Undercurrents Stirring

"Old Han, everything's ready."

"Aunt Jia," Sevatar greeted her politely.

Jia glanced at Sevatar with surprise, then understood what he meant.

But the boy is going to be disappointed; his Uncle is a Dorn.

"Jia, you've come at the right time. I have a question to ask you."

What's the problem?

"Do you think there's a drug that can knock out Curze?"

Jia quickly understood what Han Mingxuan meant.

"I understand what you mean, but with the current level of human technology, it's simply impossible to defeat the Primarch."

"Even if there are so-called tools from humanity's dark ages here, it would still be extremely difficult to paralyze Primarch."

"After all, the Primarch's physical condition isn't just a matter of simple biotechnology; it also involves Warp power."

"The only way to take them down is for something in the Warp to have tampered with their equipment; there's no other possibility."

I knew it!

Even if GW were to retcon the source material, it couldn't be this outrageous—a Planet possessing an anesthetic capable of paralyzing Primarch.

The key point is that the syringe could even break through the Primarch's defenses.

Are you kidding me?

"Sevatar, give this to Xiao Mo and have him pass it on to Angron."

As Han Mingxuan spoke, he handed a Jade Tablet to Sevatar.

"This is?"

"This can protect Angron's mind and give his soul a moment of peace; it can be considered an anchor point."

"Also, destroy the existing Butcher's Nails. We absolutely cannot allow that thing to be nailed to Angron's head."

"Okay, I'll get on it right now."

"Kamon."

"Exist."

"Take your men and clear out the nobles here. Also, remember to Kairas; he's one of ours."

"Also, what's the status of the Butcher's Nails manufacturing plant?"

"The actual production site of the Butcher's Nails has been located, and we can control the large-scale production lines, but we can't do anything about the scattered, unregistered ones."

Being able to control the source production line is a good thing.

There's no need to consider the others; let's leave them for Angron later.

"That's enough. Go and get on with it."

"This is the scheduling authority for the Mindshackle Scarab. Use it when necessary."

"Yes, Ms. Jia."

"That was fast enough. Looks like I should get moving too."

Han Mingxuan arrived at the spaceship, where there was a prepared Workshop.

What are you planning to do?

"Didn't I say we'd make a big drum?"

Since Khorne declared they would settle things in the arena, how could they not cheer each other on?

I don't have the superhuman strength of the Primarch, but making a big drum and beating it to cheer them on is no problem.

After preparing his things, Han Mingxuan began planing the wood.

You can also do woodworking?

"Yes, I can do a little bit of everything."

That book in his head is so amazing; it makes him know a little bit about everything.

"Nuceria will achieve victory with each beat of the drum."

In a secluded corner of the gladiators' rest area, Sevatar contacted Mortarion.

"This is something my Uncle asked me to give to Angron. Make sure you deliver it."

"Has something happened outside?"

"Yes, those nobles want to implant the Butcher's Nails in Angron, so that father and son will kill each other."

Those bastards!

"I also have another guess."

What guess?

"This is the lair of Warp Daemon."

Mortarion looked at Sevatar, hesitating whether to trust him.

If this were in my own Legion, I would have severely reprimanded him long ago.

But this Sevatar was a close confidant of Curze, the Juror personally trained by his Uncle.

Moreover, his Numerology doesn't work very well in this area.

Yes, the tried-and-true Numerology fails here.

Aside from the time his Uncle returned to Terra, this was the first time something like this had happened.

In general, the results of Numerology will always include an extra string of numbers.

798.

At first, he tried to deduce the extra seven based on his actions during this period.

With Angron added, there's an extra eight.

Adding in everyone in my line of work, there will be another nine.

Even after eliminating all distractions related to their group, these three numbers would still appear.

This is the first time such an occurrence has been seen in Numerology.

Especially after he incorporated methods from the I Ching, the resulting hexagrams became very clear.

No hexagram.

No, it is not the fault of a wicked person, nor the advantage of a virtuous and upright person; the great departs and the small arrives.

When heaven and earth do not interact, yin and yang are separated, careers stagnate, interpersonal relationships break down, family fortunes decline, and things become blocked and stagnant, leading to prolonged misfortune.

So he hesitated, wondering whether he should believe it just this once.

"Okay, I received the message. I'll keep an eye on the rest."

Sevatar nodded and prepared to leave, but then gave a final reminder...

"My lord, it is right to believe in the Imperial Truth, but the Imperial Truth is not materialistic."

"What's the meaning?"

"Imperial Truth champions scientific rationality, but from a materialist perspective, extreme rationality is just as foolish as extreme superstition."

"We must acknowledge the existence of science and religion, analyze their causes, and view them dialectically."

"Confront them, then utilize or eliminate them."

"If you were to say that, you would be executed."

The lessons my Uncle taught me are never wrong.

Being overly rational is just as dangerous as being overly superstitious.

"I'm not even twenty-three yet. It's inevitable for young people to make mistakes, that's what my Uncle said."

"You admire him a lot?"

"My lord, the Nostramo you see now is not the Nostramo of the past."

"You have no idea how incredible Uncle's appearance and existence are to us Nostramo people who live in Evernight night."

"Put yourself in my shoes, sir. If the New Nostramo were Barbarus, how would you view your Uncle?"

He will become a god.

"But my Uncle is not a god. He never wanted to be a god, nor did he engage in any personality cult."

No wonder he could chat with the Emperor.

"Hehehe, I can understand Uncle's actions, but I can't comprehend the power of Emperor. That's the difference between them."

That's all I have to say, sir. I hope everything goes well for you.

In fact, even Sevatar felt exhausted for Han Mingxuan.

If he had such a stubborn junior, he would hang him up and give him a good beating without saying a word.

My Uncle is too kind.

We should treat Luo Lorgar the way our the Boss treated her back then.

Give him a hard time.

It's a pity my Uncle is so strict; otherwise, according to the Nine Laws of the Night Bats, this wretched Planet would have been subjected to two Exterminatus first.

As Mortarion watched Sevatar leave, he could sense that Curze's brother was not friendly towards him.

This is because of my Uncle.

But that's not important. Right now, there's a lot of undercurrent in Nuceria, and he needs to take action too.

"Angron, I have something for you."

"Angron?"

Angron himself did not respond.

Broken.