The Lion's Meeting with the Emperor

"Abaddon, where are you?"

Qin Yun muttered to himself as he reviewed the Chaos intelligence gathered over the past period, checking the movements of those traitors.

After the fall of Cadia, Abaddon disappeared without a trace.

Currently, the active forces on various battlefields are small-scale Chaos Warband.

No one has witnessed the appearance of the Despoiler.

"Oh right, Vigilant Star."

Qin Yun thought of a place where Abaddon might appear.

After the fall of Cadia, the Great Rift tore the entire Milky Way Rend, dividing the Imperium into the Imperium Nihilus and the Imperium Sanctus.

Currently, the only safe passage between the two sides is the Nachmund Gauntlet.

This long corridor is located near the collapsed Cadian Gate.

After the appearance of the Great Rift, it became the focus of attention for various forces.

Before the cataclysmic fall of Cadia...

Nakmonde was once a Warp turbulent region.

Imperium trade fleets avoided it like the plague.

This dangerous area, however, miraculously became a relatively stable shipping route after the appearance of the Great Rift and the alteration of Warp currents.

Of course, the formation of this stable waterway was not a gift of fate.

This is mainly because on either side of the Nachmund Gauntlet are two planets made of Blackstone, the Vigilant Star and the Red Ground Star.

If the Vigilant Star falls or its Blackstone magnetic field is reversed, this stable Warp route will collapse.

Recently, a steady stream of Chaos forces has been gathering on Vigilant Star, clearly intending to seize the place and sever communication between the Imperium Nihilus and the Holy Territory.

"We need to find a way to lure Abaddon out."

Qin Yun touched his chin.

Abaddon is no weakling or idiot.

As the First Company of the Luna Wolves,

The head of the Mournival under Horus,

Its strategic capabilities and military strength are among the top tier below the Primarch.

As for the Primarch, Abaddon is not qualified to challenge him.

Siege of Terra, Abaddon was ambitious and believed he had discovered the weaknesses in Dorn's defensive system.

He went to Peturabo to ask for permission to fight, speaking arrogantly and saying he would lead a group of veterans in a surprise attack to shock Dorn.

Perturabo told him to do it himself.

Then I watched as this guy buried the veterans of the Sons of Horus underground.

It should be noted that the veterans who followed Abaddon in the surprise attack were all battle-hardened, elite troops of the Sons of Horus.

But the fate of these veterans was tragic; the troop transport vehicles they were riding in were sealed in cement hundreds of meters underground.

There was nothing they could do but wait to die.

For them, this was undoubtedly the most desperate way to die.

No honor, no bloodshed, no fighting.

Just watching myself slowly walk towards death.

Most importantly, it's extremely crowded.

It was because of their deaths that the Sons of Horus, after the Horus Heresy, fell apart and collapsed completely.

After this battle, Abaddon was almost devastated, and he never questioned Perturabo again.

Qin Yun activated the tactical holographic projection to check the status of the Vigilant Star.

The Vigilant Star is located on the Imperium Nihilus and is another important fulcrum of the Nachmund Gauntlet.

At present, a considerable number of troops have been stationed to prevent sudden attacks by Chaos forces.

"You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub; you can't save Sanguinius without risking the Vigilant Star."

The Vigilant Star is definitely very attractive to Abaddon.

But now two Primarch have been resurrected and returned.

Even if Abaddon were incredibly arrogant, he would never dare to spar with the two Primarch.

The Primarch era has ended!!

Such arrogant words could be shouted before the Primarch awakens.

If he didn't get beaten to a pulp when he actually faced the Primarch, then he was holding on tight.

"If the temptation isn't strong enough, this guy will probably hide in the shadows and direct the battle."

Qin Yun planned to give Abaddon a taste of success, using the Nachmund Gauntlet as bait to lure this the Despoiler.

Once the enemy has entered the battlefield with the Vengeful Spirit, we will feign an attack while secretly attempting to rescue Sanguinius' soul.

Of course, this approach could very likely lead to the fall of the Nachmund Gauntlet.

However, the Imperium is currently repairing the Webway and building Star Gate throughout the country.

As long as there is a Webway connecting the Imperium Sanctus and the Imperium Nihilus, we can break free from our dependence on the Nachmund Gauntlet.

Even if the Nachmund Gauntlet falls, the Holy Territory and the Dark Side of the Imperium will not completely lose contact.

On the contrary, demand will increase resource investment in Webway repair work and accelerate technological iteration.

During this time, Little Fulgrim stayed in the Webway, leading the Magos and the Farseer of the Craftworld race in construction.

The Chaos Gods also noticed this.

They sent their demons to harass and try to prevent the Imperium of Man from repairing the Webway.

They also wanted Qin Yun to use the Dark Throne to protect the Webway world.

But having learned from the Emperor's example, Qin Yun completely ignored the Chaos Gods and instead ordered the repair team to adopt guerrilla tactics.

When the Daemon Tide arrived, Little Fulgrim led the Imperium forces in retreat.

The Aeldari should seal off the relevant Webway and replace them with a different Webway.

Once the Daemon Tide subsides, let the players hunt down the scattered demons wandering the Webway, and then continue sending technicians to repair it.

The main tactic is to retreat when the enemy advances and advance when the enemy retreats.

Anyway, a decisive battle is impossible; there will never be a decisive battle in this lifetime.

They can just play guerrilla warfare and fix the Webway.

After all, there are so many interconnected Webway Imperium Sanctus and the Dark Side; if one doesn't work, there's always the next one.

The gods were so angry they gritted their teeth and cursed the Outsider for their shamelessness.

"We need to inquire about the progress over this period and see if it can replace the Nachmund Gauntlet. As soon as conditions permit, we should start fishing for the Despoiler immediately."

"If progress is slow, I will take the little players back to help with the repairs."

Qin Yun summoned Xi Ling.

Let her establish communication with Little Fulgrim.

Inquire about the progress of the Webway repair.

Beams of light, like static electricity, floated and danced in the air, outlining a clear holographic projection.

Little Fulgrim appeared in the projection.

"Living Saint." Little Fulgrim bowed respectfully to Qin Yun.

"How's the situation on the Webway?" Qin Yun asked.

The secret dungeon of the Rock was pitch black.

This place was once imprisoned Luther, the chief traitor of the Dark Angels.

Therefore, this place possesses numerous measures capable of suppressing Warp forces and sealing off space.

The Dark Angels' Tech-Marine used dimensional technology to enhance this place.

This ensures that even Warp Daemon cannot break through to this place.

Azrael and a group of elite Dark Angels waited outside the dungeon.

Meanwhile, their father, the master of the Dark Angels, was in prison meeting the newly captured Night Haunter — Konrad Curze.

"I never expected that you would look so old when we meet again. This is not in line with the image of Invincibility Lion."

Konrad Curze looked at his brother in front of him with a mocking tone.

"Aging makes me feel more like a human being." Lion El'Jonson said calmly, not provoked by the other person.

"But you are not. No matter how similar you are, you are not human. You are a monster. A monster created using genetic technology and Warp power."

Konrad Curze grinned, revealing his white teeth.

"Whether it's true or not has never been up to you to decide, Konrad Curze," Lion El'Jonson said.

"Hahaha, do you think our father gets to decide?" Konrad Curze tilted his head and looked at Lion El'Jonson. "He's been silent for ten thousand years. Do you really expect him to jump out and pat you on the shoulder to praise you?"

"He will speak. Guilliman has already spoken with Him, and the Living Saint has arrived here. Soon, He will speak with me."

Lion El'Jonson's words silenced Konrad Curze.

After a long while, he finally spoke.

"I do not believe such a claim. He is dead, killed by Horus. The one sitting on the throne now is merely a corpse."

"I hope you can hold onto this idea," Lion El'Jonson said. "When the time comes, His will will descend upon this place."

"The gods thought they could defeat him with Horus's help, but they soon realized they had created an even more powerful enemy."

"You came here just to tell me this?" Konrad Curze stared intently at Lion El'Jonson. "To show off that you can talk to your father?"

Lion El'Jonson looked at Konrad Curze, who was bound by chains, and laughed.

"Sanguinius told me that you longed for your father's forgiveness."

"You are different from Fulgrim and Magnus. You once established an orderly and egalitarian society in Nostramo. During the Great Crusade, you were in a state of extreme contradiction."

"You hoped your father would successfully complete the Great Crusade, but your precognitive abilities also made you clearly aware that the Great Crusade was bound to fail, with brothers killing each other and human civilization Annihilation. The fall of the Night Lord became the last straw that broke your back, making you firmly choose the fate you foresaw."

"You once firmly believed that fate could not be changed, but the events in Davin World made you realize that fate can be shaped. Therefore, you long to return to Terra, kneel before your father and admit your mistakes, just to gain his forgiveness."

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Konrad Curze raised his voice. "Sanguinius is dead, torn to pieces by Horus. He can't possibly tell you anything."

Lion El'Jonson saw panic and unease in Konrad Curze's eyes.

He knew that his words had struck a nerve with his brother.

"You have received the talent your father bestowed upon you, the ability to transform into darkness, so you should have some understanding of the Warp."

"Death is not the end of the journey, but just a transit point."

"When the final battle begins, those who have passed away will return to fight the last battle for humanity, and Sanguinius will be no exception."

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Konrad Curze broke free, his strong body containing terrifying power.

The thick Daemon-binding Chains rattled loudly.

Ordinary confinement devices would certainly be unable to trap a Primarch.

But this prison had been modified specifically to imprison Konrad Curze.

After struggling for a while, Konrad Curze felt weak in his limbs, as if all his strength had been drained away.

"Your struggle is pointless," Lion El'Jonson said. "These Daemon-binding Chains will continue to drain your power; the angrier you are, the stronger they become."

Konrad Curze calmed down, his dark eyes fixed on the Lion. "What exactly do you want to do? Are you trying to teach me? Do you want to see me kneel on the ground, weeping and repenting?"

Lion El'Jonson shook his head. "No, I just want to see my brother."

"If you want to repent, or anything else, we'll talk about it when you get back to Terra."

"Repent? Don't even think about it, I did nothing wrong," Konrad Curze shouted.

"Go talk to Father." Lion El'Jonson stepped out of the dungeon. "Our meeting is over, Konrad Curze."

"Even if I'm thrown into hell, I will never admit my mistake to Him, never," Konrad Curze roared.

But as the Lion emerged from the dungeon, the heavy armored doors slammed shut, and his voice was cut off inside.

Just after leaving the dungeon, Lion El'Jonson ran into Qin Yun, who had just finished communicating with Little Fulgrim.

The progress on the Webway is quite good. Many Webway nodes have been repaired, and there are many small Webway that allow Imperium troops to travel between the two sides of the Imperium.

However, there is still no large enough Webway for a large fleet to pass through.

Qin Yun planned to lead the players to assist Little Fulgrim, to quickly open the Webway passage between the Imperium Nihilus and the Holy Territory, and to break free from dependence on the Nachmund Gauntlet.

Then, using the Vigilant Star as bait, they lured Abaddon, the great strategist, to retrieve the Soul Fragment of Sanguinius.

Before leaving, Qin Yun decided to fulfill his previous agreement with Lion El'Jonson.

Help him establish a communication channel with the Emperor, enhance the father-son relationship, and incidentally collect the rewards from the previous missions.

"Living Saint." Lion El'Jonson bowed to Qin Yun, his tone respectful.

In his Lion eyes, Qin Yun's position was equivalent to that of Malcador, his father's capable assistant, and it was only right to be respectful.

"Let's go to the sanctuary."

Qin Yun didn't waste any words.

They led Lion El'Jonson to the sanctuary where sculptures of Emperor were displayed.

The Emperor's faith has long been deeply ingrained in people's hearts. Even the Dark Angels, a Chapter that dislikes the Ecclesiarchy, will set up sanctuaries in their warships to mourn the Emperor and the Primarch.

"Praise the Emperor..."

As always, Qin Yun performed the Aquila Salute in front of the Emperor's statue to offer his prayers.

A portal of light appeared, and several chubby little angels flapped their wings and flew out carrying a box.

These little angels have undergone a dramatic transformation in appearance. They are no longer so ferocious, but have become cute and even somewhat adorable.

This further confirms Qin Yun's previous guess: the better the situation of the Imperium of Man, the more positive the image of these little angels becomes.

Conversely, they become more terrifying.

"Father." Lion El'Jonson also bowed, addressing the Emperor.

The next second, a terrifying will pierced through the Warp and descended upon the Rock.

Qin Yun's body emitted a strong radiance, like a sun.

Qin Yun's consciousness suddenly went black, and he switched to the perspective of the Black Sun.

Just as I was about to throw a Lance into the Khorne's Realm,

However, he discovered that this time he only had the vision, but no authority to use any power.

Qin Yun: "..."

Old Man Emperor, Old Man Emperor, you heartless bastard, you even guard against your own people?

Meanwhile, in the real world, the little angels who should have returned to the Sanctuary stopped and flew towards Qin Yun, surrounding him and singing hymns.

The will that descended upon the Rock was so powerful that it could be clearly sensed regardless of whether one possessed psychic abilities or not.

Ezekiel Librarians like Ezekiel were trembling with excitement.

As Psyker, they could sense the sacredness and warmth of this will.

Deep within the dungeon, the monsters sealed and imprisoned by the Dark Angels screamed in terror.

They feared this Master of Mankind, fearing that His wrath would utterly destroy them.

Konrad Curze also felt that powerful will, so familiar, that it made his bloodline tremble.

"Father." Konrad Curze's voice was broken, weak, and pitiful, like that of a child.

He was scared.

He tried his best to curl up his body.

Meanwhile, on the sanctuary side, Lion El'Jonson's expression became extremely excited as he looked at the Living Saint whose eyes were blazing with light.

The Lion knew that the body before it, comparable to the Primarch, was no longer dominated by the will of the Living Saint.

Rather, it was the will of his father, the Master of Mankind.

They are one, so they can share a body.

This made him feel a little jealous, as the relationship between the Living Saint and the Emperor was far closer than the father-son relationship between him and the Emperor.

"Father," Lion El'Jonson began, trying his best to remain calm.

"My firstborn son, my sword, my shield, my Dark Angels."

A million voices boomed in Lion El'Jonson's mind, like thunder.

P. S.: Another chapter. Thanks for your support, brothers.