Slaanesh's Gift

"First, be careful of Dante; I've never seen him before."

"Secondly, I hope you will accept this gift from me as a token of my respect during our first formal meeting."

Slaanesh didn't care whether Han Mingxuan refused or not, and directly took out three items.

One of them was an old-looking silver-white Compass with only a pointer, no markings or directions.

The other one was a pale purple gemstone.

Han Mingxuan didn't care about the Compass; what he cared about was that gemstone.

Because there is a person inside the gem.

Yes, alone.

If I had to describe it, it would be an elf.

She was just a silver-haired elf.

The last one is a sword.

It's very similar to Futia's.

Are you... sure?

"Mr. Han, please believe me no matter what. You are the most special person to me. For you, I would rather let the Warp burn."

Han Mingxuan didn't speak. He picked up the sword and pointed it at Slaanesh.

The Crone Sword

It is also the only weapon in the entire Warhammer history capable of killing Slaanesh.

This one, however, is the one that the Aeldari could never obtain, the one that belonged to Slaanesh.

You're playing with fire.

"We have never been afraid of raising a tiger that will turn on us, my husband."

Wow, that's a huge undertaking.

"Fine, it's only polite to reciprocate."

Han Mingxuan reached out, and a blue-gold light began to appear in his eyes.

Then, a pen appeared in his hand.

"Seal up."

Buzz!

The sword began to tremble violently, and half an hour later, the entire sword became covered in rust.

"I look forward to our cooperation." Han Mingxuan tossed the rusty Crone Sword back.

"You... aren't you going to accept it?"

"There's no need. I won't participate in your Fated Death."

But you changed my destiny.

"I've already changed enough lives; one more won't make a difference. Besides, mutual trust is the foundation of any transaction."

"Heh heh heh, sir, you are more frightening than the Accursed."

If Han Mingxuan were like the Emperor, completely lacking in integrity, then that wouldn't be a problem.

After all, the Warp is full of liars and conspiracies.

But Han Mingxuan is different; he keeps his word.

This is extremely rare in the Warp, almost extinct.

"Hehehe, then I look forward to our next meeting."

Goodbye, my sir. I hope you'll never need my gift.

Slaanesh's gaze left Han Mingxuan and turned to Endymion.

Endymion was not in good condition at this time.

He was surrounded.

This includes members of the Shadowbat Guard, Sevatar and Cyrion, as well as Xiulikas, who had been following them from the shadows.

This is betrayal!

"It's a secret; you know too much."

As he spoke, Sevatar prepared to make his move.

He had assessed Endymion's fighting prowess and was confident he could kill him.

"Stop!"

"Uncle, the fewer people who know about this, the better. The Emperor's Imperial Adeptus Custodes are not trustworthy."

"I told you, stop. This is no secret to me or the Emperor."

If even the Emperor wanted to sell himself to Slaanesh, then there's nothing wrong with him making a deal with Slaanesh.

Swish.

Slaanesh waved his hand, and a strange power enveloped Endymion.

The goal is not to corrupt him, but to erase his memory.

Goodbye, my sir.

Their vision blurred for a moment, and the group appeared near Prospero.

"Sir, it's 3 PM standard time now, we'll be in Prospero shortly."

Han Mingxuan glanced at Endymion.

Previously, Cyrion was in charge of telling the time.

The power of the Warp?

Han Mingxuan glanced around.

It is clear that only Endymion's memories were erased.

"Since we're almost there, let's prepare for landing. I hope my nephew is alright."

Magnus, the Imperium Killer.

The Crimson King.

Han Mingxuan's spaceship landed at the Spaceport in Tizca City, where he was received by Ahriman.

"Sir, welcome."

Where is Magnus?

"Please forgive me, my lord, Primarch's condition has been rather unstable lately."

"He's withdrawn in the Library?"

"Yes... that's right."

"How long has it been?"

"It's been like this ever since Nuceria came back. We're very worried about him, but he always refuses to see anyone."

Han Mingxuan nodded and followed Ahriman into the reception room.

"What a wonderful place! It exudes a cultural atmosphere everywhere you look."

"Thank you for your compliment, sir, but our situation is not optimistic right now."

Flesh Change.

This is Thousand Sons's biggest problem.

Thousand Sons, Thousand Sons.

The Thousand Sons.

As Space Marines, their bodies were riddled with wounds.

And their father.

The Magnus the Red, in its final fate, had its soul shattered into hundreds and thousands of pieces.

It really is fate.

"Professor Ahriman, I have some questions regarding the spells within your Legion."

"Please feel free to ask me anything, sir. I will answer all your questions about Psychic Powers to the best of my knowledge."

"It's not Psychic Power, it's Legion Sorcery."

"Okay, about Psychic Power spells..."

"My question concerns magic; magic is just magic."

Ahriman suddenly felt something was strange, but in a flash, he understood something.

"Haha, yes, wise sir, regarding the question of Legion Sorcery, I will answer to the best of my knowledge."

Han Mingxuan looked at Ahriman with satisfaction.

As expected of an intellectual, they can easily see things clearly.

Before arriving here, Han Mingxuan was thinking about how to avoid the heated arguments at the Council of Nikaea.

After all, throughout the entire Imperium, only the arrogant Magnus consistently emphasized Psychic Power.

As for the other Legions?

The one with the White Scars is Storm Seer, the one with the Space Wolves is Rune Priest, and the one with Death Guard is Numerology.

People use things like Psychic Power, but you can't bring it out in the open.

That's called following the rules.

What do you want to ask?

"No rush, I need to see my dear nephew first."

Ahriman led Han Mingxuan and his group to the outside of the Library, which was the largest Library in Tizca City.

"Sir, as you can see, the Primarch has not yet emerged."

"Professor Ahriman, would you mind if my men opened the door?"

"Of course I don't mind."

Magnus is currently keeping his door closed to visitors, so they have no way to open it.

If the Father of Night can open the door, at least they can find out about Magnus's situation.

"Sevatar."

"Exist!"

"Break down the door."

Boom!

With two punches, Sevatar reduced the Library door to ashes.

"I'm sorry, Professor Ahriman, my nephew is a rough fellow."

"I'm very sorry, Professor Ahriman."

???

I'm really sorry.

"Magnus, come out and see me!"

Han Mingxuan's voice echoed in the Library, but Magnus did not come out.

"If you don't come out, I'll burn your Library down."

"Sir, this is related to us..."

"Calm down, Professor Ahriman."

The moment Sevatar appeared beside him, Ahriman felt his whole body go weak.

"You... you're Blank?!"

"No, it's just some methods of using Psychic Power. Don't be nervous, your Uncle's teachings are never wrong."