I am the magnetic field maniac

Guilliman closed his eyes, trying to enjoy this rare moment of sleep as much as possible...but this rest was disturbed by a sudden feeling of palpitations.

Guilliman opened his eyes, his gaze became focused, and he looked at the golden crown in front of him, whispering in a low voice...

"Is it time?"

"It's time to end all this."

A gentle voice sounded in Guilliman's ears, and Evelyne, who had bypassed the palace guards, appeared there at some point.

She no longer had the iron fan that she always carried with her, and only had her own old woman's sword slung around her waist.

Evelyne's eyes were silent, like a calm lake. Guilliman looked at the prophet of death and said in a deep voice...

"Are we going to set off now?"

"Your father and your brother have already entered the Eye of Terror." Evelyne said softly.

"All destinies converge here and end here. No one can see the future, Guilliman. Not Eldrad, not your father, not anyone else in the galaxy."

"The future has become unclear and no one can see through it. This indicates that the changes in the Supreme Heaven will affect the future of the entire universe... It may be a successful result, or it may be a failed result."

"But no matter what, this unchanging hell will eventually change, and all living beings will have hope of escaping this purgatory. Big boy, you are lucky. You will be the one who sees the hope of all this happening most directly."

"It could also be the despair that ends everything," Guilliman whispered.

His father was about to embark on the path of sacrifice, and Guilliman didn't know what emotion was brewing in his heart, was it fear, uneasiness, or sadness?

Guilliman didn't know, because he no longer remembered what emotions he had felt when he attended the funeral of his father, King Konor. After he had seen off that father who was worthy of his respect... now, he was about to see off another father.

The Emperor would sacrifice himself, for the sake of humanity, and for the galaxy to escape this hellish state. Guilliman felt deeply saddened that he could not be part of it, that he could not make the same sacrifice for the greater good.

The living have to experience far more suffering than the dead.

"Evelene, I know why you came to me. I can assure you that until the Eldar break their oath, humans will not break our oath either."

Guilliman looked at the Death Prophet, the elf who was also ready to sacrifice himself for the future of his race and the galaxy, and said softly...

Even though his instinct to hate xenos still existed, Guilliman would still respect Evelyne's sacrifice. And in the long future, he also hoped that unnecessary wars and chaos would stay away from their respective races.

"Is that it? Big boy, I thought we were friends." Evelyne smiled.

Guilliman slowly stood up and walked in front of Evelyne, his tall figure covering the alien prophet. The Regent slowly stretched out his hand and said solemnly...

"If I never come back, I hope I die a worthy death, Evelyne."

“Ah, I hope I die a worthy death.” Evelyne smiled and took Guilliman’s hand, hugged him slightly, and then retreated into the shadows behind her…

Guilliman stood there, looking somewhat lost, yet also very relieved. Until a deep voice came from behind him...

"Guilliman, your appearance once made me believe that the rumors outside were true."

Guilliman slowly turned his head, and standing behind him was a figure wearing Custodes armor, tall and steady.

But there is no doubt that the person who appeared here and could speak to Guilliman in this way could not be just a royal guard.

"Don, if you're always so free, why don't you go and see Angron?"

Guilliman looked at his disguised brother and said unhappily...

Of course he wasn't happy, he seemed unhappy even when he knew that his brother Dorne was still alive - because that was bullshit.

Dorne did not die. He stayed in Terra all the time, but he chose to exist as an unknown guard of the palace under an assumed name.

The reason why Dorn did this was that he had to shoulder his duty as the high wall of the Empire. He followed the Emperor's will not to interfere with the High Lords, and he also followed the agreement with Guilliman and did not touch the Astartes Codex.

He only wanted to protect the palace and the emperor. Apart from that, this stubborn stone of the empire wanted to do nothing else.

This reason made Guilliman want to hit someone. He even felt that Dorn deserved a beating more than Leman Russ.

He even guessed that Dorn's actions were largely a way of getting angry at Guilliman and the Emperor, an extreme way of giving up.

But no one could shake the Stone's mind, not even Guilliman - Dorn had no intention of announcing his return until now, and even rejected Guilliman's idea of ​​​​convening the entire Imperial Fists legion.

"My mission is to protect the Astronomican and my father's throne." Dorn said calmly.

"My mission will end when the Astronomican is completely extinguished. My father said that mankind will usher in a new future after that, and only then will I leave here."

This stubborn damn stone head is really a headache!

Guilliman took a deep breath, but he couldn't deny Dorn's significance.

Someone has to guard Magnus and Lorgar who sit on the Golden Throne in place of the Emperor. Guilliman, who is unable to cope with so many tasks, cannot do that. The Empire needs the protection of a high wall.

If Dorn had not been here, perhaps the many attacks the Astronomican had suffered over the past ten thousand years would have been enough to cause the pillars of the empire to collapse.

And if Dorn had not kept his identity secret, how could those traitorous brothers have stayed in the Warp so obediently for ten thousand years?

And during these ten thousand years, Dorne, whose Overwatch Empire was gradually decaying, must have experienced more than him.

The pain and despair he felt were even greater than his own. And Guilliman was not qualified to blame this silent guard.

"The Lion is about to fight Perturabo, Dorn, don't you have anything to say?"

"He is no longer the Perturabo we knew." Dorn hesitated for a moment, his weathered face showing only fatigue and calmness...

"Guilliman, don't worry too much. We all have our own missions to accomplish. Just do the right thing and do your best."

"Father will decide the future of the galaxy, but Guilliman, we who remain, will decide the future of humanity."

……

"I want to go too, take me with you!!"

In the hazy star field, in the world of Sintira, Angron looked at his old friend, the blood shark, and said angrily like a spoiled child:

"You want to help the Lord of Humanity? What, have you finally understood your father's good intentions and are planning to be an obedient son?" Blood Shark said jokingly.

“Fuck you, I just want revenge!” Angron raised his middle finger and said viciously…

"I don't care what the old man does! I just want to seek revenge on Khorne, the bastard who enslaved and whipped me for ten thousand years. I'm going to fucking blow his shit away!"

"If I miss this opportunity, where can I find him to take revenge in the future?"

No matter what Angron said, Blood Shark just smiled jokingly, picked up a cup of tea, and then said leisurely...

"If you want to go, please find a car yourself. We are not responsible for transportation."

“%?#*%!!”

Angron vented his emotions very angrily, but he probably didn't even know what he was thinking.

There was no doubt that he still hated the Emperor, and that hatred was something that no matter how many times he had done it, there was no option to eliminate it.

But when the Emperor was about to sacrifice himself completely for humanity, Angron felt very unhappy.

The reason he was unhappy was probably because he could not take further revenge on the Emperor, or prove to him what he could have done, or because he lost the possibility of swinging his sword at the Emperor here.

There's no such disgusting reason. I'm just simply unhappy that I can't take revenge on the people who once enslaved me.

"Angron, brother, you are not really suited to the Way of Heavenly Martial Killing. You and I are both forced to give up the things we love most... but in the end, we can't really go crazy."

Blood Shark put down the teacup and smiled softly...

"But I am different from you, Angron. I can care less about my life, because it is something that is given to me in abundance... But can you really throw away your life at will?"

No, Angron said sullenly without answering.

If he were asked to swing his sword for revenge and pleasure, he would not hesitate to attack an opponent whom he was sure he could not defeat...but wasting his life in vain was never part of Angron's plan.

Spartacus, who was willing to swing his sword and sacrifice his life for his own freedom... could never and would never abandon those who followed him for other possibilities.

"Your world has become better now." Blood Shark looked down at the greatly changed Sintira and chuckled...

"You are praised by them. You are no longer a ghost on Nuceria. You can rule here for a long, long time, and the people here need your rule.

Such pleasures will eventually wear off, but until then, Angron, why don't you enjoy them?"

"Our lives may be infinite, but our happiness is limited. When you have enjoyed all the fun, what awaits you at the end may only be to become an ultimate strong man like my master.

That is the fate of immortal strong men like us, but before that tragic fate comes, why not experience more surprises in life? "

They are all practitioners of Tianwu Killing Dao, and they have all been influenced by the "Giant Shark". Because of their incomparable contempt for life, perhaps they are the amazing giants who love life even more.

The meaning of life is meaninglessness, and the brother of pragmatism is nihilism.

No one is qualified to judge whether other people's lives are meaningful or not. So just enjoy yourself.

Enjoy enough and experience the real feeling of life.

For them, the meaning of loving life is not to be worthy of anyone else, but to make themselves feel that their journey is worthwhile.

"Angron, just keep doing your job."

Blood Shark laughed loudly, holding the Kane Sword tightly, and walked towards the silver-white shuttle. Beside him, Bai Qianshuang had been waiting for a long time...

"You're so long-winded." Bai Qianshuang turned around and got on the boat in displeasure.

They might all be going to die, but no one would care.

Because the end of the road may be a scenery that they will never be able to see again in their lifetime. If they can see it, what does it matter whether their life disappears or not?

The silver-white shuttle merged into the pitch-black void and fled to the end of the road.

173. Battle of Midgard

"Request support! Request fire support--"

"The port barrage is too thin! We can't continue to withstand beyond-visual-range attacks!!"

"The Star Destroyer's main gun is fully charged - damn, we're in a dead energy zone!"

"The 3rd Company of the 1st Legion has lost communications - the boarding tactic has failed!"

On the Indomitable Truth, Leon received countless messages with an expressionless face, and there was no doubt that none of these messages were good.

In front of him, in the depths of the Eye of Terror, in this world filled with countless dizzying and strange colors, it was filled with the wreckage of ships.

It is impossible to count how many precious Imperial Navy troops have been thrown into this meat-grinder battlefield, which is littered with hulks of space and the corpses of Astartes and Astra Militarum are everywhere.

Lion was very angry, but his face remained expressionless. However, he could feel that in the center of the countless steel and strange war machines, his brother Perturabo must be sitting on the throne, laughing at him coldly!

He had followed the Emperor into the Eye of Terror, and the Emperor then parted ways with the Lion, driving the Emperor's Dream alone with his Guards along the Webway towards the deepest part of the Eye of Terror.

And Bonebreaker did not hesitate to take his flagship and pursue the Emperor... For the Orc Great Prophet, that was the Waaaagh he desired most.

The remaining expedition fleets all fell into the hands of the Lion, and the Warmaster Lion, who commanded an army no less powerful than the one Horus once commanded...immediately headed towards the demon world of Midgard in the Eye of Terror.

They have only one enemy, Perturabo, the Lord of Steel who controls the demon world of Midgard.

The purpose of this expedition was so clear that it seemed too small to these soldiers who longed for loyalty and rewards.

Their enemy is only a demon world controlled by a rebellious primarch...but they have the great First Primarch Lion, a large number of Astartes Legions, countless Astra Militarum troops and warships!

How could they possibly lose? How could it be possible?!

Even with their combined numbers, I believe they can easily take down Midgard!

And soon, the arrogant man paid the price for his stupidity.

The huge fleet suffered the first wave of pollution before it even had time to reach the galaxy where Midgard was located.

A large number of carrier-based machine souls were severely damaged. The cores of these warships, which had been blessed and prayed for by the Mechanicus monks, were invaded by an unknown force... Then a large number of warship machine souls rebelled and began to massacre and attack their own comrades.

However, it was not the Chaos Code that launched the attack. After a battleship defeated by Leon was analyzed by the Mechanicus Sage, the target of the invasion was determined.

It is hatred of intelligence.

Strictly prohibited by the Crimson Protocol, the abominable intelligence that once brought down humanity's dominance is the first high wall standing in front of them.

The ubiquitous data invasion is their first wave of attack, and facing the real hateful intelligence...

The methods that the human empire has set up to prevent AI are ridiculously fragile.

The logical plague spread by these abominable intelligences is not just aimed at data. Even though a large number of Imperial warships are highly dependent on manpower, some data interaction is still a step that the warships must complete.

The invasion of hateful intelligence often begins with those mechanical servants or mechanical monks who have been transformed too deeply...

The data virus that spread everywhere devoured the slaves who were deprived of the ability to think, and easily cleansed their personalities with large amounts of data.

Then, the servitors whose minds were cleansed by data would use all the information at hand to create an entrance to log into the carrier-based soul...

These hateful intelligences often only require very little material to create a data interface for forced login.

The terrifying thing about the Logic Plague is not only the corrosion to the Machine Soul, but also that after controlling the Machine Soul... it can even produce a state of "activation" for the organism.

There was a battleship controlled by an Astartes Chapter... After the Machine Soul was corrupted, all the Space Marines on the battleship "rebelled".