Reforging the Body

Malcador knew that Han Mingxuan had left Terra with Lorgar and Magnus.

However, Malcador had no idea what specific agreements he had signed with the two Legion Primarch.

"Old Han, don't blame me, that was humanity's last line of defense. This isn't the time for them to make their move."

After returning to the Ullanor front, everything began to return to normal.

With the central region of the entire Ullanor System completely cleared out, coupled with the coordinated operations of the six Legions, the Imperium Expeditionary Fleet faced very little pressure.

"Old Han."

"Your Emperor, what's wrong?"

"The waves of fate are about to crash down."

The waves of fate?

Yes, the appointment of the Warmaster is imminent after the Ullanor Crusade concludes.

The appointment of Warmaster signifies that the Emperor will directly relinquish power, and the Great Crusade is entering its final stage.

Everything at the front was handed over to the Warmaster, who then began constructing the Webway.

"There's no smoke without fire, Your Emperor. Everything here has its reasons."

In fact, if Han Mingxuan hadn't existed, the one who would have been fueling the fire would have been the Emperor himself.

Even if Han Mingxuan appeared, the Emperor was the behind-the-scenes manipulator who fueled the situation.

Perhaps the more critical the moment in their lives, the more Emperors believed in fate and the more they wanted to take a gamble.

"Remember what you promised me. Space Marines aren't Thunder Warriors; they're more stable and more loyal."

"Is your choice still Lion El'Jonson?"

"I've said it before, the eldest son should be chosen, not the most virtuous. And by doing this, I haven't managed to leave your Centaurs without even their souls, have I?"

From this moment on, fate is shrouded in the Mist, Old Han.

"Don't be path-dependent, my old friend," Han Mingxuan said.

"Old Han, the situation here is stabilizing now. Come with me to the Luna, and bring Curze along."

"Although I've only been on the front lines for a short time and now I have to go to the Luna, which is quite frustrating, it really is time to go."

The Night Haunter's health issues must be addressed; otherwise, many things will remain unresolved once we return to the 40k timeline of the Original Canon text.

After all, if he really went back to the original timeline, Han Mingxuan himself had high hopes for the current Night Haunter.

"Why don't you go to the Luna Laboratory first and get your body sorted out, then I'll bring Curze over?"

"No need, Old Han. Actually, we have a backup of the Primarch's Flesh form."

"What?"

Han Mingxuan never imagined that the Emperor would prepare a backup.

"You need to understand, Old Han, the essence of Lesser Warp Gods is very difficult to destroy, while their physical bodies are just empty shells."

"By doing this, I'm essentially giving them a few more outfits."

"Okay, okay, I'll go find Curze."

After the day's combat mission ended, Han Mingxuan met Curze on the Nightfall.

"Dad, you're here."

"Hmm, I came to check on you. How's the collection of those 'Teeth of Gork and Mork' coming along?"

"They've all been collected. Of course, the boss took the Boss's share; the Eighth Legion didn't collect much, less than 10."

"The other four Legions gradually collected the rest, totaling less than 20."

"Okay, take it. Come with me, there's something I need to tell you."

It's best to collect the Teeth of Gork and Mork; leaving them out could allow others to use them to threaten the security of the Imperium of Man.

It's perfectly reasonable for the Primarch to hold onto it now.

Inside the secret room, the father and son sat facing each other.

"Night Haunter, come out for a moment."

In an instant, the Night Haunter appeared on another chair.

"Father."

"I said before that I would have the Emperor prepare a Flesh for you, and now the time has come."

"No way, Dad, is time really that tight? But the Ullanor Crusade isn't even over yet!"

"Stop joking, Curze. Regarding the Ullanor Crusade, do you think it's necessary to put all six Legions here right now?"

Upon hearing this, Curze shook his head, because his Dad was right; there was indeed no need to put all six Legions together.

The initial two Supernova explosions were extremely powerful.

It is no exaggeration to say that it directly reduced the entire center of the Ullanor System to ashes.

Currently, the planets in the Ullanor System are arranged in a ring, not a circle.

Two Legions would be enough to wipe out all the Orks in the entire Ullanor System.

"So, which two Legions do you plan to leave here?"

"Leave the First Legion and XVI Legions here to clean up the mess; the other Legions shall return to their regular Great Crusade missions."

"Father, if I may be so bold, isn't it a bit... a bit... to have the First Legion and the XVI Legion jointly carry out the Ullanor Crusade?"

The Night Haunter knows the future of the universe, although it is somewhat different from the future of this universe. However, the Lord of the First Legion has always wanted the position of Warmaster, while in the original history, the Lord of the XVI Legion was the Warmaster.

Now let's put these two Legions together.

If they have to compete for the Warmaster, it will probably be very troublesome.

"Don't overthink it, Night Haunter. Think about the Administratum."

Hiss.

Even in his soul form, the Night Haunter felt a toothache just thinking about the words "Administratum."

"Father, your wisdom is indeed beyond the comprehension of ordinary people."

"Dad, does that mean the Boss definitely going to be the Warmaster?"

"Who told him to be the Boss?"

If other factors were disregarded, Horus might still have a chance to compete for the position of Warmaster, but once political factors were added, Horus wouldn't even have time to run away.

"The eldest son of the Imperium, he's finally had his fill of being Warmaster," the Night Haunter laughed.

"Alright, Curze, pack your things and come with me to the Luna Gene Base."

"Okay, should I bring the others along?"

"No need, just bring my guards."

"Dad, are your guards even fit to appear before the Emperor?"

Indeed, the Emperor has already acknowledged the identity of Han Mingxuan's Thunder Warriors.

He even said that as long as Han Mingxuan could ensure that the Thunder Warriors wouldn't cause any problems, they could be kept.

However, if the Thunder Warriors were to actually appear directly in front of the Emperor, the relationship between the two sides would likely not be so friendly.

"Don't be nervous, I'll take care of everything, let's go."

Subsequently, Han Mingxuan gathered his guards and embarked on a journey to the Luna with the Emperor and Curze.

"Father of Night, what do you need us to do?"

Old Kamon knew very well that Han Mingxuan would never put them together with the Emperor unless absolutely necessary.

The fact that these outcasts of the old era have now met with their former commanders means there's a very special situation that needs to be addressed.

"When we come out of the Luna, I'm going to add someone to the team. Then you, lead the team, don't ask anything, don't say anything, and immediately return to Nostramo."

"Clear."

Old Kamon didn't know what Han Mingxuan was going to do; he just had to do as he was told.