When the Dream Ends

"Father, do you know what it means to be the second-ranked candidate in the Evernight Legion Reserves?"

"What?"

"This means that if the Evernight Legion suffers any losses, I will become a member of the Evernight Legion."

A member of the Evernight Legion.

If Sigismund said this to anyone else, they would definitely think he was a bastard without any Legion honor.

But Dorn was calm and clear-headed.

He knew what this meant.

To put it dramatically, this means that a member of the Evernight Legion has become their Scions.

Have you ever officially fought against the Evernight Legion?

"I've fought them, Father. It's no exaggeration to say that they are much stronger than me."

"That's why I said I'd only have a chance to get in when they suffer losses and need replacements."

After hearing these words, Dorn thought about them carefully again before calming down.

In other words, it's not that Sigismund himself truly possessed the strength of the Evernight Legion, but rather that he was the most likely substitute whenever a gap appeared.

How much of a gap is there between you and that young soldier?

"I don't know, Father."

"Have no idea?"

"Yes, Father, I know it's irresponsible for a soldier of the Seventh Legion to say such a thing, but I truly didn't know."

What are the specific reasons?

"The Thirteen-Person Group always had that young soldier with them during their daily training."

Now that's settled, Dorn is silent.

Nowadays, everyone knows that Thirteen-Person Group squad can keep up with Curze's speed in combat.

If they bring that kid Nova along for daily training, then the opponent's strength is quite evident.

His initial urge to hold Sigismund accountable vanished completely, and he patted Sigismund on the shoulder.

"You've become stronger, Sigismund. You've become very strong. No matter when or where, you'll always be my proudest son."

Using some of the words that Curze often used, Dorn formed a sentence in his mind.

Under the pressure of being overpowered, Sigismund the Boss.

"For your glory and the glory of the Master of Terra, Father!"

"Come back to the Legion with me, Sigismund. I believe what you've learned in Nostramo over the years can bring about profound changes to the Legion."

"Yes!"

After bidding farewell to Han Mingxuan, Dorn took Sigismund back to Terra.

On the way back to Terra, Sigismund glanced in the direction of Nostramo from time to time.

"Sigismund, what's wrong?"

"Father, I hate to say this, but Nostramo's charm is unparalleled; these six years have felt like a dream."

"Everyone on the Planet has shown me the life and future that humanity should have."

Upon hearing this, Dorn also looked in the direction of Nostramo.

"Therefore, Sigismund, everything we are doing now is for the sake of making that future available to the entire Imperium of Man."

"The existence of Nostramo gives us the conviction that such a future exists, and that our struggle is not in vain."

"For humanity, Father."

"For humanity, my child."

Inside a secret chamber on an unknown Planet in the universe.

Xiulikas held a dagger in his hand, staring at the magic circle in front of him.

"Louis Dante, it's time for you to go."

"I know, sir, I know I must go, but please let me take one last look at this world, let me take one last look at this era."

Dante spoke, he looked at the things around him.

Those were his packed luggage.

Several books that the Father of Night had given him specifically, and the white laurel wreath he wore on his head.

"Dreams are always alluring, great warrior."

"Yes, even someone like me still wants to indulge in a beautiful dream and not want to wake up."

"But I am Scions of Sanguinius, and I do not betray the Blood of Sanguinius!"

Finally, Xiulikas activated the formation, Dante vanished without a trace, turning into a speck of light.

The excess Power of Fate that he brought with him was entirely collected by Xiulikas.

"After nearly 10 years of preparation, I hope I won't need this."

Xiulikas looked at the old pocket watch in his hand, his heart heavy.

Neoth, that reckless fellow, he's a complete gambler.

But he had no idea what his gamble would have for the entire universe.

Or rather, even if he knew, he would still gamble.

In the torrent of fate, Dante's consciousness and soul are drifting, heading towards his original world and original destiny.

Where am I?

If I remember correctly, I was supposed to be dying.

Perhaps I had a beautiful dream before I died.

I dreamt of my father, and I was standing beside him.

Great Angel of the Imperium, our Father, what a perfect being.

I dreamt of the Great Crusade, of the Emperor and the Primarch in the Great Crusade.

The Emperor still roams the Imperium, his reason and wisdom unparalleled.

What a beautiful dream.

Now it's time to wake up from this dream, and it's time for me to die.

"Tsk, little guy, this was my mistake. Try your best to survive."

Just as his consciousness was about to fade, Dante suddenly heard a kind voice.

He tried hard to pinpoint the direction from which the sound was coming, and eventually he located the location.

There, there was a golden figure.

It was a woman, about 1.8 meters tall, surrounded by golden light, so only her outline could be seen, not the details.

Finally, he could no longer maintain his consciousness, and in the turbulent currents of fate, only that golden figure remained.

"Sigh, I'm more familiar with the Multiverse. Time to take over, time to take over."

Deep within the Well of Eternity in the Warp, the golden figure aboard the small boat lost its luster and opened its eyes.

If Han Mingxuan were here, he would be able to tell that this person is clearly the Will of Earth!

"Who would have thought that the Perpetual of this world would pull off something like this? Luckily, I usually like to have a backup plan."

After saying this, the Will of Earth arrived at a black Beach.

There was one person, or rather, half a person, on that Beach.

Because half of that person's body was buried in the sand.

"Xiao Han, I hope you can be faster in the original timeline, otherwise if I have to do it myself, this place will be gone."

The Will of Earth did not leave; instead, it moved a chair and sat down next to that figure.

After that, the Will of Earth didn't say much; she simply hummed a broken melody indistinctly.

That was a lullaby.

Warhammer 40,000: The Imperium Nihilus.

"He's awake! The Chapter Master is awake!"

Almost the instant Dante regained consciousness, the Apothecary's voice reached his ears.

I'm... back?

I... didn't die?!

Was it all just a dream?