The Last Gathering

"Sir, why don't you go and join the celebration parade?"

Standing behind Han Mingxuan, Futia voiced her doubts.

"Futia, I'm not young anymore. Participating in parades is very tiring. I prefer things to be quiet now."

"But why aren't you going?"

"Because you didn't go, sir."

Han Mingxuan didn't ask any further questions about this topic; he simply looked out the window at the crowds celebrating in the parade.

"Sir, you have many worries."

"Yes, Futia, humanity's fate has not come to an end; this is merely the beginning of another chapter."

Upon hearing this, Futia remained silent for a moment, and then she tried to comfort the man in front of her.

But after thinking it over, Futia realized that she couldn't do it.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I'm just a little melancholy, sir."

"Melancholy?"

"Yes, I still remember the first time I met you many years ago, but things have changed so much since then."

"Don't be sentimental, Lieutenant General. Let's go to the kitchen."

"Kitchen?"

"Yes, I'm planning to cook dinner."

When Han Mingxuan mentioned making dinner, Futia said nothing; she simply assisted him from the side.

From the moment of her birth, Futia possessed a portion of the Emperor's power, or rather, from the moment of her birth, she possessed a portion of the Emperor's humanity.

Although she didn't know what kind of plan the Emperor and Han Mingxuan had, since arriving in Ullanor, Futia could clearly sense that the three greatest people in the Imperium were shrouded in the Mist.

"Futia, go and buy me something."

"Yes."

Although it's currently the celebration parade period and transportation is inconvenient, since Han Mingxuan said so, she will naturally do it.

Not long after Futia left, the Night Haunter appeared beside Han Mingxuan.

Night Haunter, why don't you join the parade?

"You'll always need someone to take care of you, Father."

"Haha, I bet you have something on your mind, don't you?"

"Father... just think of it as me wanting to keep you company."

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, Konrad. Everything is possible with effort."

"I understand, Father, but if fate unfolds as it always has, it will be a huge blow to you."

The Night Haunter was always afraid; he feared that the fate of this world would be the same as its original fate.

Although Lion El'Jonson is the Warmaster in this world, as his brothers said in their secret conversation, the Warmaster's fate is not a good one.

During the time his soul was taken away by the Emperor, Konrad truly witnessed the tragic and dark fate that the term "Warmaster" represented.

Later on, the position of Warmaster could only be given to the Sun Lord.

"Life is full of ups and downs, that's normal, and we should face it with equanimity. Okay, enough of that, today is a happy day."

The father and son then busied themselves in the kitchen until Futia entered, at which point Konrad disappeared.

Han Mingxuan didn't prepare much for this dinner; it was just like any other gathering.

Before dinner, everything was ready, and all kinds of dishes were placed on the table.

The Emperor and the Chancellor arrived with all the Primarch.

You're back?

"Yes, Dad, I knew you were preparing dinner," Curze said with a smile.

"You're so clever, hurry up and wash your hands and eat. You guys too, hurry up."

Then, all the Primarch sat together at a long table.

The scene was joyful and exceptionally warm.

"Old Han, thank you. Thank you for everything you've done for the Imperium, and thank you for everything you've done for me."

The Emperor was delighted with the scene before him; this was the largest gathering of Primarch ever.

"Don't say that, Your Emperor. After all, we are friends, and old friends at that."

I salute you, my friend.

"Of course, of course."

"Dad, you're getting old, you shouldn't drink anymore."

"Hey, I'm happy today, let's have a couple more drinks."

Seeing Han Mingxuan's enthusiasm, Curze couldn't refuse, and seeing his Dad so happy made Curze even happier.

Although his Dad remained optimistic, with age and declining physical strength, he was no longer as flamboyant as before. Now that he was finally full of energy, Curze didn't stop him.

Finally, on this Planet, the Imperium's greatest Mortals and greatest Demigods gathered together.

Everything was harmonious and joyful, everything was the same as usual, and everything seemed so peaceful and serene.

At this moment, both the Emperor and the Primarch felt that the Imperium of Man had entered its next Dark Age of Technology.

But they could never have imagined how precious this peace and tranquility would be in the future.

After the dinner, none of the Primarch left; they began to organize the data on the Psyker within their Legions.

They knew very well that the meeting following the ceremony of bestowing the title of Warmaster would determine the future direction of the entire Imperium.

Psyker were the central topic of this meeting.

"Old Han, what are your plans regarding the Imperium Psyker?"

"Just like we agreed before, I will use my own methods to stabilize the Psyker problem. You must treat them well; they are the wealth of the Imperium of Man."

"But Psychic Power is dangerous, Old Han."

Han Mingxuan smiled as he looked at the Emperor.

"Emperor, we are actually quite similar at times; we are both stubborn about certain things."

"However, your approach is more forceful, while I stubbornly try to be flexible, so in that respect, we're the same kind of people."

"Since we met, I haven't tried to forcefully change you, so I hope you won't try to change me in this matter either."

"Humanity's future should be bright and full of hope, and it should also be inclusive."

"Psykers are Psykers, but they are also Psyker; they are our fellow human beings. You can even tolerate Xenos, so why can't you tolerate them?"

Hearing Han Mingxuan say this, the Emperor finally gave up his intention to advise Han Mingxuan.

Alright, alright. The plan is about to enter the next stage. I owe Old Han too much. Let him do whatever he wants.

A silence fell between the two, but Han Mingxuan still smiled and patted the Emperor on the shoulder.

"Before we begin, there's something I'd like you to do for me."

"Tell me, my old friend, and I'll help you with anything I can."

I want to see what you really look like.

As everyone knows, the Emperor's height is supported by Psychic Power, just like My Xiao Ma.

Upon hearing this, the Emperor did not refuse, and soon, an ordinary middle-aged man appeared in front of Han Mingxuan.

Han Mingxuan smiled and patted the other person on the shoulder.

"Neoth, keep going!"