I am the magnetic field maniac

He would rather the Emperor said frankly that he just regarded the Primarchs as useful tools...

Because in this way, Angron would be able to accept his cruelty to himself on Nukelia.

It's nothing more than feeling sorry for the obsolescence of a useful tool, and then simply making use of it.

But seeing the magnificent Terran Palace and the sacred murals depicting the Emperor, Angron gained a new understanding.

Maybe to put it simply - the Emperor is just a super psychopath?

Look at what he has created the palace into. Even though many things here were added without authorization by those who blindly believed in him over the past ten thousand years, Angron knew much of the main content...it was all created with the Emperor's permission and even personal supervision.

This man who kept saying that he was not a god and burned down the last Catholic church at the last moment of the expedition, everything he did for himself was fucking full of religious colors——

He is Saint George who slew the dragon, he named his son's legion Angels, he decorated his empire with lots of religious metaphors, his children are the Son and the Holy Spirit and he is the Father, there is a festival dedicated to his son who died for him.

He liked to paint his palace with sacred gold, anoint his blade with the holy oil of religious rituals, and he gave himself an ancient and long rite of pilgrimage...

He even allowed a hellish thing like "Child Angel" to exist by his side.

He launched a crusade called "Imperial Truth", under the banner of rationality, to carry out a real religious persecution...

He used lies to create a false god called "science" and tried to distort the truth of the world.

Angron did not want to condemn the Emperor's actions, he did what was right and true. Because humans are so fragile and fickle, they need a false religion to keep their fragile minds away from the cruel truth.

But this is why the Emperor's children ultimately cannot understand him.

Every action he takes is divided, as if there are countless hands behind him manipulating the person called the Emperor to perform completely different actions, making every action of his seem so divided.

Lorgar, that scum, was right about one thing. After the Emperor made so many religious metaphors...

And after each expedition, he did not shy away from using the psychic veil to shape himself into a "golden, huge, powerful, and perfect" savior image, and his behavior of denying his own god was so pale.

The entire Empire had begun to worship him before he even went to the toilet. The former Temple of the Emperor of Savior originated on Terra, and it defeated the lies of the Imperial Truth in a very short time, which became a result generally believed by everyone in the galaxy.

Perhaps becoming a god is the second path he has chosen for himself?

But if there were no such conspiracy theory, Angron would have felt that the truth he guessed was very simple and funny.

"Hahahaha, the Lord of Mankind, the great God-Emperor, is actually the most schizophrenic person in human history. He's the most fucking insane person!!"

Uncontrollable laughter broke out, and Angron's laughter also triggered Bai Qianshuang's laughter, because this joke was really funny!

Angron's provocation and insult to the Emperor were almost unbearable for the Custodians - they pointed their weapons at Angron, ready to kill this shameless traitor at any time to cleanse the insult to their monarch!

"Okay, I've laughed enough."

Angron stopped laughing. He looked at Guilliman, who had no expression on his face, and said with a playful look...

"Guilliman, you have been denying so-called divinity. But the fact is, our father became a god, so we cannot escape a similar fate. Of course, something like me may be able to escape, but you, tut tut tut."

"Horus is the most likely to become the second God of Mankind, Sanguinius is the third, and now, Guilliman, you are the next!"

"Angron, do you really have to go crazy here?"

"If I don't go crazy here, will you really allow me to rush over and slap that bacon?" Angron looked at Trajan with a mocking look.

"Even though this was the deal he and I made?"

"kill him!!"

Trajan gave the order instantly, but Angron's speed was even faster than theirs! !

"Get away!!"

Without hesitation, the magnetic field force that erupted from Angron instantly blew away all the imperial guards!

At the same time, he immediately triggered the defense devices in the palace.

As the sky gradually darkens, the powerful void force field is about to completely cover this place... But can a mere void shield stop Angron?

Absolutely not, absolutely not!!

God-breaking Thunderbolt!!

Without hesitation, he blasted at the void shield covering the sky...

The powerful antimatter force instantly overwhelmed the upper limit of the power that the void shield could contain!

Under that broken bubble of space, Angron was about to do what he said he would do!

Just as he was about to head straight for the throne room, Guilliman stood in front of him and spoke in a deep voice.

"Angron, your irrationality will only make things worse."

"The end? Guilliman, I was never one for you from the beginning. I'm going to give that bacon a good smack in the face, but as for the rest - I never promised anything."

Angron displayed his black sword and grinned...

"Do not think that I am still your so-called 'brother', Guilliman. Emotions, rules, ideals, these things he uses to bind you cannot bind me! I am free, Guilliman, truly free."

What should Guilliman do now?

Am I going to argue with Angron here about what true freedom is?

That was meaningless, just like Angron had debated with Guilliman about what true honor was during the Great Crusade.

But compared to the crazy and stupid Angron in the past who didn’t even know what he was saying, he was completely different!

This Angron has his own set of real logic, no matter how his knowledge and understanding of freedom is refuted by outsiders.

He always practices his own principles according to his own actions.

If you say you want to slap the emperor, you must slap him!

Everything here makes him unhappy, so he must do something to make himself happy!

The core truth is nothing more than doing whatever you want...but precisely because of this, this is the truth that no debate can defeat.

Unreason can overcome reason, this is the law of cause and effect!

Guilliman put down his weapon. He did not intend to fight Angron here. It was not because he was afraid, but because there was no need.

To put it bluntly, a slap in the face to the emperor is nothing.

It would be more appropriate if Angron could just calm down his unreasonable behavior - at the very least, the Emperor should be slapped in the face.

"When will your six-nation grand ceremony be over?"

The Eternal King, the ruler of the Eldar, scratched his ears in a very tasteless manner, looked at the Imperial Guards riding hoverbikes in the distance and said...

"If we keep wasting time, I don't know if the situation will turn out to be what the blue loach imagined..."

Guilliman gave him a long look before rushing towards the deepest part of the Terran Palace with Angron - thanks to this bastard, he now had to force his way into the palace like an assassin!

After triggering countless alarms, destroying countless defense barriers, and repelling piles of imperial guards, they finally reached their destination.

In front of me is a ladder leading to a door.

Guilliman and the other two stood in front of the throne room. In front of this magnificent giant door, even the Primarch's existence seemed very small.

The distant sound of bells resounded throughout the entire cathedral, thousands of eyes stared at the door of the throne room silently opening, and thousands of mixed sighs came out through the door;

Through the slowly opening crack of the door, the intruder could only see deep darkness and diffuse fog. The fog wrapped around the bodies of the primarchs like a swarm of snakes and spread to the several steps behind them. Disembodied and sad whispers could be heard in the fog.

In front of this majestic throne room, the Primarch, who had already reached his destination, was instead a little hesitant.

They already knew what the situation was like in there...but that was precisely why they hesitated and felt resistance from the bottom of their hearts.

Because the truth may be too heavy and cruel, or perhaps after tens of thousands of years, the truth of the past has now become an unbearable reality.

Guilliman was filled with fear, dreading what he would discover.

Is his father dead?

Was he sane? Could he speak? When he was allowed to go to the throne room, he went there as if he had gone to his adoptive father's funeral, hoping for peace but overwhelmed with grief.

But in the end, they walked in, into the cruel, sad, and horrible reality.

At first glance, all they saw was the terrifying golden color that shone as if it was going to steal all the attention.

It was as if this ten thousand years of faith constantly emphasized and modified his existence...

The magnificent golden light emphasizes the emperor's supreme divinity again and again.

The light had taken away all sight, just as blind faith had taken away any rationality the empire once possessed.

Even the Primarch must use the reason and thoughts of his soul to penetrate the illusory golden light and to peek into the truth hidden beneath the abyss of faith.

Then, they saw a huge machine.

A giant, dying, cruel torture machine.

Countless cables and pipelines extended from the shining golden throne to the ground, to the sky, and to every corner of this vast space. However, what flowed out of the pipelines was not a physical object.

It is not flowing, but paying out. The pipeline is constantly squeezing the soul on the throne... using the most cruel torture to maintain a ray of light shining brightly in the warp space.

This is a torture that far exceeds the physical and mental torture. If the soul is a skin, then the role of the Golden Throne is to continuously stretch this skin, allowing it to have the brightest light in the subspace in the most painful way.

The inhuman torture had already surpassed the limit of pain. Compared with it, even the torture of the Blood Orcs seemed like a spring breeze.

However, all of this is just the experience that the person on the throne goes through every moment.

Death is not a bad result. At least for those who are bound to the throne, it is a great enjoyment and happiness.

But alas, he will never rest in peace because he will not allow himself to rest in peace.

Guilliman opened his eyes wide, through all the terrifying light, and finally - he saw him.

Emperor of Mankind

A corpse that has long been decayed.

145. The biggest lunatic in human history

Shriveled bodies surrounded the creaking machinery. His sword lay flat on his knees. Sorrow filled the air.

The thing on the golden throne could no longer be called a life...it was just a rotten skeleton covered with a layer of human skin. Even by the standards of chaotic evil creatures, it did not look like a living thing.

Even the Necrons seemed more alive than he was, really.

But the emperor is still alive, living as a rotting corpse, as a dead man.

He was not wandering between life and death like Guilliman once was. He had died long ago but still allowed himself to live, feeling the pain of death with the feeling of being alive.

The price paid to keep the Emperor alive - if he was still alive - made the Primarchs sick to their stomachs.

Guilliman stretched out his hand with some trembling. He tried to use cell reconstruction on the Emperor... but his premonition told him that it would be of no use.

The Emperor's fallen state was definitely not caused by physical injuries...

That body was merely a container that carried his power and ultimately sustained his existence.

No matter what, he won't die.

But without a power beyond his current state, it would be impossible to restore him.

Guilliman gazed upon the Emperor, while Angron looked upon the figure beneath the Emperor's throne.

Even though he was wrapped in a black robe, Angron still recognized him at the first sight.

"Lorgar?"

"I told you we'd see each other soon, bro."

Lorgar, with a pale face, took off his hood and smiled kindly at Angron. He looked no different from when he was still a human, with scriptures still written all over his body.

He got a new identity and a new body.

The Emperor's power cleansed Lorgar's soul, which was filled with the energies of the Warp - this was not difficult, after all, Lorgar was a Daemon Prince of Chaos.

Chaos without division means that it will not be particularly favored by any evil god, nor will it be completely occupied by the power of any evil god.

His soul was cleansed again by the Emperor, but he no longer created a walking Primarch body for him.

Because of Lorgar's mission, his future, will be bound to this small throne room.

This is the mission given to Lorgar, and also a punishment for the mistakes he had made.

But judging from Lorgar's performance, the orders and punishments from the "God Emperor" actually attracted him.

"It looks like you're doing pretty well."

"Yes, it's very good." Lorgar ignored Guilliman's disgusted and vigilant look, showed the book in his hand, and smiled happily...

"He even gave me permission to compile version 10.0 of the Word of the Emperor... and I don't think it will be long before it spreads across the galaxy."