A Little Story from Old Terra

"Law?"

"Yes, the human rights section of the Evernight Code provides ample arguments and provisions for this situation."

"The Code stipulates that all races other than humans, including all Abhumans who enjoy second-class citizenship, are subject to the Exterminatus."

"Especially for vicious Xenos races that pose a real and premeditated threat to humanity's vital and future interests, Exterminatus is the preferred option."

"Code stipulates that the range of races to which Exterminatus apply is very broad, but of course, this is limited to non-human races."

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Lion El'Jonson and Vulkan were both stunned.

No.

Does the Code of Evernight Code really contain such violent clauses?

"Don't look at me like that, brothers. You have to admit, as human beings, there's one thing you simply can't tolerate."

"Those beasts that stand up, dressed in human clothes and eating human food, but when they go mad, they disregard human ethics and will devour our own kind."

"Therefore, according to the Evernight Code Codex, these guys are all potential targets for the Exterminatus Order."

"So you mean, according to the Code, you want to kill all the Abhumans?"

"I think it will be necessary."

"When necessary? Will there be such a time?" Vulkan asked seriously, while Lion El'Jonson frowned.

"He who does not plan for the future will have trouble in the present; we must guard against future dangers."

"This is needless worry."

"What's wrong with worrying about the future of humanity, Vulkan?"

Hearing Curze's words, Vulkan was shocked and saddened.

"Don't be so sad, Vulkan. I'm still the brother you know. I'll treat people with respect, love, and care."

"But my consistent attitude towards inhuman races is that they are meat that can be placed on a chopping board at any time."

"Perhaps you think that my resolute adherence to the law and execution of the Exterminatus is a loss of humanity."

"But my brother, if I made you spend your whole life in a slaughterhouse killing Ant-Cattle, do you think you would lose your humanity?"

Lion El'Jonson and Vulkan both fell silent, for what Curze had said was far too cold-blooded and cruel.

If they didn't know something about Curze, they would have thought that the person standing in front of them wasn't their brother, but some Warp Daemon.

"If you ask me, Lion El'Jonson is the most rational among us brothers, but now I realize that we brothers are actually quite backward in our thinking."

Are they backward in their thinking?

"I have a short story from Old Terra that I think is perfect for the current situation."

What kind of story is it?

This story tells of a Daemon from the time of Old Terra.

"In the process of the rise of Daemon, they need to eliminate dissidents. Do you know what their standards are for eliminating dissidents?"

Lion El'Jonson and Vulkan didn't speak; they just looked at Curze.

They had a premonition that what their brother was about to say would be absolutely shocking and mind-blowing.

"This Daemon's standard for eliminating dissidents is race."

Race?

What does that mean?

"We'll use Terra as a reference point, dividing Terra in two Equator its Terra."

"The main idea behind this Daemon's purge of dissidents is that, apart from the race of his own origin, all other races will be divided into different classes, and the inferior races can be arbitrarily eliminated."

"The Evernight Code now stipulates that only non-human races, such as Xenos and Abhumans, are not considered human."

"According to that Daemon's standards, everyone except those born of his own race is a pig or a dog."

"Even people of his race, once they come into contact with other humans who are classified as inferior races, are automatically categorized as pigs and dogs."

"What?!"

Upon hearing Curze's chilling little story, Vulkan nearly crushed his handguard.

"Is he even human?"

"That's why I said he was a Daemon of Old Terra, not a human."

"So, you two, what have you learned from this short horror story about Old Terra?"

The two looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

"This proves that the relevant provisions of the Evernight Code are humane and merciful enough; as long as they don't actively violate the rules, the Exterminatus won't be issued against them."

"Unless some Xenos wants to become Ant-Cattle in a slaughterhouse."

The two Primarch, the Demigods of the human world, were so shocked by their brother that they were speechless.

"Report! We have just received an urgent dispatch order from the Department of the Interior, requiring us to proceed to C2 Sector to provide logistical support to the Blood Angels there."

Heh, looks like those Vermin are starting to put their strength into action.

If it works well, I'll keep using it. It really is just like Huangpizi.

"Notify the fleet to take inventory of supplies and Fruit. We are going to see Sanguinius."

"Clear!"

"Gentlemen, today's battle was very enjoyable, but as the Transport Corps Commander, I'm afraid I'll have to take my leave. See you in Terra."

Terra, the world of the Imperium of Man's Throne World.

Inside Malcador's Office.

"Chancellor Excellency, here is your tea."

"Leave it there, it's a little hot now."

Looking at Malcador now, the two Astartes following behind him found it somewhat unbelievable.

They had never seen Malcador so relaxed since they started following Malcador.

He ordered a cup of tea and even asked that it be cooled down to a warm temperature.

This would normally be such a luxury.

But now Malcador can do it easily.

The mere fact that the Eighth Legion had joined the Imperium Judicial System greatly relieved the Imperium Chancellor of some of the pressure.

As for Malcador, he's already fantasizing about having plenty of time to rest.

He even started imagining when he would retire.

With Old Han around, retirement isn't impossible.

Curze was well-educated by him and has now entered the Imperium Judicial System.

Once the Great Crusade reaches its later stages, Roboute can be integrated into the Imperium's Administrative System.

Then, according to the Emperor's plan, all the other Primarch will be dealt with clearly.

At that time, as the Imperium Chancellor, he could truly retire.

It's unbelievable just thinking about it.

Old Han's kindness is immense, and the tea Old Han brought out smells wonderful.

"Where are Curze and his Legion now?"

Malcador has already assigned today's Judiciary duties, and judging by the time, Curze will be back soon.

"Teacher, we just received a message from the Department of the Interior that the Eighth Legion has another mission."

"The Eighth Legion has another mission? Have I been too lax? I don't recall giving them any other missions besides supporting Vulkan and Lion El'Jonson."

"It was an emergency resolution passed by the Department of Internal Affairs. Now, the documents for the Eighth Legion to escort supplies are already booked for 50 years from now."

Ugh, I've been tricked by Old Han.