I am the magnetic field maniac

Of course the Emperor knew this place, this was the Webway he created, this was the beginning of his plan to copy the technology of the ancient saints and strive for a bright future for mankind.

However, this copycat Kung Fu was obviously not very good, and the webway he created was not as solid as the ones created by the ancient saints - you see, Magnus was able to chisel open his wall with a phone call blessed by Jiang Zhiqi.

From the perspective of the Lord of Humanity now, he was indeed too idealistic and too stupid at that time—

I am paranoid that humanity has a future with the Webway, but even if Magnus didn't call me now, what would happen next?

Such fragile knockoffs are no match for the genuine goods created by the Ancient Saints... What's more, his webchannel has to be connected to the Ancient Saints' complex webchannel system in order to circulate normally.

Perhaps failure was already inevitable, and the emperor at that time... was nothing more than a dictator rushing towards a doomed outcome.

The Lord of Mankind said nothing, he simply stood up from the throne he was sitting on.

He ignored the spreading cracks and the demons that were further attacking the Ten Thousand, and waited for something with an expressionless face.

"My Lord, we need your help!"

The golden-glowing Imperial Guards, La, and Derrick were all begging for the Emperor's help, but the Emperor said nothing... because he knew clearly that his Imperial Guards Captain Ten Thousand would not do so.

He watched them being devoured by demons until the vision of death faded, and then the Emperor said in a cold voice...

"Come out and stop wasting each other's time."

The Emperor brought down his blade, and a crescent of fire flew out, turning the Unliving in its path to dust. Embers flew in the windless air.

A silhouette emerged in the endless gray soil.

White armor, wolf fur, a warm and pure face, raising his power claws, as if greeting the Emperor again.

The Emperor was finally moved this time, because he knew that what he saw was not an illusion.

"Long time no see, father..."

Warmaster Horus said to the Emperor, chuckling.

181. Draconian, the Dark Lord

Horus was dead, of course.

He would have no doubts about the Emperor who personally carried out his execution - the soul of his favorite son had long been torn apart by the Four Gods...

All he did was to completely break up the fragments that were barely put together.

Sanguinius could be resurrected because his soul, though shattered, was never torn apart by so much divine power.

But it was impossible for Horus, his soul was so broken that even if he was cloned, it could not be completely "repaired" like Fulgrim.

But...miracles do exist.

In the warp, in the supreme heaven, in this realm where thoughts determine everything, miracles always exist!

Is it possible for Horus to be resurrected? The Emperor couldn't help but imagine the consequences, and when everything was presented to him, even the Emperor knew it was a trap.

He was still moved.

The fragment of human nature has never completely disappeared after ten thousand years of silence. He still has some of his past emotions and weaknesses, even if they are very weak.

But such emotions will never be greater than the emperor's already cold rationality.

"You are not Horus, you are not him." The Emperor said coldly.

"Perhaps you have a fragment of him, but - you are just a cloud that fluctuates in the chaos, the embodiment of the darkness and meanness of mankind!"

“Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha!!”

Hearing the Emperor's words, "Horus" laughed wildly as if he couldn't control himself, and along with his laughter, everything changed!

A silhouette emerged in the endless gray soil.

It was just a man, with long hair, dark skin, a tribal beard, jewelry made of polished bones, and a flint spear made of burnt wood in his hand.

He had inflicted terrible wounds on countless lives, and his own flesh had been etched with equally terrible scars—by blows of swords, piercings of spears, and...

There was a fresh blood spot on his chest, which was a great gift given to him by the emperor.

At the forefront of the tide of madness was just one man, a man who looked quite similar to the Emperor.

"The echo of the first murder..." The Emperor spoke in a low voice about the other party's identity.

"Disaster, enemy of mankind, predator...Draconian!"

"Yes, yes, say more!" Draconian laughed wildly.

The original devil, the greatest enemy of mankind, he has many identities, and now he will become the King of Darkness!

He has the qualifications, he merges the soul of Abaddon and the body of Horus, and Draconian himself is the echo of human sin.

He is the original demon born naturally in the subspace. He does not belong to any of the four gods, and his degree of danger, especially to humans, is far greater than any great demon under the command of the four gods!

Just as the heroes of the Eldar would appear helpless when facing the great daemons of Slaanesh, any human would also appear extremely weak when facing a Draconian.

Not even the Emperor could avoid it.

Because he is almost equivalent to the Emperor's "reflection"!

He had been built up from the first murder at the birth of mankind, but the killing that truly brought him into being came from the Emperor.

When the Emperor was still born on Terra, his uncle murdered his father, and in revenge, the Emperor killed his uncle - thus completing the birth of Draconian.

The moment he was born, he immediately traveled through tens of thousands of years of time, went back in the torrent of the Warp and killed the Emperor, Draconian, in the Imperial Palace Webway, where he almost killed the Emperor!

Of course, the war at that time did not produce any result in the end... but it was impossible for a simple Draconian to become the Dark Lord.

He is a demon, and even if he was born from human sin, he cannot become the ultimate god of mankind.

But Draconian, who possessed Abaddon's soul and Horus' body and "went public through a backdoor listing" in another way, had the qualifications to usurp the throne of the Emperor and become the Lord of Darkness!

This was a trap set by the Four Gods for the Emperor. If he hadn't discovered it, then the moment he gave up his body...

A newly risen Dark Lord will destroy all of humanity in the galaxy without the Emperor.

And even if it is discovered, what can happen?

They would be happy to witness the second gladiatorial ritual of the Dark Lord!

It slowly stepped out from the ranks of countless lifeless beings created by Draconian's strong psychic energy. Those inferior beings hurriedly dodged its human-like footsteps.

Whatever the monster's true form was, it was definitely not the muscular, Stone Age war chief it is today.

A clumsy imitation of the earliest humans, or rather, a satire of the Emperor.

That was the Emperor's first murder, and the basis of his creation.

The Emperor felt fear - not out of cowardice, but because of the inevitable restraint that came with his nature.

But the Lord of Mankind spoke no word, for he had long since cast aside fear along with the rest of his humanity.

The king and the demon rushed towards each other, their flying figures passing through the virtual and real. Everything around them was just a smattering of afterimages.

The flash of swords and the shadow of sabers. The redemption of a race versus the curse of a race. A cold sun that saves humanity versus the deepest curse that tortures humanity!

The Emperor unleashed his strongest power!

The ultimate attack that exceeded 500 trillion energies! However, what Draconian launched was the same attack!

Ultimate power fights ultimate power!

In an instant, this Terra with disordered time and space was blasted into pieces!

And with the outbreak of the Warp torrent, their battle immediately entered the High Heaven!

Countless people are facing the cold sun.

a boy who would eventually become a ruler;

A dying old man, hidden under his robe, moving his cracked lips;

A knight in the prime of life, with his long black hair bound up with a laurel wreath;

A brutal and strong warlord, laughing wildly, with blood soaked between his teeth.

Countless figures appeared before my eyes. As incarnations, they once walked the mortal world;

As true men, they were never born. They were all what the Emperor once was, but he forsaken them.

And now, he is the emperor!

Time and space are being torn apart, and all things belonging to mankind are in constant chaos!

From the moment the Emperor was born until now!

The human history spanning the 40 era began to perish, perishing in the clash of the essences of two powerful beings!

Draconian did more than transform himself into the Emperor...

He even transformed himself into many more people who had committed murders in human history!

He transformed himself into an emperor who conquered the Mediterranean, the first emperor who unified the Central Plains, the Khan who fought to the end, the officer who conquered the European continent, and the head of the Third Reich.

They fought with the Emperor and battled with the Emperor, and in the collision that shook the universe, they were cut down one by one by the Emperor's sword.

Each of them is a vital link in human history, and many of them are even fake identities of the Emperor. As their incarnations are wiped out by the Emperor, the history of the world is constantly being tampered with!

The Emperor was involved in so much human history. When those identities he once pretended to be were killed, and when the past was erased by his own power, the backlash and attack of time came so abruptly and tragically!

The timeline began to become drastically disrupted, and the changes even affected the physical universe!

Outside the Eye of Terror, the Silent King, who was waiting for the final step, raised his head... and in front of him, the astrologer Orkan, who once submitted to him but now regarded him as an enemy, suddenly appeared.

"The timeline is being drastically revised!" Orkan said in a low voice.

"Human history is being modified from the very beginning. If this continues, they will be doomed even without their emperor becoming a god!"

Time travel is an extremely dangerous thing. Even Orkan, who likes to do this kind of thing, will never abuse time travel.

He once abused time travel, causing a large number of immortals from the past and future to simultaneously flow into his present time node, and the backlash caused by time was even more so. The greater the cause and effect, the more serious the backlash!

Just like even if Orkan went back to the day before the birth of the Necrons, he couldn't change the future no matter what he did...

In fact, his actions will only bring extremely serious and incredible backlash and attacks to the entire race!

And now the entire history of mankind is undergoing great changes... and there is no doubt that the only human who can change everything is the Emperor himself!

In Orkan's opinion, no matter what the Emperor was fighting and for what purpose he had to win, the result he had created now would be extremely stupid!

The massive destruction and modification of history, even if the Emperor wins, the existence of the entire human race on the timeline will be greatly affected... or even completely erased from the current world line!

"That has little to do with us." The Silent King did not speak, but the Three Holy Guards beside him spoke on his behalf...

"The results that belong to our race have been achieved, and now we have to mend the great rift - as for the Emperor of mankind, he probably knows what he wants to do."

"Activate the Tomb Killer. It's time for us to fix this mistake and put an end to these problems once and for all..."

Following the order of the Silent King, the twelve Black Stone Fortresses stationed near the Eye of Terror slowly turned.

But this time, they are no longer synonymous with destruction, but are turning with the purpose of saving and redeeming mistakes.

Twelve ancient machines began to operate, and then... powerful array rays instantly shot towards the deep purple Eye of Fear!

The actions of the Undead immediately attracted the attention of everyone near the Eye of Terror... but neither humans nor the Eldar would stop them.

"The final journey of destiny has begun."

Eldrad tightly grasped the crystal of truth that had lost its function and could no longer see into the future, and whispered excitedly...

The Tomb Killers slowly rotated their sequence, and all the Black Stone Arrays in the entire galaxy were awakened under the command of the Silent King...

And then, the anti-psychic energy emitted by the array instantly gathered in the twelve Black Stone Fortresses!

More power! More power! More power!

The dark green array rays rushed straight towards the dark purple blur, and the nightmare color that reflected countless terrifying things in the non-material world kept shrinking in the face of the ultimate anti-psychic power!

The Silent King held the scepter tightly, and Orkan also disappeared into the time stream...

All the undead have entered the upper and lower timelines to fight against the unliving ones who are trying to stop them!

This is a great war that no mortal race can witness... They must stop all enemies from before and after time that may interfere with this moment!

Just like when they once stitched up the rift and went to fight with the servants of the ancient saints!

The Storm King led his forces back ten thousand years to the moment when the Eye of Terror had just erupted... to fight against the countless hordes of Slaanesh demons that attempted to destroy Cadia at that time.

Billions of Gaussian dissociation rays and terrifying weapons were unlocked to fight against the endless demon army. Even the Storm King chose to wave his scepter and fight from the throne!

The Infinite Trazyn took his collection back to two years ago, on the land of Cadia...