Roles Reversed

"Mr. Han, I've only come to see you, this unexpected opponent. I want to see what you plan to do next."

"I'm currently tied up with Magnus, and I don't think you can force him to become a cream puff right now."

Tzeentch laughed upon hearing this.

"Mr. Han, you've got it wrong. Compared to you, the entire Imperium of Man is nothing. I was just wondering, if you were in the position of the Accursed, what would you do?"

"I am not him, you know that very well."

"Hehe, let's wait and see."

"Won't you have a cup of tea before you leave?"

Tzeentch looked at the teapot; it was something that minor nobles in Terra could buy anytime.

There was nothing fishy about it.

"Okay, I'll have a cup of Mr. Han's tea today."

Tzeentch is in a good mood today.

He was even considering whether to reduce the sentences of the Daemon here.

"I'm leaving now, Mr. Han. I look forward to your decision."

There's Tzeentch said.

"Forget it, things will work themselves out. What big deal could it be?"

Actually... something really big happened.

That afternoon, Han Mingxuan had just finished dealing with this group of nobles, and the smell of blood on his body hadn't even dissipated when he received a message from the Emperor.

"My old friend, I brought the Corax."

???

What's going on?

Who did you bring?

"Corvus Corax?"

"Yes, this is the Corax you wanted."

"You Psychic Power barbarian!"

Hearing the Emperor's somewhat arrogant tone, Han Mingxuan didn't hold back and cursed him out.

How does this guy do things?

"A Fa!"

"Uncle."

"I need to know Lycaeus's current situation within half an hour."

"Yes."

"Cyrion."

"Uncle."

"The Anti-Corruption campaign should be put on hold for now, at least not so high-profile. Remember, during this period, anyone who dares to turn against us will be considered a traitor."

"Clear!"

After giving a brief explanation, Han Mingxuan jogged to the Throne Room.

Valdor was waiting for him outside the door.

"Night..."

"Get out of the way."

Han Mingxuan's voice was calm, but Valdor could sense a sense of pressure.

That was Psychic Power pressure.

In that instant, Valdor felt his soul go blank.

The Father of Night is very strong!

Incredibly strong!

He is at least the strongest Psyker below the Emperor and Chancellor!

Before he could react, the doors to the Throne Room were pushed open with tremendous force.

"Emperor!"

"My old friend, calm down. I've brought Corax; he'll be at your command."

What did you do?

"As you wish, bring Corax back."

He really is a Psychic Power barbarian, he doesn't know any methods or techniques.

They brought the person over in less than a day.

This isn't allowing the Primarch to return; this is outright kidnapping!

It was even more brutal than how Angron was treated in the Original Canon.

Now he finally understood why Tzeentch had suddenly come over.

That son of a bitch is gloating.

Where is Corax?

"His Scions were also in his Palace."

Commit a sin!

I'll go check on him.

After saying this, Han Mingxuan left the Throne Room, leaving the Emperor and the Adeptus Custodes looking at each other in bewilderment.

Strangeness.

Even though he brought the Corax back himself, why isn't Old Han happy at all?

Logically speaking, with Corax's help, Old Han should have an easier time.

Why am I becoming so... irritable?

Han Mingxuan rushed to Corax's Palace.

At the same time, he contacted Orikan and Trazyn, as well as Perturabo.

"Lao Xin, this is extremely urgent. Put everything else aside for now. After you meet with Orikan, go to Lycaeus to prevent any Warp contamination there."

"Is there a problem?"

"It's just starting to show signs; we can still intervene."

Tzeentch wouldn't go out of his way to mock him; that would be too pointless.

"Okay, I'll leave right away."

"In addition, select a group of elite Civil Servant from Nostramo to be on standby at any time."

"No problem. Should we tell Curze about this?"

"Just let him know, and we'll leave the rest to chance."

Okay, please feel free to contact me if you encounter any problems later.

Okay, I'll keep in touch.

After ending the communication, Han Mingxuan immediately contacted Perturabo.

"Uncle?"

"It's me, Perturabo. I have a favor to ask you to do."

What is it?

"Take your Legion to Lycaeus, garrison there, and await my message. Once I receive your message, begin construction."

"Okay, I'm off now."

Outside Corax's Palace.

Commander-in-Chief of the 19th XIX Legion, Al-Kakhas Phall, was waiting there.

"Father of Night, thank you..."

"No need, I want to see Corax."

He originally wanted to thank Han Mingxuan for his reasoned argument, which led the Emperor to bring back their Gene-Father.

But now I don't know what happened.

His own father refused to see any guests as soon as he arrived. This Father of Night, known for his wisdom and gentleness, seemed somewhat irritable at this moment.

"Something happened to Father?" He keenly sensed the problem.

"He's still a bit down, I'm here to talk him out of it. Open the door."

"This..."

Tsk.

"Someone come here."

"Father of Night," came the response from a member of the Shadowbat Guard.

"Go open the door. If you can't open it, take it apart."

"Clear."

Click.

The door opened.

A tall man with pale skin and gloomy eyes appeared before the crowd.

"Corax, I think we need to talk."

"Come in."

Han Mingxuan walked in, and just as the Shadowbat Guard members behind him were about to follow, he stopped them.

"I can go by myself."

Han Mingxuan entered Corax's bedroom and looked at the furnishings inside.

Nothing was moved there.

It's clear that he has absolutely no intention of accepting this place right now.

What are your plans next?

Corax looked at Han Mingxuan with some surprise.

Shouldn't he be the one asking that question?

From the moment the Emperor found him until now, Corax has been thinking about what he wants to become.

"That's something I should be asking you, sir."

No, you are an independent person, and you should decide for yourself what you want to do.

"But based on all the information I've received, I'll soon become a knife in your hand."

From the moment the Emperor hastily bound him here until now, Corax knew that both his own fate and that of Lycaeus had changed.

"If you want to go back, you can go back now and continue your unfinished work."

"Okay, I'll leave now!"

Corax had no regrets; he still had much to do with Lycaeus.

"Let's go. We'll meet again after you succeed. I hope you'll be in better shape then."

Corax was about to leave, but he hadn't packed anything.

They came with nothing, and they left with nothing.

"Aren't you going to stop me?"

A promise made is a promise kept.

Until we meet again, sir.

"Escort him back."

"Yes."

Thank goodness, I almost turned into Huangpizi, Corax almost turned into Angron.

Fortunately, it was only a close call.