Transdimensional Octagon

"Okay, I'll set off now!"

"Dorn rush, Dorn. Now that the first phase of construction is complete, let's celebrate together before you leave."

No, thank you.

After speaking, Dorn returned to his Legion and began administering the Eleven-Choice Examination.

In his view, he was able to avoid being disliked by his brothers, which was a great help this time.

He doesn't need excessive celebrations; he just needs to get things done.

"Great Angel."

"What's wrong, Mortarion?"

"Uh... it's nothing."

Mortarion already knew what the Administratum was like; it was practically hell.

Mortarion truly felt sorry for Dorn, this honest man, who had been tricked.

But then I thought, if we bring out the Seventh Legion, the XIV Legion might have to fill the gap.

According to Numerology calculations, the danger level of his brothers' ability to swindle people is limitless.

If Curze managed to trick himself into the Octagon without a word last time, then the archangels who gave Curze a headache are even Great Angel.

The Fruit of the Ninth Legion is not under the jurisdiction of the XIV Legion.

It's a joyous occasion for the Homeworld to move to a new location, but one must absolutely avoid getting involved in anything untoward, as it's considered unlucky.

"Let's go. The first phase of the Planet's construction has been successfully completed. Next, we'll process your Planet Property Rights."

"Planet Property Rights?"

"Yes, according to the Evernight Code, the property rights need to be transferred."

"Curze."

"Xiao Mo, what's wrong?"

"I feel like I'm not relocating to Homeworld, I'm buying a house."

"Haha, almost the same, pretty much the same."

Curze then led Mortarion to the Property Registration Office of the Saviour Building.

However, this is not Nostramo people office, nor are there any members of the Evernight Legion.

This entire Office has only five workstations.

One is Curze's.

One is Han Mingxuan's.

The other three positions are occupied by three Necrontyr, led by Trazyn.

"Regarding your Planet relocation, your Dad and I have no problem with that. The rest you'll have to discuss with the Necrontyr yourself."

"As you know, the construction of the entire Peaceful Star System cannot be separated from the support of the Necrontyr, so whether we can successfully obtain the property rights next depends on you."

What if we can't get it?

"Then you'll only have the right to use it, not the ownership. This will greatly hinder the construction and mining of the entire Planet."

Why didn't you say so sooner?

"You're oversimplifying things. At first, we didn't expect anyone would actually move here."

"Actually, according to the normal procedure, you should first go and talk to the Necrontyr. After reaching an agreement, my Dad and I can just stamp it."

"That simple?"

Simple?

Passing the rigorous scrutiny of those Necrontyr is no easy feat in itself.

But since Mortarion has said so, well, how can we not let him suffer a bit?

"Yes, it's that simple. So, what follows is your conversation with the representative of the Necrontyr. I await your good news."

After Curze and his men left, Trazyn and his two companions, who had been waiting outside, went inside.

"Welcome, welcome to the Imperium's Primarch to the Peaceful Star System," Trazyn said with a smile.

Mortarion looked at the three of them, feeling somewhat uncertain.

I should have had my fortune told before coming in.

"What do you three gentlemen need me to do?"

Haha, that's direct enough.

"Simply put, everything on Barbarus undergoes rigorous censorship: politics, economics, culture, beliefs, and even you yourself are subject to scrutiny."

"The specific reasons?"

"First, we need to determine that Barbarus's original social development and cultural system were not too backward."

"The value of the Peaceful Star System to the entire Imperium is now undeniable, and we don't want our new neighbor to be a religious charlatan who's always offering sacrifices."

"No problem, I agree on that."

"Furthermore, the personal screening of you is to determine that you are a normal person."

"A normal person?" Mortarion, somewhat puzzled.

"Yes, just like Old Han taught Curze, as Demigod of the Imperium, a single wrong thought can lead to tragedy, so we must make sure you're not a madman."

"That's too subjective, Your Excellency Trazyn."

"No, it's not subjective; we have our own methods."

What method?

"You'll be allowed to live as an ordinary person for a few years, under the most extreme circumstances. As long as you don't use your supernatural powers, you'll pass."

Is that how it is?

"That's fine, is there anything else?"

"There's one more thing, we need to assess your personal combat skills," Jia said.

Why is that?

"This is to ensure you can protect this Planet."

I was just kidding; I just wanted an excuse to beat you up.

"Okay, when do we start?"

"Now."

As soon as Trazyn finished speaking, Mortarion was transported into a Dimensional Space.

"Ten years. As long as you survive, there won't be any problems."

Hearing Trazyn's words, Mortarion looked around.

It was obvious that he had been locked up.

Is the Octagon a traditional part of Nostramo?

Mortarion himself is now locked in Octagon, and a very large Octagon at that.

He is now very curious about what he will face next.

"Someone has come in?"

"Who?!"

"Those damn Necrons, I hope you're as tough as that guy who came in last time. Prepare to die!"

Swish!

Boom!

Mortarion crashed directly into the Octagon's railing.

After the punch landed, Mortarion felt a bit of oxygen deprivation in his brain.

Now he clearly understood what kind of enemy he was facing.

Orks!

A three-meter-tall Orks!

Or more accurately, this is Trazyn's collection.

A Krork.

Then Mortarion began a ten-year war.

There is no concept of time and space here, but Mortarion's biological clock tells him that he has been fighting for a full ten years.

Outside, five minutes later Trazyn opened that Dimension cage.

Mortarion crawled out from inside.

"Did I... did I pass?"

Congratulations, you've passed.

Although Trazyn used some technological means to prevent the Krork from going berserk, Mortarion still had a difficult ten years.

It's a very difficult time.

Every time he's about to deal with the Krork, the entire Octagon's timer resets!

The Krork's stats will also be reset!

"That kid's really tough." Jia looked at Mortarion lying on the ground, and her anger subsided.

"As expected of Demigod of the Imperium of Man, awakening the Warp Essence makes all the difference; he's truly powerful," Orikan remarked.

"That's a relief. Hopefully, this kid won't bother Old Han so often in the future."

As she spoke, Jia took out a lollipop, put it in her mouth, and leisurely walked out.

"Let's go too. Let him lie here for a while until he wakes up, then he can take care of the rest himself."

"Okay, I'm hungry too."