I am the magnetic field maniac

No matter how hard the laser blasted, it could not leave any scars on that smooth surface.

"grumble!"

The demon iron bird opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the soldiers' bodies in big gulps with a terrifying cry. As blood and flesh seeped out from the gaps, the air was filled with the demon's evil mockery.

The sky was extremely dark, and the world of Cadia was full of these terrifying creatures.

"For Cadia, for the Emperor!!"

The sergeant was desperate, but he chose to fight hard. He took out the hot melt bomb prepared behind him, turned on the switch, and roared and charged towards the iron bird in front of him.

boom! !

Blazingly hot and scalding, a temperature even hotter than the surface of a star exploded instantly!

The rising flames burned everything within a hundred meters to ashes... and such an attack should not be underestimated even by heavy vehicle units!

But the next moment, the demon iron bird flew out, bathed in molten lava...

He jokingly held in his mouth the sergeant who had been deliberately kept alive but burned to pieces, and rushed towards more Cadian soldiers jokingly amid his desperate wails!

There is such despair everywhere, and such crushing everywhere.

The existing air and ground units of the Human Empire were simply unable to effectively kill these monsters, and even though there were only a few hundred of these iron birds, they were already a level that the warriors of Cadia could not resist.

How can you ask Cadia to resist hundreds of "big demons" with steel bodies?

The only things that can resist these monsters are the God Machines equipped with Void Shields.

But compared with the huge divine machine, these iron birds are too small. They are even much smaller than the "Manta" of the Tau people. In the face of such a target, the disadvantages of the Titans are fully exposed!

The powerful divine machine is an invincible blade on the empire's front battlefield. No enemy can survive the terrifying roar of the volcanic cannon.

However, the Titan's weakness as a firepower platform is its overly bulky body and the huge gap between its legs.

Facing small units and flexible units like the Phantom Knight...human Titans do not have much advantage in one-on-one situations.

This is even more true for the demon Yafei.

"grumble!!"

With the ear-piercing cries of iron birds, these terrifying steel creatures flew and cut as if controlled by a pair of invisible pianists...completely cutting and overloading the void shield of a huge Lord Battle Titan!

Along with the sound of the bubbles bursting, these iron birds instantly swarmed into the Titan's blind spot like a swarm of bees... Then, the terrifying power cannons gathered in their mouths!

boom--

The only sound transmitted from the Titan family's communication was the captain's final words of "For the Emperor" at the top of his lungs... and after that, it represented the eternal silence of a divine machine.

The disputes among the war machines bring only endless despair, but what about the battles among the Astartes?

"Quack! You lackeys of the false emperor, you will be defeated!"

Howling wildly, a Black Legion berserker named Albert brandished his chainsaw axe. He was not a veteran of thousands of battles, but a real rookie.

But despite this, he could now easily chop into pieces several Black Templar Space Marines who were blocking his way.

Happy, damn, really happy!

Feeling the magnetic field power filling your body, this extraordinary pleasure is able to surpass everything!

The opponent who once required a lot of hard work to defeat was now nothing but a piece of dirt in front of him, and would shatter at the slightest touch!

The extremely powerful force made Albert feel extremely happy... Although the Dream Creator further deprived Albert of his sanity... But in the face of such happiness, what the hell did losing his sanity matter?

The most direct happiness in this world is the pursuit of power, and the greatest addiction is the addiction to becoming strong!

In the sky, groups of Afroamericans were reaping the lives of the Cadians... and on the earth, the warriors of the Dream Creation Legion were like a spreading plague, madly destroying the Cadians' struggling military formation.

And watching, the planetary shield that maintained the sky was about to be breached and closed by the traitors——

"Face me, traitor!!"

When Albert was getting into the mood to kill, an angry voice was heard... and then, a Templar wearing a laurel crown and holding a huge black sword, rushed up with a roar!

"Helbricht?!"

The ordinary and frantic Albert shouted out the name of the Grand Marshal of the Black Templar in ecstasy, roaring with great joy...

"Your head will become my most shining sacrifice!!"

……

Helbrecht, a legendary name, a great name.

As the Grand Marshal of the Black Templars, his abilities and achievements perfectly match this noble title. He is a legend of the Empire and a nightmare to traitors and aliens!

The Astartes who inherited this legendary position all continued the will of the first Grand Marshal Sigismund.

The Emperor's Champion, who was once the number one under the Primarch, has received the Emperor's grace and will and slew powerful enemies for the Emperor!

As one of the very few chapters that have worshipped the Emperor as a god for thousands of years, the Black Templars possess the incredible power to receive oracles from the Emperor.

They are perhaps the first and most devout of all the Loyalist Legions to worship the Emperor as a deity.

However, such behavior really won them the attention and favor of the emperor.

With this gift, the Black Templars won countless honors for the chapter and also avoided countless crises of the chapter being overthrown.

But only this time, Helbrecht knew very well that this might be the focus of the Black Templar expedition.

The Emperor told the Oracle the vision of Cadia. Chaos was rampant, magnetic fields were raging, and Cadia, which had stood for thousands of years, would fall in flames.

The arrival of the Black Templars cannot change anything. Their power is insignificant in the face of this apocalyptic battle, just a drop in the ocean.

They shouldn't be involved in a war where they can't change anything.

But despite this, the Grand Marshal still embarked on this journey with his brothers, which was perhaps destined to have no return.

Perhaps they would not have any honor, perhaps they would not receive any merit or reward, or even would not be able to see the Emperor and the Primarch again - but the Emperor's Black Swordsmen would never look back.

You can say that this is a foolish act of suicide, because for them, loyalty itself is the best reward!

"For the Emperor!!"

Shouting the name of the Emperor, the Grand Marshal brandished the black blade and fought against the traitors who had obtained the power of the magnetic field!

The boiling blood, along with the hatred for the Emperor's enemies and the grief for the tragic death of his brothers, turned into immense power and moved forward!

Albert noticed that Helbrecht's armor was broken, and even the black blade in his hand was incomplete...

When he looked again, he saw the bodies of three Black Legion soldiers fallen behind the Grand Marshal.

"Waste!" Albert roared, sneering at these weaklings who had obtained amazing power but lost to a pseudo-emperor's lackeys!

Fanatical thoughts and the desire to hunt for the heads of the strong filled Albert's brain. Facing the rushing marshal, Albert could only roar with excitement!

He would not think that he would lose - with such amazing magnetic force, he could not lose! !

"kill!!"

Boundless murderous intent filled his mind, and Albert's reason had already been completely washed away by the powerful force!

There was no change. The powerful magnetic field force roughly covered Albert's chainsaw axe, bringing him unparalleled destructive power!

The Grand Marshal did not flinch at all, tightly grasping the sacred weapon of the legion that had been passed down for thousands of years, and slashing at the powerful enemy like a wild beast!

But there is a fatal difference between this despicable and stupid beast in front of him - the fighting spirit and patience of the Grand Marshal are enough guns.

Before the powerful attack collided, the Grand Marshal suddenly pulled out a relic-grade plasma pistol hidden under his wrist!

In the process of fighting against those who possess magnetic field power, these weaklings have already figured out how to deal with them——

The moment when the plasma weapon is fired from the muzzle is the only moment when their protective power can be distorted by simple technological external forces!

And it was true. At the moment when Albert's protective magnetic field was neutralized, he instinctively swung the chainsaw axe to annihilate the dangerous plasma. In this moment of opportunity, the Grand Marshal had already seized the initiative to win!

The sharp ancient black sword crossed with the traitor's head, and then the chaos-polluted head fell into the mud with spilled filthy blood!

The Grand Marshal did not seem happy at all when he cut off the head of the traitor and powerful enemy.

That weathered face covered with scars was filled with endless depth.

The Black Swordsman still stood here, shoulder to shoulder with Cardia - but such heroic spirit still could not cover up the dilapidated situation.

Above the sky, enemies were still raining down from the illusory hell as if endless, and the phantom of the destructive power that wreaked havoc on the mortal world was dissolving everything together with the furnace of the soul.

And behind him, almost all of his brothers in the chapter and those brave mortals had fallen.

It seemed as if the Grand Marshal was the only one left on the lonely battlefield. He struggled to pick up a fallen Sky Eagle flag on the battlefield and placed the symbol of the empire in front of himself.

Hope is dead, at least it can no longer be seen here. The Grand Marshal, who was inspired again, fearlessly faced the more powerful enemies!

"Come on! Traitors, let me kill you, even a thousand times is not enough!"

The battle cry full of emotional catharsis replaced the persistence of the regiment culture. At this moment, the Grand Marshal will only die as a lone warrior!

"The flame is out."

Abaddon looked down upon the burning Cadia, as if he had sensed the fall of the last Templar...

Or perhaps it was because he saw the withering of the Iron Hands and Mechanical Brothers who were protecting the planetary shield generator.

Abaddon stretched out his Claw of Horus, as if he was going to slowly crush Cadia, but in his sight, it had turned into another golden world.

"Father……"

He murmured in a low voice, as if he had already seen the illusory shadow in front of him... But soon, Abaddon's expression became ferocious... He roared and pulled out the Draconian as if he was facing a formidable enemy!

"You are already dead! I am Abaddon, the Warmaster of Chaos!"

Abaddon growled, or rather he was simply shouting at the phantom in his heart.

Such hysterical screams triggered countless mocking whispers in the Black Stone Fortress.

Those demons, those creatures of Chaos, were watching Abaddon from the other side of the realm, just as they had watched Horus, waiting with venomous snake-like eyes filled with mockery and ridicule.

They had witnessed the end of one Warmaster, and now they were about to face a second... and in their eyes, Abaddon was as much a joke as his father.

Abaddon adjusted his breathing. He chose to ignore the existence of those lifeless beings. He focused calmly on the battlefield in front of him because he was about to reap the fruits of victory.

Cadia's planetary shield generator was about to be breached, and then he would only need to overload the main gun of the Blackstone Fortress and project an overloaded destructive ray downwards.

The fall of Cadia will herald the beginning of the Crimson Path, the first step towards Abaddon's victory.

Neither the false emperor nor his descendants can stop me - the great cause has been established, and the destiny is in my hands! !

But at this moment, in the boundless void, a huge and dark green Undead warship suddenly leaped over.

It descended in the space fluctuation that was so tiny that it was almost insignificant... and the moment the tomb-like warship appeared, it created a strange "resonance" with the Blackstone Fortress.

The huge fortress that was rotating at the angle of two eight-pointed stars seemed to have sensed a signal, and in an instant...

This signal completely opened up all of Blackrock Fortress’s defenses to that battleship!

But despite this, the many Black Legion warships surrounding the Planet Killer are by no means vegetarians. Even if the Blackstone Fortress opens its defenses, they will not allow the enemy to easily break through here.

However, they were facing Necrons warships.

Fulgrim was on the dome of the Sky Punishment battleship, wearing a dark blue power armor... and from the appearance, it was even a Ultramarines-style power armor.

But there is no doubt that the shape and size of this armor is obviously not prepared for Astartes.

"Primarch No. 3, the Armor of Destiny is designed for Primarch No. 13."

A huge mechanical sage holding a gear axe came to the side of this "Ultimate Warrior" and said in a hoarse mechanical voice...

"He can suppress your injuries, but he can't enhance your physical strength."

"That's enough." Fulgrim looked at the toilet seat-shaped chapter mark with disdain, snorted and chuckled...

"Except for the appearance of this armor, I am very satisfied with everything, Great Sage. But I am more satisfied that you are willing to believe me."

"We have no choice." Kaul said lightly.

"The plan has been disrupted. The destruction of Cadia may not be here, but it may be a greater crisis."

Having said that, Collins paused for a moment and continued...

"Primarch No. 3, I must remind you that the Blackstone Fortress is very dangerous. It is not a wise choice to rashly board it."

"Yes, it's very dangerous there." Fugen said softly. He looked at the rotating black eight-pointed star and whispered...

"I can feel a familiar feeling there... Maybe I will die here, but I will die for a just cause."

"Well, good luck to you."

Cawl was silent for a moment, and then the living metal of the Necron spaceship under his feet began to disintegrate, forming a new flight template, carrying Cawl towards Cawl.