Tools

Nostramo, the Food Street of the Saviour Building.

"I heard from Old Han that he's going to act alone this time, with only a small group of people. I'm still a little worried."

"Trazyn's concerns are valid. I cannot foresee the outcome of this event among the stars. For Old Han's sake, and for the sake of our people, we must take action."

"How exactly do I do it?"

"Oh, everyone's here."

The three Necrontyr were discussing who should accompany Han Mingxuan when Han Mingxuan himself walked in.

"Old Han, we think it's too risky for you to take such a small group to Nuceria this time, so..."

"Don't be nervous, Lao Xin, that's why I'm here to ask for help."

Han Mingxuan had a premonition that on that Blood God's stage, it might not be Blood God's family that would take the stage.

It's highly likely that the other guys will also cause trouble, so we must be fully prepared.

"Jia, I need to go to Nuceria next, and I hope you can help me."

Me?

"Yes, you are an expert in biotechnology; there are some things only you can do."

"No problem."

The three of them had been discussing this matter, and now that Han Mingxuan was asking for the people directly, that was the best thing to do.

Allies can continue to cooperate as long as the other party has needs, and they are more than happy that Han Mingxuan has needs.

When do we set off?

"We'll leave once you're all packed."

"There's nothing to pack up. My knowledge and my martial arts skills are all in this body right now."

It can only be said that those Necrontyr are still too arrogant.

High-ranking nobles like them, Necrontyr, maxed out their technological skills and poured all their resources into their Flesh.

"Then there's no need to hesitate any longer, let's set off immediately."

"Is Xiao Mo, the one you brought, alright?"

"No problem, let's go."

The group arrived at the spaceship's parking area, and then Jia saw someone she hadn't expected.

"Futia?"

"Hello, Ms. Jia."

At this moment, Futia had lost some of the sharpness of a soldier and gained more of the composure and gentleness of a Judge.

Are you sure you want to bring her along?

"Yes, after all, when she first arrived in Nostramo, she brought with her a complete Civil Servant system."

"While Nostramo may not need these, Nuceria will definitely need them."

"I've already made arrangements here. As soon as we give the signal, Futia's team will set off."

"You value that Planet highly?"

"Yes, it's a real shame there. Let's go."

Inside the spaceship, Mortarion and Sevatar were already waiting.

"Uncle, according to our Investigation, Nuceria is a Planet ruled by high-ranking Knights who are passionate about gladiatorial combat."

"Blood and slaughter—that's not a good sign. Some things in the Warp are extremely sensitive to this kind of thing."

"Things from the Warp?"

Didn't the Emperor tell you?

Mortarion was stunned by what he heard.

"It seems he really didn't tell you."

Han Mingxuan really couldn't understand what the Huangpizi was up to. If the Huangpizi hadn't told the other original Primarch about such an important matter sooner or later, it would have turned into a major disaster.

"Looks like it's time for another round of popular science education on Warp."

Han Mingxuan sat to the side watching Mortarion, then took out a piece of paper and a pen.

Immediately afterwards, he wrote four words on the paper.

"Plague, slaughter, Desire, cunning—in the boundless realm of the Warp, there exist four such beings; these four words are their very names."

"Uncle, you're not going to talk about Chaos Gods, are you?"

"You're right. Warp really exists, Psychic Power really exists, and Chaos Gods really exist."

Mortarion frowned upon hearing this; he hadn't expected his Uncle to be even more unreasonable than the Emperor.

"Uncle, I know that Warp and Psychic Power exist. Admittedly, I despise them, but I acknowledge their existence. As for Chaos Gods, that's more like nonsense."

"But this is precisely the truth the Emperor has hidden, and also your origin."

"Beep beep!"

"What's wrong?"

"This is some kind of Warp influence, a mechanical virus."

Jia stared at the garbled text flashing on the screen, trying to decipher it.

"No need for that, Sevatar. Just take out your Evernight Code and put it in the cockpit."

"Good."

Sevatar obeyed and placed the Evernight Code inside.

Then he witnessed an unbelievable scene.

The code of Code, without wind, turned to the Mechanised Production Management Regulations Act.

Not long after, in Sevatar's view, a blue light tinged with gold slowly emerged from the title page of the Code.

Immediately afterwards, all system errors disappeared.

"Xiao Mo, let's continue with your origins."

Our origins?

The conversation had been interrupted, but Mortarion's curiosity and shock lingered in his heart.

Han Mingxuan then continued the conversation.

"Long, long ago, there was a group of ancient human wizards who foresaw a catastrophe that would befall humanity in the distant future."

"So, in order to save the future and humanity, they united all the human priests, offering up their souls and Psychic Power, and ultimately created a tool."

"Who?"

"The Emperor himself."

At this moment, everyone was utterly shocked by Han Mingxuan's words.

Especially Endymion and the Sisters of Silence.

Now they desperately wished that everything Han Mingxuan said was a lie, but the authority of the Father of Night forced them to admit it and believe it.

This is the origin of the Emperor, a secret that can never be revealed.

This was the first time they had ever heard of these things either.

"That's impossible!"

Even though Mortarion hated the Emperor, he was so shocked by the truth Han Mingxuan told him that he could barely speak.

"But that's the truth, Xiao Mo. The Emperor's birth wasn't solely due to the union of his father's sperm and mother's blood. He was human, yet he wasn't human."

"What's the meaning?"

"The Emperor's eternal pursuit is to become an Old Farmer, but his birth destined him to never achieve his dream, at least not now."

As he spoke, Han Mingxuan picked up a pen.

"Do you know who represents the Emperor between me and this pen?"

Mortarion glanced at Han Mingxuan. He wanted to say that Han Mingxuan represented the Emperor, but his eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the pen, and his inner voice kept shouting.

"It's this pen."

"Yes, it's this pen. So do you understand the Emperor's predicament now?"

Mortarion's worldview was shattered. His heart was pounding, his brain was racing, and he was forcing himself to accept this reality.

He is a tool.