The Investiture of the Warmaster (1)

On the Capital World of Ullanor, a massive conference hall has been completed.

Along with this conference hall, a huge Ceremonial Hall was also completed, where the most crucial moment in the history of the entire Imperium of Man would take Ceremonial Hall.

The conferment of the title of Warmaster of the Imperium of Man.

Once the news had spread throughout the entire Imperium, all the Primarch arrived.

They rode in their Flagships, led by their personal Retinue, and headed towards Ullanor without prior arrangement.

The entire process took 12 days, and all the Legions except the Eighth and XIV Legions were present.

As for why these two Legions have not yet arrived, everyone knows the reason.

The Homeworld of both Legions is in the Peaceful Star System.

At this very moment, the two Primarch, along with their Retinue Army and the Mortals from the Imperium of Man, were heading towards Ullanor.

Father of Night.

This is his honorific title.

From the lowest level of Miners in Nostramo to a great figure known throughout the Imperium.

The decades during which the Father of Night rose to prominence in the Imperium were undoubtedly great.

He vigorously promoted the Anti-Corruption, and although there was great resistance along the way, everything was eventually accomplished.

Immediately after the Anti-Corruption ended, the Father of Night initiated Military Reforms.

However, the entire process of Military Reform was not as high-profile as the Anti-Corruption campaign; instead, it won praise from the entire military system.

Glory Expedition.

This is the largest project in Military Reform, and it is also a system that has remained in place since the Military Reform began.

For the entire Imperial Army, especially for the Imperium Noble Army, the initiative proposed by the Father of Night was undoubtedly a great one.

It was precisely because of this system that the entire Imperium was able to witness the loyalty and bravery of the Imperium nobles.

Only then can everyone in the Imperium see clearly just how great the nobles who have followed the Emperor from the Unification Wars to the present day are.

Although the sacrifices were tragic, the glory and loyalty they displayed were unparalleled.

Before the Father of Night appeared, none of them could have imagined that a Mortals could, in just over a decade, garner unparalleled acclaim in every circle of the entire Imperium.

The Primarch were completely devoted to him, Mortals held him in the highest esteem.

His proposals and suggestions were of paramount importance to the entire Imperium, and both the Emperor and the Chancellor would give his opinions serious consideration.

Now that the Imperium is about to appoint Warmaster, everyone knows that the ceremony will not begin until the Father of Night arrives.

Soon, 13 days had passed since the message was sent, and the Father of Night finally arrived.

Behind him followed two Primarch, along with Nostramo's officials and representatives.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm so sorry, I'm getting old and my legs aren't very fast. I've kept you waiting."

Looking at everyone who had arrived, Han Mingxuan felt a little embarrassed for the first time.

"Father of Night, you flatter us. You are in the prime of your life, and it is our honor to await your arrival."

The first to speak was a representative of Mortals high-ranking officials from the Administratum, who looked at Han Mingxuan with great gratitude in his eyes.

If it weren't for the Father of Night's vigorous anti- Anti-Corruption campaign against all opposition, the entire Imperium's administrative system wouldn't be operating as efficiently as it is now.

It was precisely this action of the Father of Night that added two words to the entire Imperium's Bureaucratic System, two words that made them ecstatic.

Holiday.

Yes, it's Holiday.

This was extremely valuable to those within the Imperium bureaucracy.

"Your Emperor, it has been a long time since we last met." Han Mingxuan stepped past the crowd and looked at the Emperor at the head of the table.

"Yes, my old friend, it's been almost seven or eight years since we last saw each other."

"Haha, it seems everything is almost ready now," Han Mingxuan laughed.

"We're waiting for you and the kids."

The only meetings missing from the upcoming investiture ceremony are those with Han Mingxuan, Curze, and Mortarion.

The meeting can begin once the three of them have arrived.

However, Han Mingxuan did not offer much of an opinion on the meeting.

His attendance at the meeting prior to the ceremony was merely a formality; after all, the investiture of Warmaster was a major event for the Imperium, and as an important figure in the Imperium, his absence was unacceptable.

For Han Mingxuan, the real highlight was the investiture ceremony that followed, and the meeting that came afterward.

The meeting about Psyker was originally scheduled to be held on the Planet Nikaea.

However, due to Han Mingxuan's appearance, the meeting was moved directly to Ullanor and placed after the appointment of the Warmaster.

Time is of the essence; we can no longer wait for the meeting to be held in its original location.

During the meeting, Han Mingxuan mostly listened to the opinions of all parties and then looked at the Statue on the table.

After taking his seat, he noticed that only a handful of people on the entire conference table had Statues.

The Emperor himself and Malcador.

Primarch and myself, a Mortals.

However, the other representatives at the meeting did not seem to have much disagreement on this matter.

The meeting agenda was quickly finalized.

Han Mingxuan then walked up to the Emperor and Malcador.

"Old Han, it's been years since I've seen you. You've even started getting gray hair," Malcador said, somewhat absentmindedly.

"Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural order of life. Old Ma, why are you suddenly starting to feel sentimental?"

Upon hearing this, Malcador shook his head helplessly, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

That smile contained not only bitterness, but also bewilderment and helplessness.

"Old Han, for us Perpetual, a dozen years is too short; it's just a blink of an eye."

"But it was you, in that blink of an eye, who burst forth with a light comparable to Star, a light that was gentle and enduring, dazzling yet unforgettable."

"Alright, Old Ma, you were like this when I was young, and you're still like this now that I'm this old. Are you going to recite Sonnets at my grave after I die?"

"Ahem, Old Han, don't talk nonsense. You have a long life ahead of you," the Emperor quickly interrupted.

Although no one in the entire Imperium has explicitly mentioned it, everyone in the Imperium knows that the life or death of this Father of Night is a matter of great concern to the entire Imperium.

"Wasn't this what Old Ma started? He was talking so sadly, I thought I was going to die right now."

"You don't understand, Old Han. I've lived for nearly ten thousand years, and you're the first person like me in the entire history of the Imperium of Man."

Don't worry, it won't be the last one.

The Emperor and Malcador exchanged a glance, then looked at Han Mingxuan; the worry and disapproval in their eyes were self-evident.

"Many people can inherit your ideals and wisdom, Old Han, but in the entire Imperium, you, Han Mingxuan, are unique."

"Hahaha, believe in the future of the Imperium. I believe it every moment; there will always be successors."

"They will be more rational and wiser than people in our time."