Misery! (2)

As for Malcador?

If Malcador were in the Administratum, he wouldn't need to make this special trip to appease the public.

So where is Malcador?

Don't even mention it, just thinking about Dorn makes me want to pinch his philtrum.

Malcador is Flower cultivation!

What kind of time is this to be thinking about Flower cultivation?!

Although everyone knows this is a low-intensity war, we can't just let it go and allow the whole of Terra to descend into chaos!

In addition, there are Emperors.

Since his Uncle got into trouble, the Emperor has been staying in the Throne Room and refusing to see anyone.

Dorn felt that the Emperor was simply waiting to die!

Couldn't they at least step forward and say a few words to calm things down?

He is indeed responsible for defending Terra, but surely he doesn't have to shoulder the entire burden alone?

He is a stone, not Malcador!

Of course, at least all of this can be discussed in person.

But there's still a group of people we can't negotiate with.

That was the Adeptus Custodes.

Those guys are completely impervious to reason.

From the moment the Emperor stopped coming out of the Throne Room, every time Dorn went to find Emperor, he was turned away by Valdor.

Moreover, he has already begun sending people to keep watch at key points in Terra.

If handled even slightly improperly, the first people these Adeptus Custodes will deal with are the Space Marines on Terra.

This is infuriating!

Dorn would rather fight a Rangdan Campaign or go and fight the Orks!

The entire Imperium of Man now rests on his shoulders.

This clearly means they want him to play the entire game.

Of course, besides Dorn feeling Despair, the people in the Departmento Munitorum were also feeling Despair.

They did contact other Legions, but Legion all made excuses to avoid it.

Suppressing the rebellion?

What rebellion are you talking about?

Is there Horus Heresy?

Who Horus Heresy?

You're talking about large-scale accountability within the Legions?

Don't be ridiculous, when the Imperium Anti-Corruption, Primarch even participated in large-scale meetings.

If they wanted to Horus Heresy, they would have Horus Heresy long ago; why wait until now?

Of course, the only thing that brought them some comfort was that the XVI Legion gave a positive response.

But is one Legion enough?

That's simply not enough.

Meanwhile, inside the XVI Legion, Horus was busy fiddling with his bald head.

He is truly heartbroken right now.

This is clearly a united effort by all the brothers to demand an explanation from their father.

From a sentimental standpoint, there's no problem.

Moreover, it was precisely because of his Uncle's existence that Astartes entered the Imperium power structure.

Although it wasn't exactly wonderful, the result was good.

However, this is illogical.

The last time all the Primarch returned to Terra in a large-scale operation, at least they only brought a portion of them.

But this time it's different; this time, all the mobile troops have been mobilized.

If there's even the slightest problem, it will explode immediately, blasting Terra into the sky.

He wanted to help, but his Scions wouldn't allow it.

He was deeply fond of the Scions of the Nostramo-descended, and he embraced them.

On this issue, for him, it's a matter of duty on one hand and consideration for his Scions on the other.

Horus has been so worried about this lately that he's lost his appetite and even has dark circles under his eyes.

It's like swallowing a bitter pill; you can't express your suffering.

Finally, Horus took off his gold ring, held it in his hand, and took a deep breath.

"Sejanus!"

"Exist!"

"Move troops back to Terra!"

"But Father, if this happens..."

"Never mind that for now, let's go back and talk about it. Once we're back, we'll hold our positions and wait for the results of my discussion with Dorn."

"Clear."

At the same time, Nostramo.

As the Primarch troops set off, the atmosphere in Nostramo grew increasingly oppressive.

At this point, Klein and Oll Persson approached Trazyn.

"You've arrived."

"Curator, we..."

"Klein, you tell me everything about your plans with the Emperor. I need to know everything."

"Yes, at the beginning of my research, I discovered a wisp of power from another world. I captured it, crafted it into a Klein bottle, and presented it to the Emperor."

"This Klein bottle can bring a person into this world, or send a person to another timeline. Our idea is to send Mr. Han there."

"What's the reason?"

Trazyn hasn't erupted yet because the Celestial Orrery on the Silent King's side is already prepared.

If anything goes wrong with these Perpetual's plans, the Celestial Orrery will be activated immediately.

"We want to turn Nostramo into the new Terra, but our Homeworld is barely surviving and lacks sufficient influence."

"Only someone like Mr. Han can gather enough power in other worlds to stabilize the new Terra."

"The initial plan was to have Mr. Han go there to complete the weight collection, so that the Klein bottle would be recharged and he could go to the next stop."

"Recharge? And the next stop? Does that mean Old Han won't be able to come back if the weight collection isn't completed?"

"We are well aware that behind Mr. Han stands a figure of extraordinary talent and influence."

"So you're gambling?! Gambling with my brother's life?!"

Trazyn really wants to set these guys off with firecrackers right now!

"No, there was no need to gamble; they were all Emperors."

"That bastard again, what did he do?"

"He used the power he originally had to send Mr. Han there to summon a Blood Angels, and then the energy was exhausted."

"You mean that guy named Dante?"

"Yes."

Trazyn has Han Mingxuan's blood in him, and his memories cannot be corrected by fate, so he remembers them clearly.

"But why did Old Han still disappear?"

"This is related to his deal with the Warp God."

"What are the specific transaction details?"

"I don't know. I had everything arranged, but then I was trapped by that Chaos Gods."

"I suspect that during this period, the Emperor and that Chaos Gods made some deals that I'm unaware of, which is precisely why Mr. Han disappeared."

Is Old Han dead or alive?

Klein silent; he didn't know what to say.

Because he didn't know either.

"How do you start that Klein bottle?"

"Have no idea."

Upon hearing those three words, Trazyn instantly exploded.

"You guys should all have your brains knocked out by Curze! You dare to release such immature technology? Don't you want to live?!"

"Curator, I was trying to find a solution after confirming that the Emperor had acted on his own, but as you know, I was arrested too."

"We have no idea what kind of deal he made with the Emperor."

Birds of a feather flock together!

"You and the Emperor are birds of a feather!"

Trazyn really wants to punish all of these people!

These Perpetual and Emperors are all fucking gamblers!

Gambling with your own brother's life!

"There's another way." Orikan strode in.

"What method?! Tell me quickly!"

"Destiny."

"Stop giving me that mystical nonsense, get to the point!"

"Since that Klein bottle is anchored to Old Han's Fate Weight, the only way to activate it is through fate itself."

"Fate? Isn't this a vicious cycle?"

"No, there's still one person we haven't caught."

"Who?"

"The Fate Assassin, Xiulikas."