Assassinating the Emperor

Almost the instant this Overlord of the Necrontyr appeared, he completely sealed off time and space in this place, freezing all the Adeptus Custodes in place.

"Grand Inquisitor, why are you colluding with alien races?!"

"Colluding with foreign races? He's my Uncle; there's no such thing as a foreign race."

Valdor was frozen in place, forced to watch as these people entered the Throne Room one by one.

"No, Grand Inquisitor, you cannot do this! Everything the Emperor did was for humanity!"

"I have the right to do this, Valdor. My father did it for humanity as well."

"The Emperor is also your father! King regicide and patricide—is this Father of Night taught you?!"

Pfft!

Sevatar's sword pierced Valdor's heart.

"You lackey of the Emperor, you have no right to judge my Uncle. My Uncle has done far more for humanity than you can imagine."

"What right do you have to judge him?"

"Someone come here!"

"Exist!"

"Scrape his skin, then heal him."

"Yes!"

In the end, Sevatar, along with the Evernight Legion and the Eighth Legion Coalition, guarded the area outside the Throne Room.

He witnessed firsthand the Evernight Legion inflicting the most severe punishment on Valdor.

At the same time, all the Primarch entered the Throne Room and met the Emperor.

The Emperor has now transformed once again into that giant, golden Psychic Power.

He sat upon the Golden Throne, awaiting the bizarre fate that he was destined to face.

"Curze, you've arrived."

"I originally thought you would appear on the walls of Terra with Dorn." Curze looked at the Emperor and walked up to him as he spoke.

"I am pleased by your kindness, child. Like you, I do not wish for the Imperium of Man to be plunged into suffering and darkness because of this matter."

"This is how fate should be, so I'll be here waiting for you."

Curze just stared at the Emperor, at this guy who would give up everything for humanity.

This includes abandoning one's own father.

Where is the Klein bottle?

This was their primary objective in coming to the Throne Room; they had to obtain the Klein bottle.

"Endymion, give him the things."

"Yes, my lord."

This Tribune, who had not appeared since the start of the battle with the Adeptus Custodes Guard, approached Curze with Klein bottle.

"I'm so glad you didn't participate in the battle, Endymion."

"My Lord loves mankind deeply, and so does the Father of Night. The Father of Night has been kind to me; he has awakened me and made me see the inevitable connection between my Humanity's Fate."

In fact, Endymion's initial idea was to tip off the enemy.

All Primarch who came to demand accountability were to enter the Throne Room directly to face the Emperor through a secret passage known only to the Adeptus Custodes, thus eliminating the need for a battle between the Space Marines and the Adeptus Custodes.

But the Emperor did not allow him to do so; he kept himself by his side.

Curze took the Klein bottle and handed it to Trazyn.

And the moment Trazyn obtained the Klein bottle.

Xiulikas, who was sunbathing on a desolate Planet, finally decided to set off.

"Are you finally leaving, Xiulikas?"

"Yes, old Warmaster, at this moment, whether the river of fate will flow to irrigate farmland or become a devastating torrent depends on us."

When Xiulikas led the Perpetual to Terra, Curze also asked his question.

Tell me, Your Emperor, where is my Dad now? Is he alright?

The Emperor shook his head upon hearing this.

"I don't know either, Curze."

"Have no idea?"

"Yes, after I performed the Perpetual surgery on him, he disappeared, along with the other party involved in the project."

"A plan? What kind of plan? I want to hear it from you."

"I..."

Why are you wasting your breath talking to him?!

Pfft!

Pfft!

Bang!

The sound of metal piercing flesh rang out, and the Emperor slumped onto his Golden Throne.

The power claw, named Mercy and Forgiveness, pierced directly through the Emperor's body.

While Curze was still in a daze, a person dressed in a black robe appeared in front of him. The person's figure was very similar to his, and the same height.

Not only Curze, but all the Primarch were also greatly shocked.

"False Emperor, even if Father were still alive, your betrayal of him is unforgivable!"

"You'll pay for this, atone for your sins, you bastard!"

"If you want your destiny, I'll give it to you!"

"I can tell you, I've been preparing for this moment since the Legion Coalition set off."

"You will pay the price for betraying my father. Rest assured, the fate you desire will arrive as scheduled. These power claws are imbued with all the toxins I can collect."

"Whether they came from the Aeldari, the Necrontyr, or even from the Dark Age of Technology."

You'll definitely like it.

This assassination attempt on the king caught all the Primarch off guard. Everyone except Curze was wondering: who was the being hidden beneath the black robes?

"Stop! Who are you?!"

Everyone suddenly realized what was happening; their brains were completely overwhelmed, and their backs were covered in cold sweat.

The Khan, still retaining his senses, immediately stepped forward and tore off the man's black robe, but he froze just as he was about to do so.

"Ko... Curze?"

Looking at that familiar figure and that identical Power Armour, the Khan could not believe that the one who assassinated the Emperor was actually Curze, and it was another Curze at that!

"That's impossible!"

Fulgrim looked at the scene before him, at the somewhat bewildered Curze standing there, and then at Curze who had plunged the power claw into the Emperor's body.

He didn't know how to handle the current situation.

"Who are you? Why are you impersonating my brother?" Fulgrim drew his longsword, staring at the man who looked exactly like Curze.

"Fulgrim, my dear brother, don't you recognize me?"

The Night Haunter removed the power claws, leaving them inside the Emperor's body. He then turned, his gaze passing over the Khan and fixed on Fulgrim.

Fulgrim also saw the Night Haunter, and then his gaze lingered between the Night Haunter and Curze, his brain overloaded.

"Two... Curze?" Mortarion looked at the scene.

He finally understood why he felt uneasy when Curze told him about the invasion of Terra.

Because the person who contacted him at the time was not Curze himself, but another Curze.

"Night Haunter, this should have been done by me."

"No, brother, in my Minecraft, I am a traitor, and I have no regrets."

"But in this world, in this river of fate, you are the Grand Inquisitor loyal to the Imperium; you cannot leave a stain."

"I've always believed in fate, but now I'm going to change it."

After saying this, the Night Haunter visibly relaxed.

Father, you asked me to take care of my younger self, and I did.

It should be done pretty well.

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