Hawk Hasanti

After listening to Ferrus Manus's explanation, Han Mingxuan fell into thought.

Is the Iron Hands problem serious?

It's very serious, because their Gene-Father has a pair of Iron Hands, and due to practical reasons, Ferrus Manus cannot give up his Iron Hands.

This led to a morbid culture throughout the X Legion.

The Gene-Father had metallic limbs, so we should also have metallic limbs.

And the replacement metal limbs need to be strong enough! Powerful enough! Waaaagh!

Add to that Iron Hands's Jungle Law, and it's like having a full stack of buffs—purely a super-effective breeding ground for monsters.

"This is a difficult situation, Ferrus Manus."

When he heard even his Uncle say that this matter was difficult, Ferrus Manus felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

Now, everyone on the entire Great Crusade front knows that the Supreme Commander of the Space Marines, the Great Father of Night, is their great salvation!

Space Wolves' combat power increased greatly because of him, and Iron Warriors became the most efficient Legion in the entire Imperium, almost causing the Imperial Fists to be overwhelmed.

Almost all problems ceased to be problems after this gentleman appeared.

And more importantly, it's about Anti-Corruption!

This Father of Night truly gave the entire Imperium and Imperium Great Crusade a super boost.

Because of his Anti-Corruption, the operating speed of the Great Crusade, this super Imperium machine, doubled!

Moreover, because of his presence, the operational speed of the entire Imperium's logistical support has been improved to an unprecedented level!

Who wouldn't call the Department of General Affairs's supply ships "Vampires" back then?

As for now?

Those aren't Vampires, they're incredibly powerful reinforcements!

Putting aside everything else, any convoy escorted by the logistics department will inevitably have a small squadron.

That was the Astartes squad of the Eighth Legion.

After returning from their Primarch, the Eighth Legion's combat skills and capabilities began to improve at an unreasonable pace.

The combat skills of all Astartes in the Eighth Legion are at the captain level.

I don't know how they did it.

I heard that during the Anti-Corruption campaign, some kind of squad came and provoked the Eighth Legion Corps.

When asked, they will usually answer.

It's understandable that their combat effectiveness is weak, given that they haven't undergone the rigorous training of the Administratum.

Fortunately, the release of the Imperium Resolution gave everyone the opportunity to gain experience within the Imperium Civil Servant system.

Moreover, the brothers who returned to the front lines after their training did not talk about what they had experienced, but their combat effectiveness had genuinely increased.

This led all the Astartes to believe that the Great Father of Night had set up a glorious and arduous trial in the Adeptus Administratum, and that by completing it, one could become stronger!

Initially, the Astartes at the front lines were not impressed with the so-called Supreme Commander of the Space Marines appointed by the Emperor.

But later, they were truly grateful to Han Mingxuan.

Now that even his Uncle is saying it's going to be difficult, Ferrus Manus is genuinely worried.

His Scions are all outstanding; if this problem is not corrected, the future of the Legion remains shrouded in the Mist.

"Uncle, I... please, you must help my Legion."

After thinking for a while, Han Mingxuan decided to return to Nostramo.

"Ferrus Manus, come back to Nostramo with me. Perhaps the people there can help."

"Shouldn't we go directly to the Legion?"

"No, our first priority is to take care of your Iron Hands. We can't keep them exposed. Only then can we proceed with our next move."

Nostramo?

That magical Planet?

I went there last time, and apart from feeling refreshed, I didn't feel anything special.

But it must be said that Nostramo's climate and environment are far superior to all the Garden of Nurgle worlds in the entire Imperium.

Never mind, if my Uncle says so, he must have his reasons.

When do we leave?

Let's set off now.

The sooner we resolve this, the better. There are still a few Legions that we need to deal with ourselves.

The Fifth, Sixth, Seventh, Ninth, and XIV Legions haven't gone yet.

Oh, and there's more.

We need to go check on Lady Euten. If anything happens to Lady Euten, Roboute could easily lose his temper, which would be a huge loss.

Time is tight and the task is heavy.

After the two returned to Nostramo, Han Mingxuan took Ferrus Manus directly to the tavern.

When they returned to Nostramo, it was already past working hours.

"Sleepless Nights? This is... a tavern?"

"Yes, this is the tavern. We're looking for someone here."

"Who?"

"A highly skilled old blacksmith, Hawk Hassanti."

"Old Man Hawk! I've told you so many times, you can't drink anymore! If you have a stroke, I won't be responsible for you!"

"Nova, don't interfere with this old man. I raised you from a tiny baby, and I even taught you how to be a blacksmith. What's wrong with an old man having a drink?"

"When I went to the hospital last time, Doctor McDian said that you now..."

"I know I'm about to develop high blood pressure, high cholesterol, high uric acid, high blood sugar, and fatty liver. I'm just one step away from the final stage, aren't I?"

"Besides, when has your Dad ever had a problem?"

"Haha, Old Hawk, you'd better behave and drink less, or the Judge will sentence you."

"Uncle Likas, how many times have I told you, I'm a trainee Judge!"

"Alright, alright, trainee Judge, trainee Judge, I've seen you talking here for half an hour. Here, have a drink."

"You can't drink alcohol late at night."

"This is water."

"Real?"

"I just got it from the tap, would I ever lie to you?"

Nova thought about it and realized it made sense. This uncle was pretty reliable as long as he wasn't drinking. And since he was thirsty anyway, he decided to have a drink first.

Then...

"Cough cough! It's so spicy!"

Haha! You can't hold your liquor, kid. You need to work on it.

"Uncle Likas, you tricked me!"

Clang.

Just as they were having a pleasant conversation, the doorbell was rung.

The once bustling tavern quieted down a bit, and a few people looked towards the entrance.

Although the tavern is open to the public, at this time of day, those who come to the Sleepless Night Tavern are not ordinary people.

They all relaxed when they saw Han Mingxuan's signature Staff.

"Old Han's here! What a rare guest! Come on, I'll make you a Dusk cocktail, I guarantee it'll be potent!"

The bartender behind the counter greeted us familiarly.

"Stop, Silva, after that cup of Dusk, I'll need to sleep for a whole day and night."

"You should rest more anyway. What's wrong with sleeping for a whole day and night?"

"Alright, didn't you see Old Han brought some young people over? Hassanti, wake up."

Oll Persson put down his wine glass and said.

Old Hawk opened his eyes in a daze upon hearing Oll Persson's voice.

Upon seeing that it was Han Mingxuan, he perked up completely.

As for Nova?

The kid was completely terrified.

He never expected the Father of Night to come to this tavern!

Great Father of Night, I have seen him in person!

"Old Hawk, drink less. The young man is just looking out for you; chronic illnesses are hard to bear."