Like Father, Like Son

Perturabo knew that his Uncle compared the Great Crusade Force to a frontline Demolition crew just to help him understand his own position and identity, and to stop him from being conflicted.

But upon closer examination, this is indeed the case.

"Uncle, although I don't want to admit it, sometimes I find that I'm a lot like him."

He once attempted to build an Utopia for humanity, but now, thinking about it, wasn't the Emperor also trying to build an Utopia?

Moreover, the father and son bear a striking resemblance.

The Emperor launched Great Crusade to build the Utopia of Imperium of Man.

In the eyes of non-human races, aren't Imperium and Emperors also a source of disaster?

In the eyes of non-human races, isn't the Emperor also a Tyrant?

Just like myself.

He once dreamed of building an Utopia, but ultimately he became a Tyrant himself.

"He is, after all, your father, Perturabo. What son has ever been unlike his father?"

"What an ironic fate, Uncle. Thank you, thank you for letting me understand my mission."

"Alright, it's good that you understand. Also, keep this with you."

As Han Mingxuan spoke, he placed a box on the table.

"This is?"

"Open it and take a look; I think it's perfect for you right now."

Perturabo opened the box and found a book inside.

The Republic.

"Uncle, maybe I really should reread this book."

"And I believe you will definitely gain something new, Perturabo."

In the end, Perturabo left with the book, and Han Mingxuan was completely relieved.

Indeed, the most suitable thing for Perturabo to do was to carry out land acquisition and demolition, but for the purpose of carrying out land acquisition Demolition, that was also necessary.

After resolving the matter with Perturabo, Han Mingxuan went to the Department of Justice.

Now that the elite troops of the Eighth Legion have returned, I can finally unleash my full potential and get to work.

However, just before he arrived at the Department of Justice, he smelled a strong stench of blood.

"The Father of Night has arrived!"

Before Han Mingxuan could figure out what was going on, he was jolted awake by a shout.

Immediately afterwards, a large group of people dressed as nobles ran up to Han Mingxuan and knelt down to kowtow.

"Father of Night, save me!"

???

What's going on?

Normally, these people would run away from him like the plague, but now they're begging him to save their lives.

"My lords, please stand up before you speak. It's undignified, and kneeling in blood is really unseemly."

"Great and merciful Father of Night, save us! We willingly present all the evidence of our sins before you!"

"We beg you to have mercy and, according to the Evernight Code, judge us for our crimes!"

???

What exactly is going on?

"Get up first, I'll go inside and take a look."

Han Mingxuan then arrived at the execution ground of the Department of Justice.

As for why the Department of Justice has an execution ground?

It's for easy temporary setup, of course.

Otherwise, it would be too much trouble to go from the Department of Justice's judgment to escorting the person to the execution ground.

It can all be done directly at the Department of Justice.

Once he went inside, he found the scene rather strange.

The execution ground was filled with various instruments of torture, and there was a thick layer of empty bullet casings.

No wonder the blood had spread all the way to the entrance of the Department of Justice; no wonder those nobles were kneeling and begging me to act in accordance with the law.

"Konrad, you're messing around again."

"Father, I was merely disciplining them according to the Nine Laws of the Night Bat."

"That's a bit too extreme. This isn't a battlefield; it's unnecessary."

"Please rest assured, Father, I will always remember your teachings. The Nine Laws of the Night Bats are merely a deterrent; the primary focus is on the Evernight Code."

"But they were all given the maximum sentence, right?"

"You remain wise, Father."

This Konrad...

The Night Haunter and the current Grand Inquisitor are two sides of the same coin.

Both legal principles and human sentiment are considered.

The Night Haunter is the cold and ruthless law, intolerant of any human sentiment.

Curze is relatively better; he's more tolerant of favors.

"Alright, alright, don't go too far with the killing. At least have someone clean up the place."

"I could see blood as soon as I got to the door, and the smell was awful. How are the people in the Department of Justice supposed to do their jobs if you keep doing this?"

"Yes, Father, I'll take care of it right away."

The Night Haunter went outside and then saw the group of nobles.

"Since Father is here today, I'll spare you this time, but your crimes won't be forgiven!"

"Praise be to you, merciful Father of Night!"

You survived!

I survived today, at least this morning.

You need to hurry, quickly compile information about your crimes, and then report it truthfully.

After all, the Department of Justice's big sign is still there: leniency for those who confess, severity for those who resist.

They have already seen the consequences of resisting severe punishment.

Less than an hour had passed since the Grand Inquisitor entered the Department of Department of Justice.

The killing was so fierce that heads rolled and blood flowed like rivers.

As the Primarch, and as Demigod of humanity, his case-solving abilities are exceptional.

This means that the Grand Inquisitor only needs to glance at their files to know whether they are guilty or not.

Then this Grand Inquisitor truly demonstrated what it meant to be called "the King of Hell's roll call," calling out a name to kill a person.

They didn't give him any chance to argue; the moment he went in, his head flew out.

Of course, along with that head, bloodstained evidence also flew out.

At that moment, they suddenly felt that the Father of Night was so kind and forgiving.

As for Han Mingxuan, he went to see Malcador.

However, once inside, he found Old Ma busy.

What are you doing, Old Ma?

"I am drafting a letter to the nobility, a new letter to the nobility."

"Didn't you already write that? Why are you writing it again?"

"What else could those spineless cowards be after? My Holiday!"

"They are, after all, a noble family that has fought alongside the Emperor since the Warring States period on Terra; they are nobles who have fought their way out of the fray."

"They're so easily intimidated by a young guy like Curze. Haven't they killed enough people? Haven't they committed enough evil deeds? How can they be so cowardly in front of the Grand Inquisitor?"

"The Imperium doesn't need spineless cowards; they must be made to stand tall!"

Um... the Imperium Chancellor really will stop at nothing to get Holiday.

"Alright, just shut up."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, I've only been on leave for a few days!"

Forehead...

"5 days, 18 hours, 25 minutes, and 36 seconds! That's not enough, that's far from enough!"

"Alright, stop acting crazy. I haven't had much rest these past few days."

"How can that be the same? I've worked for the Imperium for thousands of years!"

"Don't get too excited, Little Old Man, or I'll acquit you right now."

"Cough cough cough, Old Han, please talk this out, please talk this out."

We're just chatting, why are you getting so worked up?

"Tell me, what are you planning to do?"