The Ancient

After leaving Olympia, Han Mingxuan headed to the Third Legion's marching area.

As the Primarch of the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim's combat prowess ranks among the top of all Primarch.

In terms of swordsmanship alone, even Lion El'Jonson was no match for him.

Even in the Original Canon, Fulgrim nearly killed Guilliman.

Moreover, Fèi Wútóu was also because of him.

Han Mingxuan's purpose in going there this time was not only to learn about his Legion, but also to chat with the renowned Space Marines within the Legion.

For example, there's the Ancient Rylanor, Lucius, and another person, Akurduana.

This Akurduana is a truly legendary figure.

The undisputed Sword Saint the Emperor's Children Legion, the First Court Blade, and the earliest Sword Saint to achieve fame, the Duel King.

Before Fulgrim's return, the entire Legion was reduced to only 200 men due to a genetic disease, and he was the leader of those 200 swordsmen.

"Silent King, do you have a camera with you?"

"Camera?"

"Yes, for taking photos."

"Mr. Han, are you going to take a photo with someone?"

"Yes."

"I don't have that kind of old-fashioned photographic device, but I can help you with that."

"Then I'll trouble you."

"It's nothing, Mr. Han, you don't need to be so polite to me."

After a period of sailing, Han Mingxuan arrived at the marching area of the Third Legion.

As soon as he left the spaceship, Han Mingxuan saw the people who were there to pick him up, which surprised him.

"Rylanor, Dreadnought veteran of the Third Legion, pays you his highest respects, sir."

Rylanor, the Ancient.

Before and after Fulgrim's return, he was the oldest member of the entire Third Legion.

He remained loyal to Imperium during the Great Crusade and during the Horus Heresy, making him a truly irreproachable loyalist.

In almost every ceremonial occasion of the Third Legion, if he was not present, the ceremony was incomplete and not recognized.

After the Horus Heresy, Fulgrim Daemonhood and became the Daemon Prince.

Rylanor left only one sentence.

I will wait.

Then, over the course of time, he waited for an opportunity, and finally, that opportunity arrived.

He encountered his Gene-Father once again, along with a group of traitorous Thousand Sons Sorcerer.

This noble Ancient moved the Thousand Sons Sorcerer with his loyalty and honor, then left a scar on Fulgrim with a Virus Bomb, shattering his perfection.

"Thank you for your help, Ancient. I never expected it would be you who came to greet me."

"Sir, you flatter me. Compared to your contributions, it is already an honor for me to be here to welcome you."

As the oldest being in the entire Legion, Rylanor was undoubtedly wise and calm.

As the Great Crusade progressed, Rylanor could see the changes in his Gene-Father, and he was worried about it.

In his view, it was not wrong for Fulgrim to pursue perfection, but his constant pursuit of perfection made him arrogant.

Arrogance is nothing to him; he is the Primarch, and he has the right to be arrogant. But what is hidden even deeper is the emptiness within him.

Rylanor knew very well that if this emptiness of pursuing perfection was allowed to continue to spread, Fulgrim would undoubtedly be swallowed up by the emptiness and become an empty shell that only pursued perfection.

But it wasn't until a few years ago, when Fulgrim went to New Nostramo, that he met the Mortals before him, the greatest Mortals in the entire Imperium.

Father of Night.

Rylanor didn't know what had happened during that time, but when Fulgrim returned, Rylanor felt immense joy and relief.

From that moment on, what he felt in Fulgrim was no longer arrogance and Vanity, but rather steadiness, composure, pragmatism, and a pursuit of truth.

Although he still strives for perfection, he is filled with humility.

Subsequently, as the Father of Night's reputation spread throughout the Imperium, news of his actions reached all the Space Marine Legions.

Without a doubt, this gentleman is great.

"Please follow me, sir. The welcoming ceremony is ready."

"Welcome ceremony?"

"Yes, sir, it is an honor for us to have such a distinguished person as you grace the Third Legion with your presence."

"I'm just a Mortals, there's no need for such a grand display."

"Your humility is admirable, sir, like an ever-burning Star among the constellations, guiding the lost and dispelling the Mist for the deluded."

Tsk.

As expected of the Third Legion, their cultural level is truly exceptional.

"You flatter me, Ancient."

Not long after, Han Mingxuan arrived at the Emperor's Children's Flagship, where he met Fulgrim.

Looking at the scene before him, Han Mingxuan was certain that this was indeed a grand welcoming ceremony.

"This is just as exciting as Space Wolves, Fulgrim."

Hearing Han Mingxuan say that, Fulgrim shook his head helplessly.

"My dear Uncle, don't compare me to a savage."

I was talking about Russ, not Lion El'Jonson.

???

Fulgrim paused for a moment, then he realized what was happening.

"Haha! Uncle, you're still as humorous as ever."

You really understand my humor.

Fulgrim approached Han Mingxuan, bent down, and whispered something in his ear.

"This is our secret, you must never let him know."

"Haha! Yes, yes, you're absolutely right."

"Come with me, Uncle, the welcoming ceremony is ready."

As Han Mingxuan stepped into the banquet hall, Rylanor's voice rang out.

"Welcome to the most sublime and greatest Mortals in the entire Imperium! Welcome to the Father of Night!"

"My deepest respects to you, dear Uncle."

"Actually, you didn't need to make such a big fuss, although I quite enjoyed it."

"Haha, it was necessary, Uncle. If it weren't for your guidance in Nostramo, I'm afraid I would have continued down the wrong path."

"Come, Uncle, let me introduce you to my Scions."

"This is First Company Captain Kaisoron, my eldest son."

"This is the Second Company, Akurduana, the leader of the two hundred swordsmen, and the Imperium's First Court Blade."

"This is the Legion's Chief Apothecary, Fabius Bayer."

"This is Lucius, the Company Commander."

As Fulgrim introduced them one by one, Han Mingxuan looked at these superhumans and nodded to himself.

Indeed, during the Great Crusade, these people were all exceptional individuals and unquestionably loyal.

What a pity.

"Salute to you, soldiers!"

"You flatter me, Father of Night."

For them, the changes that the Father of Night brought to the entire Third Legion were something no one had anticipated, and something everyone had hoped would happen.

After the introductions, a grand welcome banquet began.

Of course, for the Emperor's Children, the main event of the welcome banquet was the entertainment program, which was an essential part of the event.