The Emperor's Plan

Boom!

Dante was dumbfounded.

He never expected that his deepest secret would be casually revealed by someone who suddenly appeared.

"Whoosh!"

Dante swung his sword, Dante struck nothing.

Meanwhile, Xiulikas moved to the other side.

"Young man, I was able to arrive on the Red Tears silently, and then I arrived here silently."

"You couldn't even find me before I showed myself, so do you think it was necessary to take action?"

Who are you?!

The man shrouded in shadow revealed his greatest secret in a single sentence.

But now I have no way to deal with the other party.

In the end, Dante chose to lay down his weapon.

"That's more like it, young man. Shall we talk?"

What do you want to talk about?

Dante watched the other man warily.

"Let's make a contract. You fulfill this contract, and I'll grant you an irreversible death."

Irreversible... death?!

This is exactly what he's been dreaming of!

He has lived for over a thousand years, longer than the history of some Chapter; he has lived long enough.

Logically, if such an opportunity were truly presented to him, he should be overjoyed, but right now, he feels nothing.

Yes, I didn't feel anything at all.

Or rather, he's hesitant now.

After all, he is now by his father's side, in this era where Emperors roam the land.

It was incredibly glorious, like a dream.

"Don't be too greedy, dreams always end," Xiulikas said.

"..."

Dante fell silent.

If this is a dream, he hopes he will never wake up, but just as the mysterious man said, if it's a dream, there will always be a day when he wakes up.

What do you want?

"Heh, I need your fate."

"My... fate?"

Dante couldn't understand what the other person was saying.

"Yes, you are someone who appeared outside of destiny, and your destiny is extremely valuable."

"Where is the Father of Night?"

Dante knew he shouldn't be here, so the Father of Night in the history of the Imperium shouldn't be here either.

"He is a gift of fate, and I need your fate to give him a way to live."

What should we do?

Although Dante knew that the Father of Night shouldn't have appeared, Father of Night appearance was a great salvation for the world.

If there's anything you can do to help, then use it.

I need you to be an anchor point.

What kind of anchor point?

"This anchor point only needs to guarantee one thing: even if the fate of the Emperor and the Warmaster is unavoidable, the Warmaster must still be promoted."

"You want to murder the God-Emperor?!"

"If we don't do this, humanity is doomed. If the Father of Night follows the fate of the Emperor, do you think humanity will have any chance of survival in the universe?"

If the Father of Night were to ascend to the Emperor, he would be half-dead. In that case, it wouldn't just be an Imperium of Man that would be torn apart, but the entire Milky Way Galaxy!

Putting aside everything else, the Necrontyr alone could wipe out the entire human race hundreds of times.

Even if Dark King is born then, so what?

Dante fell into a long silence.

"What do you plan to do if I don't do this?"

"Your body and your soul are equally useful."

I'll sign.

Han Mingxuan was fast asleep in his room.

"Xiao Han, wake up."

"Hmm? What brings you here?"

As soon as Han Mingxuan opened his eyes, he saw the Will of Earth sitting at the table looking at him.

"How could I not come? If I hadn't come, you'd be sitting on the toilet."

"Uh... it can't be that serious, can it? With my soul strength, Golden Throne can't burn me to death."

Han Mingxuan's thoughts on the Emperor's plan were simple.

Since my soul stats are strong enough, I'll just go for it.

"Foolish! If you really do that, you'll be a vegetable when you get back."

Huh?

"That bad?"

This was something Han Mingxuan never expected.

He knew about the plan, but he never imagined he would become a vegetable.

"Yes, it's that bad."

The Emperor's plan was simple: he would become the Warmaster and let Han Mingxuan follow in his footsteps.

Because Han Mingxuan's soul power is strong enough, the Emperor is destined to lose.

If he loses, then without a doubt, Han Mingxuan will become a living dead sitting on the Golden Throne.

The Father of Night will take the Emperor's place!

Because of their Perpetual nature, Emperors can be reborn within a certain period of time.

At this moment, the fates of the Emperor and the Warmaster were brought to an end, while Neoth, having taken over the fate of the Father of Night, a branch outside of his own destiny.

Then, humanity's Great Crusade will enter a new phase, and humanity will usher in Dark Age of Technology or even a future more powerful than the Dark Age of Technology!

This process was incredibly arduous, but the Father of Night was still alive, so he could keep the Necrons in check, forcing them to help the Imperium of Man.

As for Tzeentch?

But let's not forget that the Father of Night represents hope for the entire world.

If Neoth were Tzeentch take the fate of the Father of Night, He would also seize the opportunity to get a share.

So, the final result is obvious: humanity has a bright future, and Tzeentch doesn't have to die.

At that point, we can directly deliver the happy ending, but it will be tough on the Father of Night.

"That Huangpizi is really dishonest."

According to Han Mingxuan's original plan, at most, the Tzeentch would suffer a few blows, and the Emperor wouldn't have to suffer too much.

After all, the Primarch had already taught them properly. If they still managed to cause trouble by sitting on the toilet, then the Huangpizi deserved it.

But to his utter surprise, the Huangpizi wasn't satisfied with just silver; it wanted gold too.

It's also his own fault; sometimes he tends to overlook something.

The Huangpizi comes from a gambler.

Since he's a gambler, whether the odds are 1 to 10, it's still gambling; clearly, he chose the latter.

"Heh, Xiao Huang even dares to scheme against me, that's really underhanded."

"You even schemed against me?!"

"Otherwise, he's certain I won't let anything happen to you. Even if you really become a vegetable, I'll still take action, that's why he dared to do this."

"I have to say, he's incredibly bold."

"What should we do then?"

"Aren't you going to find a solution yourself?"

"Hey, isn't it because you're here? If I were to show off, wouldn't everyone laugh their heads off?"

"You little rascal, all you do is slack off."

Without a second thought, the Will of Earth produced a set of tools.

"Dice?"

"Yes, dice."

"Seriously? They're still rolling dice at this hour?"

"You've stayed up all night countless times on Earth, haven't you? Want to gamble?"

What are we betting on?

"Let's bet on Xiao Huang's fate," the Will of Earth said. "One round to decide the winner. If you win, I'll try my best to give him a happy ending in this world."

"I won. Now I'm taking you away. Let Xiao Huang clean up the mess."

"Sic Bo?"

"Right."

Do you want me to gamble?

"You little rascal, you've used up all your intelligence here."