The Chancellor's Uncertainty

"The Boss, urgent telegram from the Sixth Legion." Shen hurriedly came to Curze.

"Read."

"Since the Nostramo Recruitment, the combat skills of the Nostramo-descended have been excellent, but there are significant problems with their compatibility with the Legion."

"Eight Brother, I'm recruiting soldiers, but you have to provide me with after-sales service."

"Although these Little Wolf Cubs have already been implanted with my Gene-seed, you still need to work on their mindset, so for the time being, you will be in charge of the Nostramo-descended."

Where are they?

"The personnel are already being deployed; Animus is in charge of the liaison."

Curze nodded.

Upon hearing the news about the Sixth Legion, everyone present suddenly realized what was going on.

As expected of Russ, he even came up with this kind of idea.

The Nostramo-descended were placed under the leadership of Curze, but the Legion's original Homeworld personnel remained untouched.

In this way, not only can they help Curze, but they can also express their stance, and the Legion's fighting force can be preserved.

"Eight Brother, the person is yours now."

After saying this, Roboute immediately issued the transfer order and then returned to Macragge.

"Since Uncle has already said that my Legion should remain neutral, then I will try my best to remain neutral. I'll return to the Baal System first. Also, I'll leave the authority to mobilize the Nostramo-descended to you."

Finally, Roboute and Sanguinius also left.

"And what about you?"

"We don't do that. Just tell us what you want to do," the Khan said.

The Khan's choice was actually quite reluctant.

Choose either the Imperium of Man or the Warp.

In contrast, the Imperium of Man was somewhat of a kindred spirit, so he chose to pledge allegiance.

With the addition of his Uncle, the Imperium of Man flourished.

This even made him feel like he had made the right choice.

But now my Uncle is in trouble, and his fate is unknown.

If he had to choose between the Emperor and his Uncle, the Khan would choose the latter without hesitation, not for any other reason than that the changes in the Imperium were brought about by his Uncle.

We have to wait now.

"Waiting for what?" Ferrus Manus asked.

"Wait for news from A Fa; he's already gone to Terra."

At the same time, Terra.

Outside the Terra Throne Room, Dorn stopped an Imperial Fists Space Marine.

You can't go in.

"My lord, protecting the Imperial Palace is our duty; we are currently conducting a routine patrol."

"Alpharius, you can't go in."

If Dorn hadn't known that these were turbulent times and that he was specifically in charge of the final verification of this area...

It seems we'll have to let Alpharius in.

"Dorn, don't stop me."

Alpharius knew very well that if someone else discovered the clues, he could still pretend, but if it was Dorn, there was no need for that.

Since we're both Primarch, it's best to be honest with each other.

You can't go in.

"My Uncle's fate is unknown; I must know the truth."

The truth is not important now.

"The truth matters, Dorn, I need to know now."

Dorn stared coldly at Alpharius, his mind in turmoil.

Or Dorn can now say with absolute certainty that something must have happened to his Uncle.

But as the commander of the Adeptus Custodes, he could not say that.

If it weren't for his responsibilities, he would have liked to go with his brothers to ask the Emperor what was going on.

But he can't do that.

He had no choice but to accept his responsibility.

It seems one of us is destined to fall today.

"If this calms you down, then go for it."

Finally, the two brothers arrived at a secluded, deserted spot.

However, they did not take any action.

"Alpharius, I remain neutral regarding this matter."

"Going through the motions but not putting in the effort?"

"The Emperor needs to give his Uncle and his Scions an explanation."

Alpha nodded and prepared to leave, but was stopped by Dorn.

"Etc."

"What's up?"

"The Nostramo-descended and Seventh Legion and the original Space Marines of the Seventh Legion have encountered integration problems. I now request that you bring these people back to Nostramo so that Curze can personally train them."

Alpharius looked at Dorn in astonishment; he never expected Dorn to say such a thing.

"I've said it before, the Imperial Fists remains neutral, except for the Nostramo people."

"So, Uncle really had an accident?"

"I don't know the truth either, Alpharius. The only four words I can tell you are..."

Their fate is unknown.

After saying this, Dorn handed his transfer order to Alpharius and then left.

Watching Dorn leave, Alpharius didn't feel relieved at all; instead, he felt extremely anxious.

But as the Primarch, he knew what he should do now; it wasn't time to leave yet. He had to go see someone.

The Imperium Chancellor, his Teacher, the Malcador the Sigillite.

Having made up his mind, Alpharius quickly arrived at the Chancellor's Residence.

Following the route he remembered, he arrived silently at Malcador's Office.

"A Fa is here, sit down."

"Teacher, you look terrible."

"Is there?"

"Have."

Now, Malcador's eye sockets are sunken, and the area around his eyes is dark. His white hair, which used to have some luster, now looks more like withered white.

"What happened to Uncle?"

"I can't say, but I have something Old Han left for you here."

As he spoke, Malcador handed Alpharius an Evernight Secret Edict.

"Are you sure this was left by your Uncle?"

As an intelligence agent, Alpharius's first reaction upon receiving something was always suspicion.

"Yes, he left this to me before the Ullanor Crusade was even over. Looking back now, he saw a very distant future."

Alpharius opened the paper, which contained only a very short sentence.

Do not believe in Human Mystery Cult.

After Alpharius finished reading these, the original Evernight Secret Edict spontaneously combusted, leaving not even ashes.

"I should go now, Teacher."

Let's go.

"Aren't you going to stop me?"

Whether I stop you or not, what's meant to happen will happen.

If Alpharius is stopped and too much time passes, the Alpha Legion internal emergency protocol will be activated, and Curze will be informed.

Even if you don't stop him, he'll still send the message back, and the result will be the same.

Just as Alpharius was about to leave, Malcador asked a question.

"A Fa, do you think all of this is true or false?"

With Han Mingxuan's disappearance and the Primarch's actions, even Malcador was somewhat dazed.

Han Mingxuan's time in the Imperium was short, less than 30 years, but during that time the Imperium was indeed very glorious, and rationality and justice prevailed everywhere.

Now, Han Mingxuan has suddenly disappeared, and a future even darker than originally Prophecy is gradually emerging, leaving Malcador feeling bewildered.

"I don't know if it's true or not, Teacher, but your Uncle's existence has indeed brought about tremendous changes in my brothers."

"The facts are undeniable, leaving no room for doubt or denial."

"Sigh, go ahead."