I am the magnetic field maniac

"Guilliman, in the years ahead I will lead the people who are loyal to me and the Empire to fight against the great enemy of humanity... but before that, I will entrust you with an important task."

After saying this, the Emperor personally took off the laurel wreath on his head... The laurel wreath emitting brilliant golden light was like a most luxurious crown, and he placed it on Guilliman's head...

In an instant, even Guilliman himself was stained with the Emperor's divine aura, and as he slowly stood up, he also had a great position bestowed by the Emperor himself!

Regent of the Empire!

During the period when the Emperor is no longer around, and before the throne of the Empire has no one to sit on it.

Guilliman is the Regent who performs duties on behalf of the Emperor and is the Hand of the Emperor!

His power will surpass that of the High Lords of Terra, and he will even be equal to the Emperor himself. In the absence of the Emperor, he will hold all the highest powers in the Empire!

Such sacred authority, granted by the Emperor himself, the supreme glory and power bestowed by the Emperor himself, is a glory that even Horus has never enjoyed!

He is above the Warmaster, and arguably above any position known to the Imperium.

The last and only person who was qualified to enjoy this honor was the Imperial Hero Makarion Malcador.

And there is no doubt that Guilliman, as the Son of God, has more authority than Malcador!

"I will definitely not let you down."

Guilliman sighed secretly in his heart, hid all unnecessary thoughts under his face, and answered the Emperor solemnly.

The Emperor is about to launch a new expedition?

Just the facts revealed in these words were enough to make everyone here feel extremely excited - from the Astra Militarum to the nuns to the Astartes, all of them were crazy about it!

They are about to take part in an expedition with the Emperor!

Just like in the myth, just like the hero in the myth ten thousand years ago!

The endless enthusiasm and atmosphere surged like waves, and at a time like this... who could be so blind as to disturb and destroy this sacred moment?

Unfortunately – yes!

squeak...

The uncontrolled and rampant magnetic field force turned into black electric current, entwining Angron's black sword!

At some point, he had already drawn his sword with a fierce smile, and he stood on the right side of the Emperor, roaring wildly...

"I've heard enough of your disgusting words. Now that you've rolled off your toilet, you old fool, it's time to fulfill your promise!"

"Let me slap you hard, three times! Three times!!"

Clearly, there was not and could not be any respect for the Emperor in Angron's words!

He had endured for a long, long time, and now, now that the Emperor had fully recovered.

Damn it, Angron was going to smack him in the face!

Such arrogance and blasphemous provocation has undoubtedly angered all the slaves loyal to the Emperor!

In front of the countless eyes burning with anger and the weapons pointed at him, Angron smiled even more fucking happily.

He pointed the black sword at the Emperor and laughed wildly...

"You old bastard, I don't expect you to just give me your face and let me hit you! I don't even bother to hit such an impenetrable face!"

Does Angron still hate the Emperor?

Of course! Even if he saw the Emperor suffer for ten thousand years, that had nothing to do with him wanting to settle accounts with the Emperor!

He is a traitor, and it is reasonable for the Emperor to kill him! At the same time, he also has to complete what he did not complete ten thousand years ago!

Come, Corpse King, let me kill you, or, kill me! !

150. Fight the Emperor!

Angron tasted the final flavor of his fate in this bloody wind.

He felt death coming, and he knew that this would be his last battle - he had no chance of winning, and his life would end here, with nothing accomplished and nothing worthwhile.

But seeing his family by his side, and his true enemies before him, he was filled with pride—

They wounded the high knights, driving them from their gilded lairs atop the spire.

He let the gladiator masters see them, and saw the strength of the gladiators they played with.

Those gilded monuments, those silver wings, those nobles of Nuceria—Angron vowed to bleed them a little more before they fell.

For no reason, Angron knew he could not change anything.

The status of these gladiators in Nuceria is even lower than that of slaves... they are just tools used by the ruling class to fool the masses.

He could not rally any forces, and Angron could not do so.

The piercing pain of the Butcher's Nails and Angron's decaying mind made it impossible for him to do anything.

Then just kill, just kill purely!

I cannot defeat my enemies, that is due to my incompetence, not my fault. But I will accept my fate, here, with my brothers and sisters!

Come, fate! Take us all! Let our blood stain this cliff red!

Let the tale of our rebellion die on the Nukelian winds!

If I can't change anything, then I'll end my useless life!

Come on, kill!

When Angron was determined to meet his final fate, when his fist was about to hit the gilded chariot!

Time has stood still.

He watched as the blood of a dying Janissary spurted out and gushed into the air in an expanding crimson nebula.

Though his body was chained in place, Angron found that his mind and senses were still under his control, and were immediately drawn to a blinding circle of light before him.

"What did they do to you?"

The voice in his head was like thunder and ice. Angron bit hard in his nails, punishing him for invading, requiring him to kill the one who spoke, and then kill everything else.

“Who—uh…” Angron whispered, realizing he could still speak. “Who—”

"I am the Emperor, and you will follow me."

"Where to go?"

"Go beyond here, to the stars."

“My brothers,” Angron panted, growling unappreciatively—“my sisters. I will not abandon them. Take them too, or leave me!”

"They, and this planet, are no longer your concern."

"No! No matter what you ask me to do, I refuse! My home is here, with my loved ones. I fought here, and I will die here!"

The voice was silent for a moment. When it spoke again, thunder echoed in his mind, and Angron could almost sense the indifference in the thunder.

"Well, I'm sorry."

……

Angron opened his eyes. It was only a brief moment for him... but he had already forgotten the past that he couldn't bear to recall.

He looked at the Emperor with a fierce smile, tightly grasping the black sword...

"Remember? Father, how you took me away from my brothers and sisters! Forced me to become an oathbreaker! Deprived me of the fate of death, to be your dog?"

At this point, he seemed to be imitating himself in his memory, imitating the painful and confused Angron, and roared...

“My brothers…” Angron stared upward. “My sisters, where are—”

"There is no undoing what has been done to you. There is no undoing what has happened down there. But we are running out of time. You are destined to forge something greater than a little slave war."

The stirring thunderous echoes combined to form another echo, and there was no doubt that the echoing voice belonged to the Emperor!

Angron would never forget the Emperor's response that day... that tyrant, that cruel slave master, that arrogance and that delicate, affected intimacy!

The Emperor did not answer, but remained silent. Trajan beside him said sternly...

"For the eyes of our Lord are upon this Galaxy, upon all her stars and worlds, not upon the wars or tyrants of one planet! Angron, make no excuses for your cowardice!"

"Haha..." Angron laughed playfully. He looked at the commander of the imperial guards and raised his eyebrows.

"What similar words! You and the bacon next to you gave exactly the same answer. Yes, what a great narrative, the vast universe, the galaxy, conquest, and the destiny of mankind!"

"Haha, fuck it!"

Angron raised his middle finger to the Emperor in defiance and laughed wildly...

"What did I answer you at that time? You only deserve a fucking zombie. That's what you said. You wanted it, because you were just selling me as a fucking sacrifice to them!"

"After all, I am a useless tool! Emperor, father, now I will give you the same answer again - because I am a petty bastard!"

"I don't have the same ideals as you, nor do I have such a grand vision - I'm going to slap you in the face right now, not for anything else, just for fun!"

Angron didn't want to complain about anything. On the contrary, he felt very happy now. Very fucking happy!

Because he had determined the nature of the Emperor - he was not wrong at the time. After facing a "son" who could not be saved, this bastard immediately and seamlessly switched to his current appearance.

A useless tool can be fucking recycled, so throw him to the war dogs... so fucking use him to fill a rebel spot.

As for the incompetence of not being able to conquer the home planet - this is pure bullshit! Speaking of incompetence, the most incompetent and the worst of all the Primarchs before they returned to the Empire was Horus!

No matter how badly Angron was doing, at least he had gathered an insurgent army that massacred people everywhere.

What about Horus? When he returns, he's just a fucking gangster who just killed his adopted father and got promoted!

The Emperor valued Horus because he was the first one he picked up besides Alpharius.

He had plenty of time to train him to be his best tool - at least that's how it seemed to Angron.

Maybe he has feelings, because a useful tool also needs feelings to nurture it. But for a hopeless waste like Angron, there is no need for extra feelings.

Good. It’s really fucking good!

Angron was very happy. He would never fight for "daddy's love" like Horus, that daddy's boy. Now that he was sure of what the Emperor was, he didn't need to have any other ideas!

What does he want to do most now? Of course, he wants to finish what he didn't do ten thousand years ago!

"When I first met him, I killed a guard who was blocking my way."

Angron looked at the golden can of Trajan with a grim smile, his right hand filled with magnetic force...

"Then today, let's do something a little more powerful!"

After saying that, he did not hesitate to send a divine thunderbolt directly towards the direction of the High Lord and the crowd!

Guilliman immediately jumped out to block the attack, but was knocked away in an instant, while the Custodes fought back.

But, they were slow.

Angron did not even stop, he hinted at killing the Custodes, but he rushed straight towards the Emperor!

"Hahaha, you old bastard, either you kill me today or I kill you!!"

Countless scar-like battle marks instantly appeared on Angron's body as he turned into a madman. He swung his violent black sword and launched a violent attack at the Emperor!

6 HP of Strength x·God-breaking Thunderbolt!!

At this moment, Angron put all his thoughts and problems behind him.

Now he just wants to do one thing, something he wanted to do but didn’t do ten thousand years ago!

This time, the emperor couldn't suppress him.

Angron wanted to vent all the factors that made him unhappy... and this time, Angron would not let anything impure contaminate the great cause he was about to accomplish!

He wants to kill the emperor!

For what? Freedom? Revenge? Haha, fuck the grand goals!

Fuck the bitter and hateful past!

I, Angron, want to kill the Emperor, purely because I dislike him!

It's that simple! So he either kills me or I kill him, there is absolutely no other reason!

Even if the Emperor was talking to him about humanity's aspirations, even if Guilliman and his gang were talking to him about the greater good...

He, Angron, would not follow their words and talk about the bullshit honor and freedom.

Because I, Angron, am such a stingy person!