The Bat's Iron Fist

To the Night Haunter, the Emperor is a bastard.

Because after he was Fated Death, his soul did not disappear; instead, it was captured by the Emperor.

Yes, they were captured by the Emperor.

The mummified corpse sitting on the Golden Throne prevented his soul from finding peace.

It can be said that from the day after his death, his soul has been tormented by words.

In addition, he also had to watch those Mortals, terrified by the Warp Daemon, abandon their reason and worship that mummified corpse as a god.

Of course, besides these, what the Night Haunter found most unacceptable was that the voice of the mummified corpse kept echoing in his soul.

It could even be said that after the mummified corpse took him away, the corpse simply treated him as its confidant.

It's no exaggeration to say that the mummified corpse's soul suddenly displayed a burst of humanity at that moment, but it was the Night Haunter suffered the consequences.

He was tormented by the Prophecy of the soul, and also by the torment of the mummified corpse.

Throughout those long years, these words echoed in the Night Haunter's ears.

Malcador is a bastard.

Humanity's fate is far too tragic.

My son, I'm so sorry, but fate has forced me to push you into Horus Heresy.

When it's all over, I will redeem you.

During that time, those three sentences echoed deep within his soul, and the Night Haunter cursed with every swear word he could think of countless times.

That's precisely why he called the Emperor a bastard.

From the words the Emperor kept repeating, the Night Haunter could tell that the Emperor had willingly abandoned half of his brothers for the sake of his so-called damned fate.

That damn hypocrite, that bastard.

Even tigers don't eat their cubs.

So now that he has Flesh, the Night Haunter doesn't treat the Emperor well.

The group eventually returned to Nostramo.

"Father, I'd like to speak with Curze alone."

"Of course, no problem, go ahead."

After watching the two brothers leave, Han Mingxuan also planned to contact Perturabo.

If his memory serves him correctly, after the Ullanor Crusade ends, the entire Seventh Legion will be conscripted back to Terra as the Royal Guard.

It was at this time that the reputation of the Terra Guard of the Seventh Legion spread throughout the Imperium.

However, Perturabo was also involved in the construction of the Imperial Palace at the beginning.

It was later taken over by the Seventh Legion.

Although Perturabo's personality has changed a lot now, Han Mingxuan felt he still needed to take precautions.

If the Seventh Legion were to be recalled to Terra after the Ullanor Triumph.

He would then transfer the IV Legion to help build the Fortifications of Nostramo.

Hopefully, this will give Perturabo some peace of mind.

At the same time, Curze and the Night Haunter did not go directly to the bedroom, but instead entered a Dimensional Space.

"My brother, why have you come here?"

"Don't play dumb with me, Night Haunter. Don't think I don't know you originally planned to come here."

"No, no, no, my brother, you're overthinking it. I just want to see our bedroom."

"That's my bedroom, you flying mouse."

Your father told you from the beginning not to be so hard on yourself.

Upon hearing the Night Haunter say that, Curze immediately exploded.

"You filthy Xenos bastard! You were awake from the beginning, weren't you?!"

"But you despicable Xenos, you actually dragged this out for a whole year! You made your Dad take care of you for a whole year!"

"How many years did you spend with your father? I only spent one year. As the Judge, do you think that's unfair?"

"That's absolutely unfair! You bastard! Do you even know how many gray hairs your Dad has grown this past year?!"

What?

Upon hearing what Curze said, the Night Haunter was instantly stunned.

A year ago, Dad didn't have a single gray hair, but a year later, he has three more gray hairs.

"My father adopted me when he was 26, and he's still not 45."

"Eighteen years! A full eighteen years! In these eighteen years, he hasn't grown a single gray hair!"

"But because of you, you bastard, he got gray hair in just one year! You deserve to die!"

Listening to Curze's accusations, the Night Haunter was slow to react. When he finally came to his senses, he was overcome with excruciating pain.

Curze punched him, sending him flying.

"You dead rat from the dustbin of history, what makes you think you can beat me?!"

"No, brother, let me explain."

"Explain yourself to my fists!"

Immediately afterwards, the Grand Inquisitor launched a crushing beating on the Night Haunter.

Yes, it's crushing.

Although the Night Haunter possesses an unparalleled advantage in Psychic Power precognition.

But don't forget that the Warp Essence of the Grand Inquisitor has now undergone a fundamental change.

His Warp Essence is very special; it is himself.

He held the scales himself, with his heart on one side and his sword on the other, and a Code beside the scales.

At this moment, the power of the scales was brought to its fullest potential.

No matter what tricks the Night Haunter uses, his power and that of the Grand Inquisitor will be forcibly balanced.

However, once their strengths were evenly matched, the Grand Inquisitor's advantage became apparent.

His golden heart brought him an unparalleled boost in power, a complete transformation from Flesh to soul.

"Old man, don't think that just because you exist in this world you have the right to swagger in front of me!"

"If it weren't for Dad speaking up, you'd still be nothing but a rat in my eyes!"

After venting his emotions, Curze calmed down, while the Night Haunter now had dark circles under his eyes.

But he didn't blame Curze; he blamed himself.

My father's hair has turned gray.

These words echoed in his soul like a magic spell.

"Curze, should I never have been born?"

"Night Haunter, if you truly harbor such cowardly thoughts, then you've truly wasted everything your Dad taught you."

Upon hearing this, the Night Haunter remained silent for a long time.

I want to see my father.

"Don't even think about plucking his gray hairs. I tried it before, and he wouldn't let me."

"Why is that?"

"My Dad said that if you pull one up, ten will grow back. I don't know where he heard that from."

Upon hearing Curze's words, the Night Haunter laughed instead.

"Haha, that's definitely something a father would say."

"Let's go, let's go outside."

Now?

"What else? If you want to stay here, I have no problem with that. But if you don't come out with me, and I forget about this Dimensional Space, you'll be trapped here forever."

Finally, the Night Haunter Curze left this Dimensional Space and returned to their bedroom together.

Of course, no one else would see the whole process, and it would be a shame if others knew that there were two identical Grand Inquisitors.

The entire Imperium of Man will be thrown into chaos.