Fate's Different Paths Lead to the Same End

"You just mentioned fate," Mortarion suddenly spoke, his voice very calm.

He looked directly at the Night Haunter.

Mortarion's question was not unfounded.

It's because when he uses Numerology in his daily life, the word "fate" always pops up from time to time, even though it doesn't usually come up very often.

But ever since the Ullanor Crusade, the word "fate" has appeared with an unusually high frequency.

Now that the Eighth Legion Primarch, whose fate had been deviated from, had mentioned those two words, Mortarion keenly noticed the problem.

"You're still as smart as ever, my brother. Although I hate to admit it, your Numerology is just so accurate."

"You should know the fate of the Emperor and the Warmaster. So, I ask you, what will happen to the Father of Night if the despicable False Emperor becomes the Warmaster of the great Father of Night?"

"He will die."

Dorn, now untied, slowly walked into the crowd. Looking at the Night Haunter sitting on the steps, his eyes were filled with shock, and his heart was filled with relief.

He was shocked by the sudden appearance of an identical brother, but also relieved that the brother he knew was still kind.

"Dorn, I must say, as the stone of the Imperium, though you're a bit too stone, you're still so clear-headed and rational."

"But I'm telling you, if my Great Father were to sit on that damned Golden Throne, he would suffer a fate worse than death!"

"Fortunately, fate was still on my father's side, and my father was incredibly wise from beginning to end."

"He saw through the False Emperor's conspiracy, and then personally placed the fate the False Emperor had been longing for into his own hands, leaving him with no way to avoid sitting on this damned toilet!"

Watching the Night Haunter's emotions constantly oscillate between reason and fanaticism.

Especially whenever the Night Haunter mentioned his Uncle, he couldn't suppress the fervor and worship in his heart.

Whenever he mentioned the Emperor, the hatred and murderous intent in his heart could not be concealed no matter what.

"What was your original fate?" Mortarion asked.

"Don't worry, First Company Captain, a very professional person who knows about fate is arriving soon."

Then, an eerie silence fell over the entire Throne Room. Not long after, a group of people walked in from outside the Throne Room.

"Fate truly does lead to the same end, Neoth, why did you do this to yourself?"

Upon hearing this voice, everyone turned to look outside the door. Leading the way was Xiulikas, the most mysterious Perpetual.

"Xiulikas, you've finally decided to show yourself," Curze said.

"Your Honorable Grand Inquisitor, the Father of Night has been kind to us, and I must step forward at this crucial moment, for a pivotal moment in our destiny is approaching."

Then, with a wave of Xiulikas hand, the Klein bottle that Trazyn had been holding flew into his hand.

"Gentlemen, the Father of Night himself is still alive, but only fate can tell where he is."

As he spoke, Xiulikas poured the extra Power of Fate he had collected from Dante into the Klein bottle.

However, the Klein bottle only flickered once, and the predicted Prophecy scene did not appear.

An awkward silence fell over the room.

"Xiulikas, what's going on? Why isn't the Klein bottle reacting?"

Xiulikas did not answer the old Warmaster's question; he simply looked at Malcador with a very serious expression.

"As I just said, all destinies lead to the same end. Now, the original ending has already occurred, but the process of destiny has not yet been revealed."

"To find the Father of Night amidst the chaotic fate, we must resist the impact of illusory destiny."

"An illusory fate?"

"Because of the Father of Night, he profoundly changed the fate of this world, and also the fate of the Primarch."

"Now that the Father of Night has vanished, relying on the great power he left behind, the original destiny can only be presented in the form of a phantom."

"But if we don't stop these phantoms, when they descend into reality through the Warp, this world will be doomed."

"Chancellor of the Imperium, Malcador the Sigillite, I now ask you, are you sure you want me to unleash the power of destiny to find the Father of Night?"

"Certainly."

Without any hesitation, Malcador agreed immediately.

"Just as you said, all destinies lead to the same end. Since the Emperor desires that kind of destiny, then let us grant him that destiny."

"Malcador! What are you doing?"

Horus, who was initially stunned by the scene and unable to react, came to his senses again.

"Horus, this is the result your father always wanted."

"I've already watched Old Han disappear from my sight once, this time I have to find him no matter what."

"Xiulikas, please make your move."

Xiulikas nodded, and suddenly intricate and mysterious patterns began to appear on the exposed surface of his skin—the circuits of fate.

Before long, a burst of seven-colored light erupted from the Klein bottle, and then the Klein bottle flew directly to the Golden Throne and landed in the Emperor's arms.

Buzz!

A cold and deathly aura of destruction erupted from the Emperor.

"What on earth is going on?!" Looking at the scene before him, alarm bells rang in Khan's mind.

My gut feeling tells me that things are about to get complicated.

"Gentlemen, our original fate was far from optimistic; in fact, it could be described as extremely tragic."

"The cycle of fate has now begun; prepare yourselves for Great Chaos."

At the same time in the Warp, at the mouth of the Well of Eternity, a phantom Black Sun slowly emerged.

As Nurgle sensed the increasingly clear aura, a sense of bewilderment washed over him, followed by an overwhelming rage.

He could feel that distinct sense of destruction, which did not come from the Warp, nor from the bottom of the Well of Eternity.

It comes from Terra, the Throne World.

Someone has actively invoked that Despair fate!

"Damn it! Who is it?!"

"Grandfather, now is not the time to cause trouble, quickly think of a solution!"

"Kairos! If you're not dead, come here right now!"

With a roar from his Grandfather, Kairos rushed to Nurgle's side.

Now its master has vanished without a trace, and the only one they can trust is this most ancient god.

What is accumulated over a long life is wisdom itself.

"Great, Grandfather, what are your commands?"

"I took my children and blew up Barbarus! We must get the message back to the Realspace, we must re-establish contact with them, and we absolutely cannot let them run rampant!"

"You want to tear open Warp Rift at Barbarus's location?"

"We are now allies with the Realspace; if we don't unite all forces, we will perish!"