I am the magnetic field maniac

"Very good, Lord of Humanity!" Bai Wujie stood up with a smile, clapping his hands while speaking to the trembling Isa beside him...

"Goddess, I will need a little help from you next. Don't worry, I won't let you work in vain. In return, I will visit Nurgle's garden once, even though I hate it there."

He made a promise to Isa, a promise he would definitely fulfill.

He had originally planned to visit Nurgle's garden next, to experience the so-called eternity and the feeling of withering and flourishing...

As for blowing up some of the concepts that helped Isa suppress Nurgle, it was just a matter of convenience.

But his casual actions will still change a part of the universe forever. And this is the immense weight that the ultimate strong man carries in the universe.

He cut his finger, and then drop after drop of blood dripped onto the emperor's rotten corpse.

Isha's power began to act, and the Goddess of Life used her authority to shape the blood into the color and power of life.

It is not a low-quality clone, but a catalysis of the life force contained in the blood.

The blood of an ultimate strong man, a drop of blood containing countless possibilities.

The surging, emerald green life force filled the entire throne room like a tsunami. Isa chanted and whispered about the miracle of life, but was even more amazed by the wonder of that one drop of blood.

Because he was indeed amazing enough to make a god astonished—he was like a star god or even more powerful than that, but in terms of life, he was a carbon-based life.

It has long transcended the constraints of this place. That body, which is still flesh and blood, has such a wonderful composition and such strange powers.

The blood dripped down drop by drop, and the vitality in it was already huge enough to allow the Emperor to condense his body again!

It's time to end this long wait.

The decayed and broken body gathered flesh and blood again, and the pure life force allowed the Emperor to wake up again from the dry skeleton!

Full, powerful, deep!!

The powerful life force emanated from the pipes and cables behind him...

The instrument that extracts and maintains the Emperor's life is filled with the force of recoil!

In an instant, countless psychics who were witnessing the warp saw the star torch burst out with a light brighter than the sun!

The terrifying light dispelled all the darkness, and also dispelled countless chaotic and vicious curses in an instant!

"Hey!"

The Emperor has fully awakened.

His body, which was already tending to change to perfection under the veil of psychic energy, was shaped into even more perfection by the life given by the blood of the ultimate strong man!

A strong physique, terrifying energy flow, what burst out from those eyes is not only golden psychic flames, but also a powerful magnetic field force!

And in an instant, the emperor's body began to operate its magnetic field naturally the moment it returned!

The electric current pushes, the magnetic field of 100,000 horsepower rotates, the magnetic field of 500,000 horsepower rotates, the magnetic field of 900,000 horsepower rotates, the magnetic field force of 999,999 horsepower!!

Horrifying and shocking! The emperor of mankind had already gained the ultimate power that surpassed countless powerful men the moment he stood up, and there was no doubt that he also possessed the ultimate realm that matched it.

Moreover, Bai Wujie had no doubt that the Emperor could take that step at any time.

He believed that the Emperor could deliver a million horses of power without self-destruction, and even that was not his limit!

The tenacity of a soul that can withstand the faith and torture of all mankind for 10,000 years is beyond doubt, and the strength of a human body that can withstand the pressure of the gods does not need any elaboration.

After completing all this, Bai Wujie had no intention of stopping. He wanted to leave all the surprises in that battle.

He quickly left the body, and Bai Qianshuang's soul didn't even have time to ask any questions after waking up.

"Damn it, damn it!!"

Bai Qianshuang complained in a low voice. He knew what his brother meant...

That damn Riddler has to wait until he goes to the Eye of Terror to say anything!

Helpless, but Bai Qianshuang had no other choice. Her brother's bad character had always been like this. When she didn't need him to pretend to be a qualified strong man and ruler, he was just like this by nature.

He shifted his gaze to the emperor in front of him, and as he looked at the radiant figure, a desire to fight surged in his heart.

But he was not addicted to fighting. He shifted his gaze to Isa next to him, and the shadow of the Mother Goddess was very weak at this moment.

But at least she still exists. She only inspires the life of the blood of an ultimate strong man to reshape the Emperor, but does not take the life of the Goddess of Life.

"Remember your promise, Emperor of Mankind."

Facing Isha's words, the Emperor nodded indifferently. He would grant the Eldar relative peace, but only for ten thousand years.

And perhaps, war is always inevitable. How can two races that once ruled the galaxy maintain peace forever?

Unless they always have enemies that they have to join forces to fight.

"You will be recognized by me, Emperor of the Eldar."

The emperor's gaze rested on Bai Qianshuang, and he said in a deep voice...

"Your brother is an absolute bastard, but I don't want you to be as crazy as him. I don't care about the lives of those Eldar, but you should be responsible for those who worship and trust you."

Bai Qianshuang curled his lips. He hated this kind of persuasion and education, but he was indeed not as crazy as his brother.

He was indeed too lazy to be the Eternal King, but he had to admit that he had a sense of responsibility towards the Eldar who respected and loved him.

"Lorgar, you will be the one guarding the Golden Throne while I am away. Once I have cleansed Magnus and reunited some of his soul fragments, I will have him accompany you."

The Emperor stared at Lorgar with his golden eyes. He was not Magnus and did not have the ability to directly guard the Webway.

However, his psychic gift of transforming faith, which was granted by the Emperor, can completely replace this part of the duties of the "God-Emperor".

Facing the command of the God of Worship, Luo Jia agreed with a smile. He sat on the golden throne without hesitation, whimpering in the pain that tore his soul apart, but also feeling the pleasure of atonement.

The Emperor was speechless, ready to leave the throne room, as the Eternal King called out the head of the allied nation.

He pointed at the Emperor's Little Emperor and said...

"Brother, put on some clothes before you go out."

148. Real fans...

"The Primarch's authority cannot override the High Lords' Council!!"

When the High Lords emerged from their safe havens and gathered their few troops to the Eternal Gate, Talion, the Minister of the Interior, gave an impassioned speech.

"For those individuals who are beyond human, they will not and cannot regard us as their own kind! The rebellion started by Horus in the past almost destroyed the entire empire... and in the past ten thousand years, how many rebellions of the Astartes have involved the empire!"

"The Eye of Terror, the Great Whirlpool, how many damned traitors are there in these places! And the one who truly maintains the future and hope of the Empire is the Primarch, the Astartes, right?"

"No, it's me, it's you, it's all of us mortals!"

"It is the millions of Astra Militarum and the countless people of the Empire... It is us, the people whom the Astartes and Primarchs call mortals, who maintain the existence of the Empire!"

"Look at what those guys who call themselves the Sons of God have done since they came to Terra - they bombed Terra and killed countless noble Terrans... and now, they ignored the Guards and entered the Imperial Palace!"

"What do they want to do? They just want to show off their inflated power again! They just want to be above us and rule us again!"

"For the Emperor, let us defeat those villains who pretend to be God!!"

Talion's impassioned speech, coupled with the High Lord's general sense of being old beyond his years, and the fact that the Primarchs bombed Terra, attracted a large number of supporters for him.

He, the Pope of the Ecclesiarchy, and representatives of the Inquisition gathered all the remaining troops of Terra and surrounded the Terra Palace, preparing for a vigorous "military remonstrance".

Even the Primarch does not have the power to defeat such a large army!

Talion was extremely confident, and what made him even more confident was that the always indifferent guards were also standing in front of them.

Although the commander of the Imperial Guards, Trajan, did not show up, the Imperial Guards guarding the palace did not stop them.

Because the palace they were protecting was indeed invaded by the Primarch.

No matter what they say, this is the greatest insult to the Imperial Guards and the greatest blasphemy to their duties as the Emperor's guards!

The rumbling Leman Russ tanks rolled over the broken Eternal Road, the Thunder Eagles streaked across the sky, and the angry nuns and the Astartes... led by the Imperial Guards, they stepped into this sacred temple!

When they finally reached the throne room, Guilliman and Angron walked out.

This was not a good time, especially with Guilliman still hanging around with the traitor Angron.

"Traitor!! Lord of the Ultramarines, why do you stand with this traitor!!"

As someone who was familiar with the history of the Horus Heresy, Talion immediately recognized the Lord of the Red Sands. He stood on his huge Emperor's poison blade with great anger, pointing his finger at Guilliman and demanding the High Lord's accountability...

"What have you done to the Holy Emperor! After destroying Terra, do you want to kill him?"

"You allowed alien warships to dock on Terra, and even brought aliens into the palace. This is an unprecedented act of rebellion!"

A series of questions and condemnations from the three high lords of the State Church, the Inquisition, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs immediately occupied the so-called moral high ground. After all, it was a fact that the Primarch bombed Terra and broke into the palace without permission.

Guilliman looked at this guy silently. He knew him...

Talion, the Lord Chancellor of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, is himself a political obstacle that Guilliman believes he must clear in the future after evaluating the High Lords.

But now, is there any need to talk about politics?

The Lion overturned the table right from the start, and the situation has become like this... Even Guilliman can't use his political wisdom to make up for it.

He took a deep breath. If he wasn't still the Son of God...

I'm afraid these fanatics with fire in their eyes can't wait to rush up and tear him into pieces.

Well, they certainly couldn't, but Guilliman still didn't want them to do it.

After all, if they did so, Angron would tear them to pieces.

Maybe he would do the same.

"This is all my father's will."

In an extremely low voice, Guilliman reluctantly threw out a universal answer.

Everything is my father, everything is the will of the Great Emperor.

The Emperor's name was used, and in front of the sacred Emperor's throne. This immediately shut up many devout people. These fanatical believers really began to doubt whether all this was really the Emperor's will.

Tolerating aliens, bombing Terra, and destroying the palace are of course sins that cannot be tolerated even for the Primarch.

But if it is the Emperor's will, any action will be forgiven.

In other words, as long as the emperor said it, they would obey anything.

Moreover, the Primarch's majesty always exists. Just standing here is enough to win the submission and trust of a large number of people.

"This is a lie! This is pure heresy!!"

However, at this moment, the Pope of the Anglican Church, Leicester, excitedly retorted...

"I am the Emperor's most loyal servant! I am the one closest to the Emperor! Even I cannot receive the Emperor's divine oracle, so how can you?!"

He looked so excited and angry, as if Guilliman had stepped on his vitals - and in a way, that was indeed the case.

Guilliman had hit the foundation of the Ecclesiarchy, which was the right to interpret the scriptures. The Ecclesiarchy believed that they were the closest to the Emperor, that they were the most sacred people on Holy Terra, and that the Pope was the most noble of these sacred members.

They believe that their beliefs are closest to the Emperor and that they are the first of all people to receive the Emperor's oracles.

They have already told such lies that even they themselves believe them.

A lie repeated ten thousand times cannot become the truth, but it can become the so-called truth that deceives yourself, and it is often this kind of truth that is more difficult to shake.

The self-righteous false truth is more difficult to change than the cruel reality.

Guilliman closed his eyes in pain, he knew that his actions to reform the empire would encounter tremendous obstacles - but the first step, the first step before it even started, made Guilliman feel heartbroken.

He was distressed by the average IQ of the entire empire.

This foolish pope is not an isolated case...

He represents the epitome of countless human beings in the entire galaxy who have been brainwashed by faith to the point that their rationality has been covered.

When superstition replaces rationality, even if the individual is smart and wise...

That foolish thinking will only lead their wisdom to an even more foolish result.

"So much nonsense, why don't I just kill them all?"

Angron grinned. Although he enjoyed watching Guilliman's stomach ache, he was also happy to slaughter these fools who were an eyesore to him.

"Stop it, Angron, you're just trying to make the situation more chaotic."

Guilliman sighed tiredly. He certainly couldn't let Angron do it.

Because he dared to guarantee that the Astra Militarum was closely monitoring everything that happened here, waiting for Guilliman to respond.

If Angron really killed them all, I'm afraid that the next moment all human forces in the galaxy that could receive astropathic signals would broadcast the content of "Guilliman's Heresy" on a loop.