I am the magnetic field maniac

171. The Game Is Set

"Die, die, die!"

On the fourth mining planet in the Cadia system, Astra Militarum Weiss buried himself among the corpses, howling at the seemingly endless green tide in front of him and pulling the trigger.

He didn't know how long the battle lasted, he only knew that the platoon he belonged to was almost destroyed.

Their political commissar had been shot in the head by an orc sniper two hours ago, and all of Weiss's superiors seemed to be dead as well.

They were all filled into this endless roulette of flesh and blood and were swallowed up until nothing was left.

"Air raid, prepare to dodge!!"

A sharp and piercing voice came from the radio. Weiss slid down the trench without hesitation, holding his laser gun and hiding his body among the corpses and bunkers. However, the series of roars and explosions in his ears almost made him deaf.

After an unknown amount of time, the black vision in front of his eyes finally slowly dissipated, and Weiss felt that his face was covered with scars from the gravel... After regaining consciousness with great difficulty, he climbed out of the trench...

He wanted to pull the trigger and continue fighting, but the battlefield before him seemed to no longer need him.

Weiss stared blankly at the "supermen" that fell from the sky. Some of them were Astartes, while others looked like ordinary people... but without exception, the power they possessed was far beyond that of ordinary people.

Using only their fists and feet, or some simple cold weapons, these supermen slaughtered the greenskins in a tsunami-like wave.

With one punch, a mountain may be shattered, or a Leo Ku may be blown up.

With one cut, the ground might be cut into a huge gully, large enough to bury all the corpses.

Weiss let out a long breath, and the tension from fighting in the dark finally eased a little.

Only when his mind was not filled with thoughts of pulling the trigger did he finally regain the feeling of being alive.

Then, he began to feel fear instinctively, and then cried for joy that he was able to survive!

It's good to be alive...

Those war gods arrived just in time. If it weren't for them, Weiss felt that even if his head wasn't chopped off by those greenskins, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold on for much longer.

Martial Gods...possessing god-like powers, I really envy them.

Weiss felt his eyes extremely tired, and before he fell into a deep sleep, he was thinking about some confusing things.

How long had this war lasted? Weiss couldn't remember. After he was transferred from the Ghoul Star Region along with the Astartes, it seemed that two planets' orbital periods had passed.

Or maybe it could be even longer, perhaps because it is close to the huge crack and time has become uncertain.

The Emperor's Abyssal Crusade entered its next phase with the Emperor's arrival and Abaddon's retreat...

When everyone thought that the Emperor had won the victory and defeated the traitor from ten thousand years ago, and was preparing to enter the Eye of Terror to hunt him down, something unexpected happened.

Greenskins, a large number of greenskins suddenly poured into the Cadia galaxy.

They teleported through the warp in a reckless manner...

They threw themselves and their war machines onto the battlefield with no regard for casualties, and then launched an aimless attack on the Emperor and the Imperium of Man.

Reason? It seems that the greenskins don't need this kind of thing.

This war lasted longer than imagined. After the Emperor led the expeditionary force and the remaining troops of Cadia to repel several waves of greenskins, the war showed no sign of ending.

Even as pilgrims and troops arrived from all directions to support the king, there was still no sign of the war ending.

Even when Regent Guilliman drew forces from all over the galaxy and concentrated them here, there was still no sign of the war ending.

Although the greenskins were known for being difficult to deal with and their large numbers... but at this point, even an uneducated soldier like Wes knew that the number of greenskins was seriously wrong.

But as for the deeper reasons, Weiss was no longer clear.

In this war, they killed countless greenskins, and were killed by countless greenskins.

They kept winning and losing, repeating the same process over and over again: conquering a planet only to be beaten back, the orbital bombing failing, and then starting over again.

Weiss couldn't count the number of dead greenskins himself, but he believed that if those corpses were still there, they would surely fill the entire Cadia galaxy.

But he could see the number of human casualties - it was too many. Every day, hundreds of millions, or even more huge numbers that Weiss did not understand, died in battles inside and outside the Cadia sector.

But even so, because the Emperor is here, countless Imperial worlds still try their best to go here to seek the glory of fighting for the Emperor.

Weiss had never seen the Emperor. He had only seen these war gods who appeared on the battlefield from time to time and possessed powers comparable to those of gods.

These war gods are very powerful. They seem to be not just Astartes, some of them were even once civilians.

When they are lucky enough to be discovered and awaken this power, they will become very powerful people.

Weiss envied them very much, and also felt an immense desire for the so-called magnetic field power.

However, whether it is the God of War or the Emperor, they are actually very far away from Weiss.

But he had seen the Emperor's light from afar, and had also felt its cold warmth.

But undoubtedly, such a great man is more worthy of mankind sacrificing everything for his ideals than any high lord or any nobleman.

Maybe he is also a generous person.

Just look at those Kriegs, these warriors who are like the living dead...

After they rushed to the battlefield to fight for the Emperor and tried their best to recapture a planet, the Emperor said that he forgave all their mistakes.

He said that he would grant Krieg a great honor. They were the pride of the Empire and the best of mankind. Their sacrifice would be worthy of being remembered forever by mankind, just like Cadia.

Weiss didn't know Krieg's story, but he remembered that the Krieg who fought alongside him that time shouted "Emperor" like crazy after hearing the news, and then rushed towards the endless green tide.

An emperor who is willing to forgive the sins of others must be merciful.

So when an emperor like this says something that contradicts what everyone thinks is wrong, who is right?

For example, when working with aliens, Weiss was taught since childhood about the nobility of humans and the lowliness and meanness of aliens.

Aliens who are not recognized by humans deserve to die. This is something that every child in the empire remembers.

But the Emperor made the Imperials tolerate those aliens and even cooperate with them to continue the war with these greenskins.

Which one is right for whom: handed down tradition or the Emperor's holy word?

Weiss had heard the Commissar and his superiors arguing about the matter. He didn't understand the mess, but he was more willing to believe what the Emperor said.

Because he could see the Emperor on the battlefield, even from a distance, he could feel his light and feel him galloping on a battlefield that was countless times more dangerous than his own.

Compared to the priests who locked themselves in the tower and the nobles who lived in luxury in the upper nest, Weiss would rather trust someone who fought with them.

The coldness brought by the destruction of the atmosphere was getting closer and closer, and a strong sense of sleepiness attacked Weiss's heart. He finally couldn't help it.

"Praise the Emperor..."

Weiss muttered, then fell into a deep sleep.

The number of greenskins is abnormally large, and the emperor knows exactly who is behind this.

Those four losers in the Warp are using the greenskins to slow down their pace. To this end, they even go so far as to penetrate the time-transcending properties of the Warp... and send those greenskins who have been lost in the Warp into the hands of the Bonebreaker.

It is obvious that both Bone Crusher and Gomao are very happy to accept this behavior which can increase the intensity of the war.

The emperor was mentally prepared for the fact that those four bastards would cause trouble for him. It would be better to say that the emperor would only feel worried if they really did nothing.

But having said that, he could still clearly feel that the Four Chaos Gods were delaying something.

What kind of conspiracy are they brewing to plot against me? Is it Perturabo? Or something else?

Even the omnipotent emperor has things he doesn't know.

But no matter what, from the beginning of the war to now, the Emperor has gradually taken control of the situation.

The Four Gods are delaying time, and isn't the Emperor delaying as well?

During this time, their Eldar allies have sorted out their problems and can devote themselves to this war...

The military forces that Guilliman has deployed with his talents are enough to ensure that the situation here can be maintained when the Lion and the Emperor leave the Cadia system, and with Jaghatai or others...

The presence of the Primarch was enough to ensure safety. Vulkan also took the extra greenskins to fight the Tyranid swarm, and most importantly -

Those Black Stone Fortresses have all been sent to the Gate of Cartier by the Silent King.

The Blackstone arrays in various corners of the galaxy that have not yet been destroyed by Abaddon are already in a pre-launch state. Together with some of the Blackstone devices left by the Undead themselves, they are ready to sew up the Eye of Terror at any time.

And the emperor also knew that he could not and should not wait any longer.

It's time to put an end to this never-ending war in galactic purgatory!

That night, in the throne room of the massive Emperor's Vision, the Lord of Mankind was here.

As the emperor's resting place, it is extremely simple. There is no other door... and the only furniture is a round table and two high-backed chairs facing each other.

On the table is an octagonal slab of granite and white marble, next to a light-colored wooden box, and on this geometric space is placed…

Twenty chess pieces.

This is a game of Regicide, a game from the ancient times of Terra, and long, long ago, there was only one person who played chess with the Emperor.

The Emperor picked up a chess piece. They were all plain, spindle-shaped and a lifeless grey.

At one end of the table lay a thin layer of crystal pieces, each with the Sigillite's rune marked on the back.

The Emperor's hands stiffened slightly, because he knew that the only person who could play chess with him was gone forever.

But weakness was an emotion that would never stay on the emperor for a moment, and he quickly began to move the chessboard himself.

The Emperor's hands began to arrange the pieces in the center of the board... around a rectangular space the same size as the crystal card.

When everything was arranged properly, the color of the chess piece changed and became dark blue.

His fingers lowered the piece he had picked up, and the moment he touched it, ripples appeared on its surface and it turned into a small statue.

It is made in an abstract way, like a child's sculpture made by mistake, with a strange body and a human-like head.

His name is Perfection - he is perfect, but that perfection is distorted.

The Emperor sighed slightly as he attempted to move the Perfect One to safety - symbolized by a flawless diamond -

But soon, the Emperor's other hand turned over an "Ambition" card, and a tiny but ugly flaw appeared deep within the gem.

"Will there still be no change?" he murmured.

He picked up another chess piece, and finally his distortion formed another combination.

The Emperor turned over his crystal piece, which was the "GrandVisions" card.

"Iron General." He placed the chess piece on the board and said his name. The Emperor was a little confused... because what the chess piece represented should not be on the chessboard.

He should belong to himself, not be part of the chessboard, but if the change has already happened... then this chess piece may have been "castled".

He picked up another chess piece and flipped open another crystal piece. This time, a Double-edged Blade appeared.

He pushed the piece down, and the next card revealed was "Big Bang", which he pushed towards the Iron General.

The emperor was silent for a long time, then he slowly stood up. As he moved, the regicide chessboard in front of him turned into ashes and dissipated.

Yes, there is no need to think so much. His fate on the final road, good or bad, is always in his own hands.

Is the game set? No, it is only set if you believe in it.

Even if he could peek into the future, the Emperor didn't want to do that anymore - those who try to play with fate will eventually become the object of fate's play. Countless failures have revealed this simple truth to the Emperor.

Because he is one of those ridiculous losers.

The Emperor picked up his Emperor Sword. Fatigue and loss had completely disappeared from his face. The perfection of the Lord of Mankind reappeared.

The throne was pushed open, and Fugen knelt on one knee, surrounded by a group of imperial guards, and said in a low voice...

"Your Majesty, everything is ready."

"Let's begin then." The Emperor said softly.

“Starting my final journey.”

172. Embark on the Ultimate Journey

Standard Terran Calendar 001.M42

The Terra Palace had just concluded its thirty-one-month-long administrative work...

Guilliman, who had bought himself twelve hours of rest, put down the golden crown representing the power of regent, injected himself with the panacea, closed his eyes and felt the rare tranquility.

Everything is moving in the right direction, and everything is gradually becoming hopeful.

Although the days of being regent were extremely difficult, Guilliman still felt very happy to see that all mankind in the galaxy was gradually gaining hope due to his actions.

Of course, it would be better if you could get more rest time for yourself.