A Win-Win Situation

"What are you yelling for? You've given yourself away."

Just as Talos and his men were on high alert, Curze stepped out.

"The Boss?"

"You're all here."

"Report! The Council of the Long Night is conducting combat training!"

Curze nodded and looked around at the scene.

It is indeed a combat training exercise, and judging by the intensity, it's very high.

"Are you going crazy from holding it in?"

Impetus scratched his head innocently.

"The Boss, you know me. It should have been me going to the front lines, but Slazov needs to hand over duties, and Shen isn't here. It's been so long, I can't do anything about it."

There's only one Shen, I'm sorry to have wronged you.

"Report: I'm not wronged!"

Curze nodded, then called out his brothers.

"The Boss, what's this?"

"The situation is this: the Primarch of the Legion want you to join their Legion."

That's impossible.

"Yes, we swore an oath to the Code."

"In terms of Chivalry, a promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold."

Curze looked at his brothers and shrugged.

As you've seen, they're unwilling.

"Ahem, perhaps you've misunderstood," Horus said.

"We're not here to have you directly become soldiers in our Legion; we're here for talent exchange."

Talent exchange?

Upon hearing the new term Horus, Curze sensed a conspiracy.

"Don't be surprised. The Eighth Legion's excellence is well-known throughout the Imperium, and we need to exchange and cooperate with them."

"Just like Warrior Lodge, except your exchanges are much deeper, Legions Warrior Lodge."

"At the same time, the corresponding Legions will also send exchange personnel to the Eighth Legion for training."

Hearing Horus say this, Curze was instead in a dilemma.

This statement is very official and formal, and it's logically and emotionally sound.

Horus, are you sure this is exchange and learning?

"Of course, my brother. As the saying goes, a gentleman does not take what others love. How could I possibly steal your soldiers?"

After hearing Horus's words, Curze hesitated for a long time before finally agreeing.

"The Eighth Legion can exchange personnel with other Legion, but every so often, members of the Eighth Legion must return to report for duty; this is the bottom line."

"Hahaha, that's natural! That's natural!"

"After I got back, I immediately drafted a document, submitted it to the Departmento Munitorum, and then we began to implement the plan."

"Horus is truly Warmaster material; he turned a verbal agreement into a written rule."

"Night Haunter, isn't this exactly the result we wanted?"

In fact, even if the Great Angel hadn't brought this mess to light, Curze would have leaked the information on his own.

It's just a matter of time.

From the moment they started trying to poach him until now, everything Curze has done has been an act.

Don't forget, Curze is now someone who understands the big picture.

Curze remained wary of Horus, the ringleader of the Horus Heresy.

Although the Word Bearers has changed, Erebus is still alive, and so is Kor Phaeron.

If it weren't for the fact that Lorgar was too busy building the City of Truth, he would have really wanted to take Word Bearers.

From the very beginning, he was looking for a way to infiltrate the XVI Legion.

Unexpectedly, the Tangyuan that Baal gave him resulted in a nice pillow.

Not only could they infiltrate the XVI Legion, but they could also halve the Ninth Legion's Fruit supply.

Killing two birds with one stone.

"Ninth Brother, oh Ninth Brother, this time, I, your elder brother, have the better strategy."

Once inside other Legions, any signs of Horus Heresy can be shared in real time via the Evernight Network.

It allows for the control and elimination of relevant personnel in the shortest possible time.

Horus and Abaddon were his primary targets.

In the end, all the Primarch were happy, except for Curze, who looked sullen.

But it was all an act.

As long as there's Evernight Network, nothing else matters.

"How did your discussions go?"

After returning home, Han Mingxuan looked at his Demigod nephews.

Fortunately, there were no emergency reports from the Saviour Building, otherwise he would have been in serious trouble.

"It's all settled, Uncle," Horus said.

"That's right, it's settled." Curze said sullenly.

Han Mingxuan could tell at a glance that Curze was faking it.

It seems that Curze, under the influence of the Night Haunter, has already begun to take action.

Horus Heresy... Ugh, just thinking about it gives me a headache.

Angron is fine now, and Mortarion and Fulgrim are also fine.

As for Perturabo, there's nothing too complicated yet.

This is also the strangest thing about Han Mingxuan.

Logically, this Warhammer 1st Oddball should have made some moves, so why is there no sign of him at all?

Forget it, he wouldn't dare to use force against Perturabo, that stubborn guy.

If he were to open his own skull, that would be troublesome.

Next up is the most melancholic person in all of Warhammer, Corax.

And Magnus, who hasn't made any major moves to this day.

Corax is alright, I don't need to worry about him too much, but Magnus...

Huangpizi, you've raised a bunch of problem children, causing me so much suffering!

"Let's eat first, and after we finish, Curze will show you around."

"Long live Uncle!"

Looking at his Nephews, who had such different personalities but were now getting along so well, Han Mingxuan really couldn't understand why they had Horus Heresy.

Perhaps the only answer is the Huangpizi.

"Let's go, guys, let's go sea fishing!"

After dinner, Curze took his brothers to explore the area, but Angron said he would stay and help clean up the kitchen.

"Uncle, you look very tired."

"Of course! Cooking for you bunch of Demigod kids, how could I not be tired?"

Even a young man Renato couldn't stand it.

"No, Uncle, I can sense that you're burdened by many things, which makes you very tired."

"And the root of all this lies in Terra."

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, unexpectedly, the Lord of the Red Sands used his power on himself for the first time.

"Angron, the future of this world is shrouded in the Mist."

"Normally, I could still see some things, but now I can't see anything at all. This is not a good thing, my nephew."

"Uncle, perhaps your long-standing foresight in certain matters has caused you to lose sight of yourself."

Han Mingxuan did not deny what Angron said.

Lorgar became the Golden Word Bearer, and Curze became the Midnight Reapers.

Before these events occurred, Han Mingxuan would have had some way to deal with this world.

Because in this way, you'll have some prior knowledge of it.

But now, with the changes that have occurred to the two of them, Han Mingxuan is somewhat uncertain about the future.

If we follow the Original Canon development path, things are indeed getting better now.

But what if we follow the development path of Apocrypha?

Was it the Lion Horus Heresy or the Guilliman Horus Heresy?

And it all started with that cursed title.

The Emperor's Warmaster.