The real master

"You once said that both the palm and the back of the hand are flesh and blood."

"That's true, but do you know which 'yellow' in 'Xiao Huang' refers to?"

Which one?

"It's the 'locust' in 'leech'."

Forehead...

That makes a lot of sense.

"If that kid finds out I helped him, he'll do everything he can to get me to help him again. I can't do that, and I don't want to."

"He needs to know that you won this opportunity, otherwise he won't go too far."

"Alright, I'll just shake it randomly then."

Six sixes.

"You've won, so listen to my plan."

"No, you haven't even shaken it yet."

"The maximum is six sixes, how else can you shake it?"

"Like in TV dramas, where they shake the dice until they break."

"You really watch too many TV dramas. Alright, listen to my plan."

"Please speak."

"It's quite simple. In my classification, I call the timeline you're in the Official History, the Warhammer you're familiar with the Original Canon, and another one the Apocrypha."

"When Xiao Huang executes the plan, I'll put you, Big Curze, and Dante all into the 40K timeline of the Official History."

"With your abilities, you'd thrive there, but here, Xiao Huang is in for a rough time. It's a done deal that he'll be sitting on the toilet."

"Furthermore, within the Original Canon timeline, it's easier to extract the soul."

The mention of the Night Haunter Dante immediately brought Han Mingxuan to mind.

How did those two get here?

"I brought the big shell over along as a side project, to provide you with some initial protection. During this process, due to the multi-threaded operation, there were some insignificant vulnerabilities, which allowed Klein to figure something out."

"Then Xiao Huang used Klein's research findings to bring Dante over."

"So, Dante is from another timeline?"

"That's right."

"Sending me to 40K wouldn't do the world any good either. It can't just be so he can sit on the toilet, can it?"

"Heh, that Xiao Huang dares to scheme against me. I'll teach him a lesson he won't forget. Let him have his own headaches later."

"We were just talking about a family-friendly event."

"Hehe, my job is just to get him to sit there. As for whether the family will have a happy ending, that depends on whether he still believes in fate or is willing to take a gamble."

"If Xiao Huang hadn't always believed in so-called fate, you wouldn't be using the toilet."

"Besides, Xiao Huang has always had a credit deficit, so he can't directly use his card here."

"He wants to pay out 100 times the stake, but that's no fun. Let's make it 10,000 times the stake."

"Alright, I'm going back to my hometown now."

"You really went back?"

"Yeah, we're almost at the end of the Great Crusade, so there's no point in me just sitting around. Oh right, I still have some power left, I should make good use of it."

This is a mess.

Huangpizi, oh Huangpizi, you'd better pray for yourself.

The next morning, Han Mingxuan met the Emperor.

"Old Han, what can I do for you?"

"The Emperor."

"What?"

Take care, this battle won't be easy.

"You too, Old Han."

In the Emperor's view, the one who truly needed to be protected was Han Mingxuan.

After all, whether it's the battle against Ullanor or the plans that follow, Han Mingxuan is the one who suffers the most.

However, Han Mingxuan's words about taking care were because the real mastermind was about to exert their strength.

Whether Neoth is the Emperor or the Black King, he can only be controlled by fate.

"Keep an eye on things at the front; I need to go back."

"Okay, do what you want."

Han Mingxuan then set off and returned to Nostramo.

Upon returning, he only met the Silent King.

"Mr. Han, is everything going smoothly?"

"The initial arrangements went smoothly; at least the Orks Fleet's mobilization speed wasn't as fast as I expected."

"However, I didn't come back this time to talk to you about the Orks; it's about what happens after I die."

"Sir, you must not speak recklessly."

"Take it easy, Szarekh. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are all part of life."

"Gentlemen..."

"Listen to me. The only certainty is that I will not die."

Call!

"Sir, please don't speak in such a halting manner."

Upon hearing that Han Mingxuan would not die, the Silent King instantly felt relieved.

But I will disappear for a long time.

"Disappeared? Is it related to the Emperor of Mankind's plan?"

"Yes, I can only tell you this news. If too many people know, it's not a good thing."

"What about Trazyn?"

"I will write him a letter; if he asks about it later, just give him the letter."

"During my absence, I hope you can prepare for the War in Heaven."

"Is it still inevitable that we can't escape the worst outcome?"

"There's nothing we can do. Neoth always talks about fate and such. Since he wants a definite fate, then we'll give him a definite fate."

The Silent King nodded, but he knew that Han Mingxuan's matter was not yet finished.

"There's one more very important thing."

"Sir, what is it?"

"Don't let Curze do anything foolish."

"I understand, sir, but if you disappear because of the Emperor of Mankind, you can't just lock Curze up. After all, as a son, his emotions and actions are understandable."

"Simple: if he wants to cut off the Emperor's head, you must ensure the Emperor lives."

Now, because of Will of Earth's alternative plan, the Emperor's plan is absolutely doomed to fail.

What if Curze twisted the Emperor's brain off and used it as a ball? What would happen when the Black King woke up?

Although the conditions for the Black King's awakening do not exist in this era.

But who can guarantee that?

The laws of cause and effect, and the laws of time, are different in this world today.

"Okay, I've got that in mind."

After saying this, Han Mingxuan didn't linger; he still needed to return to Terra.

"Sir, let Urtana go with you."

Since he took over the affairs of the Ullanor Crusade, Urtana has replaced Futia in charge of logistics for Nostramo.

"Alright, Nostramo is now in your hands."

"Don't worry, sir, Nostramo will be waiting for your safe return."

Han Mingxuan left Nostramo, with Urtana by his side.

Terra, the Imperium of Man.

"Old Han, what brings you to my place?"

"Old Ma, as you know, my Warmaster is holding the line at the Great Crusade front, there won't be any problems."

"You've already put Lion El'Jonson in office? That's fast! But that's like you, decisive and efficient."

"No, my Warmaster is now Emperor."

"Cough cough! What did you say?!"

The Emperor has become Old Han's Warmaster?!

"You... you're not kidding?"

"Of course I'm not joking, the Emperor himself said it."

"Is he insane?!"

Han Mingxuan quietly watched the angry old man, who looked like a ripe, red eggplant, but with hardly any moisture.

"Calm down."

"This isn't about getting angry or not, Old Han. You don't know what Warmaster means."

"Of course I know that, which is why I came here."