I am the magnetic field maniac

"How you can have such a grand plan and yet have such a lack of vision is something I never understood."

Jaghatai said with a shrug, magnetic fields churning as they gathered around his tilted White Tiger Blade…

"Whether you are willing to admit it or not, these are what the real power of the physical universe should look like. Psychic power is a good thing, but if it has to be mixed with those monsters to be used well, then I would rather use this."

Chagatai paused, looked at Magnus who was silent, and suddenly grinned...

"Oh, I see. It turns out you haven't learned how to use it at all."

"Chagatai, you are still as rude as you were ten thousand years ago!" Magnus said angrily

"Now, your last chance, stay away from me! For the sake of my not letting the Thousand Sons harass your White Scars in ten thousand years!"

"Are you begging me?" Chagatai said sarcastically.

"Okay, I agree to your request. I won't do anything to you - but I can't guarantee anything about them."

As soon as Chagatai finished speaking, Magnus felt a chill on his back almost instantly, and Chagatai disappeared in front of him with a flash of white lightning. At the same time, a powerful music suddenly sounded.

It seems to be a very old song, and its origin is unclear.

And this sacred hymn chanted by the most devout nuns brought a golden psychic light.

The light overwhelmed Magnus's attempts to flee, and the moon dust swirled in a sudden vortex as the teleportation energy grabbed it. The bright light shone, sending the men out to the safety of their warship!

And what kind of master is the one who appears behind him?

When Magnus turned back with a stiff expression——

"Magnus!"

The extremely angry and murderous voice reminded Magnus of the Emperor's voice when he smashed the Terran Webway!

And the ones who made this sound——Wow!! They were actually four big guys wearing heavy armor!!

Guilliman, Corax, Jaghatai and Lion - their angry eyes, surging murderous intent, and brewing magnetic field power show that they are the best among the Primarchs!

Each of them has their own strengths, each of them has their own unique skills and secret weapons, which are unexpected surprises for Magnus!

"Wow wow wow!"

Looking at these four brothers, Magnus felt as if he were facing a billion Sisters of Silence, which was even more terrifying...even more terrifying!

"Don't worry Magnus, I won't hit you. Although I want to hit you, there are people here who want to hit you more than me."

Chagatai shrugged and withdrew from the "Four Loyal Leaders"...

Angron, who was watching the fun with Blood Shark nearby, also gave Magnus a helpless look, and then stood there happily watching the show.

"Bullshit! Corax, why the hell are you here?!" Magnus gritted his teeth and said

"Your evil magic failed to expel me." The Dark Raven Primarch, who was covered in black smoke and stretched out in the shadows, said in a cold tone.

"I have been blocking Lorgar's door for ten thousand years, and I have many of his parts on me. When my father went to meet the alien goddess, he also brought me back."

He stretched out his blade wings that had completely transformed into the subspace form, and said coldly...

"It's time, Magnus. Hard time."

141. The Primarch Divided the Empire

"Don't even think about catching me!!"

Filled with desperation and terror, Magnus stabbed downward with his glass knife. Multicolored fire erupted from its blade, engulfing Guilliman and the bedrock he stood on. Moon dust exploded upward with a crackling sound. Flames danced on the scrap metal!

Magnus didn't think he could defeat these four guys, not to mention that there were Jaghatai and Angron next to him - even if Tzeentch possessed him, he couldn't even dream of winning.

It's not like Magnus hasn't dealt with these guys before. He dealt with Corax not long ago.

He almost didn't make it back alive...

Poor him, he was still laughing at Lorgar being blocked by Corax for 10,000 years...

As a result, when he went up, he was almost eaten alive by Corax, who had awakened the essence of the Primarch for ten thousand years!

He definitely couldn't beat four against one, and he didn't even have the confidence to defeat anyone except Guilliman in a one-on-one fight, so of course he planned to just run away!

The sacred hymns the nuns sang overpowered him, but not completely.

The huge wizard's eye on Tizca is where he stores a large number of demon souls, ready to crush them at any time!

Magnus has already made a tactical plan - first restrain the weakest Guilliman, and then escape directly!

With raw power, Magnus flew downward, pouring the fire of the Warp into his brother!

His armor burned with searing energy.

Sparks burst from the overloaded systems of his power armor, burning Guilliman's fragile flesh!

What his brother fears most is psychic power. Magnus estimates that this attack will at least make Guilliman unable to get up!

but……

"The Second Empire!"

Without hesitation, the Lion King and the Angel God of War instantly appeared beside Guilliman. Faced with the two suddenly appearing "brothers", Magnus was hit in the face with a punch before he could react!

"Cuck!!"

What the hell is this? !

With a scream, Magnus's double horns that grew from the energy of the warp were instantly shattered!

The pair of colorful wings behind him were violently grabbed by Sanguinius and torn apart!

Pain is no longer enough to describe the feeling of tearing the soul apart... but the attack was obviously not over yet. The moment Guilliman took action, Corax also flashed behind Magnus.

"Gah!"

The sound of crows screaming rang out, and Corax turned into a pool of shadow...

Then Magnus felt countless crows pecking at his flesh and blood!

"This pain cannot atone for even one trillionth of the sins you have committed."

Corax said sinisterly, and then devoured Magnus' body even more violently...

"Gah! Get out of my way!!"

The demon prince screamed, and with a gesture of his ghostly claws, he instantly tore apart hundreds of tons of machinery from the nearby wreckage.

Then the unwieldy mass came crashing down like a comet, attempting to bury Corax completely beneath an avalanche of shattering metal!

"Magnus, you have killed hundreds of billions of Terran people. How are you going to repay this debt that you have yet to repay?"

Those hundreds of tons of metal failed to fly over, because Guilliman directly blew those things up in mid-air with an Extreme Explosive Fist!

The Son of Vengeance looked at the burning Terra and said coldly to Magnus...

"It was Leon who did it!!"

Magnus screamed, the pain of his soul being pecking at made his already split mind even crazier, and his speech became incoherent.

"I just wanted to extinguish the Star Torch, what have I done wrong?!"

The pain of having his soul gnawed by Corax left Magnus without the luxury of thought, causing him to utter such incoherent words.

Magnus, seemingly the wisest of all the Daemon Primarchs... but in fact, his madness is comparable to that of Angron.

His soul had long been shattered, and now the only thing left was the piece that dominated by anger.

The excruciating pain in his soul stimulated the incompleteness and made his madness and stupidity even more obvious.

Magnus conjured a deadly ball of Warp energy and hurled it at his brother with all his might... but the blow was caught by a hand and then crushed.

"That's enough, Corax, Guilliman, leave this to me."

Leon, who had not said a word from the beginning to now, said calmly after crushing Magnus's power...

"I'll leave Terra's problems to you, and leave Magnus to me."

"That sounds nice, but you've turned Terra into a second Krieg, so there's no point in talking about a mess." Chagatai shrugged as he looked at the burning Terra...

"It's clear that even the stall is gone."

"You've gone too far, Leon!"

Guilliman abolished the Second Empire and looked at the burning homeworld...

Even a calm man would be horrified and angry at Leon's crazy and overly radical choices.

The most important thing is - he has to clean up this mess anyway, but Guilliman doesn't know how to clean up this... ruins where nothing is left!

"I just did what was necessary." Leon looked at his brother expressionlessly.

"It is enough to maintain the integrity of the Astronomican and the Imperial Palace. Nothing else matters. And Guilliman, you and I both know that this is an opportunity."

Guilliman's heart skipped a beat. He said nothing. Instead, Corax frowned and said...

"Leon, what do you mean?"

"The Empire has reached the end of its life." Leon said bluntly.

"Even if father wakes up, even if we return, the empire will not be able to become better. If we can win the war in the future, I think it would be better for the empire to be dispersed now."

He stared at Corax's pale face and said bluntly...

"I mean, the imperial power is divided, and the primarchs rule by fiefdoms."

In this silent and deep night sky, Leon's overly shocking words caused everyone present to fall into complete silence.

The Primarchs were divided? The Empire was divided? After the orbital bombardment of Terra, could it be that the Lion wanted to finish what Horus had left unfinished?

"Leon, you made me feel like it was Horus talking to me just now." Corax's faint voice broke the silence.

"Leon, this doesn't seem like something you would think about."

"I proposed it." Guilliman was silent for a moment, then stepped forward and said with a sigh...

He no longer planned to hide any problems of the Second Empire... If he was the only brother who returned, he would be worried that he would not be able to resolve the turmoil caused by his dark history because he would be unable to do so.

But with so many brothers returning, it’s a different story.

At this point, Guilliman doesn't care even if the secrets of the Second Empire are exposed.

What he did was in the interests of mankind and more in line with the will of the Emperor. Only the Emperor had the right to condemn him, but the Emperor himself would only think that what he did was right.

"I wrote the Codex Astartes in the hope that there would not be another Horus to destroy everything we had built. At that time, I believed in my father and everything he believed."

Guilliman stared at his brothers and said seriously and firmly...

“But facts have proven that after ten thousand years, the regimes established by mortals cannot make everything better.

I wondered if we could do better, but perhaps we can’t, because our power is still limited.”

Guilliman spread his hands towards the burning Terra, as if trying to embrace the human world of the entire galaxy...

"The Empire is too big, and we have too many enemies. There are countless human worlds in the Galaxy that the people of Terra can never rule clearly. Many times, it is not our enemies who destroy the foundation of the Empire, but the Imperials themselves!"

"If such a bloated behemoth cannot avoid its fate of death... then perhaps we should follow the trend and divide it up so that our strength can be more concentrated and make it... better."

Guilliman's meaning was simple, the Empire was too large, and he didn't think the return of the Primarch would change anything.

After all, the Primarchs were not gods. Even with the Emperor and Malcador, they were still unable to handle the countless complex affairs of the Empire and still needed to rely on the complex political system below.

The system created by the initial political structure of the Empire over the past ten thousand years is so complex that even the Tzeentch demons cannot understand it... It might take several months just to name the names of the various departments.

As we all know, the more complex the political system, the lower its efficiency.

Behind the intricate political system is an even more complex network of interests and the maggots that parasitize it.

Guilliman did not want to split the Empire or betray the Empire... After all, the Primarch feudal system he proposed was just to divide the Empire into several relatively independent links and then rule them.

There is nothing wrong with this. The Emperor had envisioned that the human empire would undergo a transformation and division after the Great Crusade.

The regime established during the golden age of mankind also tended to be a decentralized federal system... because even in that era of miraculous technology...

Rule over an entire galaxy is still a miraculous act beyond comprehension and possibility.

Not everything is beautiful once it is "unified"... Even when humans were still on Terra, they had already discovered a concept called "the limit of expansion."

When the structure of authoritarian rule reaches its limit and the central political and military are unable to effectively govern the territory...

Overexpanding territory will become a drain on an entire entity rather than the nutrient that sustains its survival.

Macharius's expedition brought the human empire a thousand worlds of territory... but in the eyes of the Terra Central Regime, the troubles Macharius brought them far outweighed the benefits.