute and said in a deep voice...

"Lord Guilliman, what do you want me to do?"

"Relax, Ms. Greyfax."

Guilliman almost immediately showed a friendly smile that could make the other party relax their vigilance, waved his hand and said...

"I would prefer that we have a conversation from a more equal perspective. In fact, I benefited a lot from your previous remarks about the Empire."

"I am not qualified to discuss this, Lord Guilliman," Greyfax whispered.