Rushing to the Rescue

This time, Perturabo's laughter came from the bottom of his heart.

He laughed at his Uncle for not understanding his abilities, and he also laughed at himself, laughing at how he could finally do what he wanted to do.

However, he wasn't sure if he could actually do it, so he needed confirmation.

"The Emperor will not allow me to waste any more time."

"First and foremost, building Fortifications for the world we conquer is not a waste of time."

"Secondly, my requirement for you is to build the most effective Fortifications in the shortest possible time, so as not to waste time."

"Finally, as long as your Legion remains under the jurisdiction of the Department of General Affairs, you will only be responsible to me."

"That means the Emperor will not order any intervention in your actions during this period."

"That's impossible."

"But I did it. If you believe, then do it. If you don't believe, then go to the front lines and conquer cities and strongholds."

"I will build Fortifications for the conquered worlds, and I will instruct them on how to defend themselves, but this does not imply my belief or disbelief."

"Very well, then our conversation between uncle and nephew is over."

"But I can tell you one last thing."

What did you say?

"Sincere, Perturabo, sincere."

Be honest with your own heart, be honest with the evaluations of others, and establish yourself with integrity.

I don't need this pointless preaching.

Han Mingxuan smiled and shook his head, saying nothing more. He simply tossed something to Perturabo.

That was a Wrench.

"This is Wrench I used to use. It might be a little too small for you, but consider it my first gift to you. I hope you like it."

Perturabo spread his hands, looking at the Wrench in his hand, on which was engraved a large character for "honesty".

"I've said it before, I don't need these."

"Do as you please. What's given away is like water spilled; whether you want it or not is your business."

"If you don't need that Wrench, you can simply throw it away as trash, or melt it down and burn it into a block of iron."

"Of course, I still maintain that integrity is the foundation of one's character. Before making decisions and speaking, ask yourself honestly."

"I'm leaving now. You can set off with Curze, or you can set off alone; it's fine either way."

Perturabo looked at the Wrench in his hand, his brow furrowed.

He was struggling internally.

As for Han Mingxuan, after leaving Perturabo's residence, he went to a secluded private house.

"You, a dignified Emperor, invited me to a place like this; you must have done something wrong, have you?"

The Emperor neither confirmed nor denied it; he simply looked at Han Mingxuan and asked his question.

How's it going with Perturabo?

"It went surprisingly smoothly; I thought he was going to attack me."

"It turns out that the most difficult one didn't lay a hand on me, while the less difficult one almost picked me up like a chick."

"As for Perturabo, you know, I can see the future."

"The future is determined by the present moment; your actions in the present determine certain possibilities for the future. You are also trapped in the Prophecy."

"In this respect, you're a lot like Curze, but fortunately, my parenting was quite successful."

The Emperor knew what the future held, so he turned a blind eye to Perturabo and let his Scions run wild, act coy, and be difficult.

"This is destiny."

"Your Emperor, I must say, sometimes you really resemble those four maggots in the Warp."

"You know what? Back in Nuceria, those guys were always talking about destiny. In that respect, you're no different from them."

The Emperor remained silent.

When facing Han Mingxuan, if the other party jokes and banters with him, that's fine, but once it comes to serious matters, the Emperor tends to fall silent.

"I'll say it again, I've already assigned Perturabo his tasks; you cannot issue him any orders in any form."

"This could easily lead many within the Imperium to call you a traitor, an ambitious schemer."

"I don't care. To be honest, it's quite novel for someone like me, Teacher, to be seen as a ruthless and powerful figure."

"Of course, I won't live many more years anyway, so be it, I'll be a tyrant then. Goodbye."

How carefree, Old Han!

Watching Han Mingxuan leave, the Emperor was deeply moved.

This reaffirmed his belief that entrusting the Primarch to Han Mingxuan for education was an absolutely correct decision.

And they were always successful.

Lorgar has already embarked on the right path, and Fulgrim no longer pursues empty perfectionism.

The changes in Mortarion are even more remarkable.

Old Han succeeds every time; he's such a magical Teacher.

"Quickly, everyone get moving!"

"You're so slow! Even an 80-year-old old Lion can run faster than you!"

"Hurry up, all of you! Time at the rear is life on the front lines!"

On the Eighth Legion's side, all 5,000 members of the Evernight Judges were fully equipped and ready to depart at top speed, boarding the spaceship.

This time, their aid targets are the Salamanders and the Dark Angels.

The two Great Crusade fleets met at the edge of the Imperium and encountered a powerful enemy.

We have already used up more than half of our supplies and they must be replenished.

"Reporting to the Primarch! All supplies have been inventoried; we are ready to depart!"

"Alright! Set off immediately to reinforce our allies!"

"Whether we encounter Xenos, humans, or Heretics along the way, anyone who dares to obstruct our operations under any pretext will be attacked, including those who are not human. Understand?"

"Clear!"

"Okay, let's go!"

At the same time, the IV Legion and Eighth Legion mobilized and headed to the front lines of the Great Crusade.

And the 5,000 most elite Eighth Legion will, for the first time, reveal their fangs in this boundless sea of stars.

At that very moment, the instant the Midnight Judges Legion set out, the entire timeline experienced a violent fluctuation.

In Warp, the blue sphere, located far away in the Peaceful Star System, began to fluctuate.

It began to emanate waves of peaceful and calm energy.

This caught the attention of Tzeentch, who was constantly calculating unknown mysteries in the Warp.

"Order, that feels so familiar. I never expected to get them into the battlefield this way. Mr. Han, you've won again."

"However, all of this is within the plan. Any change is a good thing, and a shift towards Order is also a good thing."

After rambling on and speaking in a mysterious manner, Tzeentch continued to stare at his Labyrinth, calculating the future.

However, at this moment, there is a clear and distinct line in his Labyrinth.

That deep blue line, tinged with a faint golden light, was resilient and timeless, stretching from one end of the Labyrinth to the other.

In this Labyrinth that originally had no exit, an exit was forcibly created.

Tzeentch was very pleased with this and welcomed it wholeheartedly.

Because within this Labyrinth, what that line represents appears for the first time.

That is one answer.