Old Hunk

But the transformation of the gemstone had only just begun; it continued to grow larger and larger, eventually becoming an exquisite border.

It was the exact size of the Book of Knowledge in Magnus's hands.

Magnus saw this and immediately understood.

Place the Book of Knowledge inside.

At that moment, the Book of Knowledge transformed into points of light, converging into a torrent that flowed towards the Well of Eternity.

"What exactly is that thing?" the Silent King asked.

"One of those fragments is a part of my Warp Essence, while the other is Tzeentch's last and purest hope for this universe."

That was all he had left.

"He hid these things inside the key, in the most conspicuous yet most hidden spot in the Labyrinth."

After saying this, Magnus's expression became somewhat strange, even strangely relaxed.

"This scheming villain, he really went to great lengths to deceive me and find the purest and earliest life forms in the Warp. The last trick he's left behind is the last and purest glimmer of hope in this world."

"You'll get used to it, Magnus. After all, Tzeentch is the strongest Warp god of our time, and also the most cunning," the God of God of War remarked cheerfully.

"What's the deal with that book of yours? I just sensed Mr. Han's presence in it," the Silent King asked Magnus.

"The last bit of power left behind by my Uncle, together with humanity's hopes and knowledge, has formed the Book of Knowledge."

"The Book of Knowledge, as the vessel for the fragments of this world's primordial hope, has flown toward the Well of Eternity. Now, the Book of Knowledge will shoulder its destiny and responsibility."

"The power of the Book of Knowledge will counteract that illusory fate of destruction and buy us time."

"So, the Warp is peaceful now?" Slaanesh asked.

"Yes, at least the Warp effects of that damned phantom are diminishing, but things aren't going well in the Realspace," Magnus said.

"What's wrong with the Realspace?" the Silent King asked.

If something goes wrong in the Realspace, he must immediately return to defend the Peaceful Star System. He had promised Mr. Han that he must ensure Nostramo's safety.

"The effects of the phantom of destruction are ravaging the Realspace; this is inevitable."

"Now we must find the source of this destructive fate."

"No need to look anymore, I know where the source is," the God of God of War said.

"The Terra Throne Room," Magnus replied.

When the Book of Knowledge was born into this world through the soul of Magnus's wisdom could be described as prophetic.

Therefore, Magnus was well aware that the source of all this destruction was the Throne Room of Terra.

"Then let's set off now," the Grandfather said.

"Go ahead, I will lead my men to wipe out that damned remnant of fate in the Realspace."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the God of War, with his weapons and men, charged into the Realspace, heading to the place in the Realspace most deeply affected by that illusory destiny.

"I cannot go to Terra for the time being either. Right now, I must ensure the safety of Nostramo. Farewell, everyone."

After speaking, the Silent King also left with his men, leaving only three beings present.

Magnus, the Grandfather and the Prince of Pleasure.

"Let's set off; it's time to begin what Mr. Han instructed us to do."

After speaking, the Grandfather took the lead and headed towards Terra. Slaanesh did not set off immediately; she returned to her sorcerer's palace first, bringing with her the letters Mr. Han had written.

As Magnus watched the departing gods, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Well!

Father, oh Father, why did you so desperately pursue that damned fate? Now it's all too late.

While the Book of Knowledge can indeed resist the phantom of destruction, the extent to which it can withstand the power of destructive destiny depends on how long that fragment of primordial hope can endure.

Before that fragment of primordial hope is completely consumed and destroyed by darkness, they must find a new way to fight against it.

The real solution is right in front of us.

Since that phantom of destruction represents an originally Despair fate, then let that Despair fate become reality, and let that phantom disappear without a trace.

At least the fate that becomes reality is still controllable in this era.

But the descending phantom didn't care about any of that; it would only conquer this world with the most ruthless power and the most unconscious destruction.

To attain that destiny, one's father must become the fuel for the Golden Throne.

Normally, Magnus would have stopped it, but in this situation, he couldn't.

It is no exaggeration to say that from the moment my Uncle disappeared, this fate and this ending were already destined.

At the same time, everyone in the Imperial Palace was playing cards.

Yes, they were playing cards.

"Night Haunter, are you sure this is okay?" Curze asked with some concern.

"Don't panic, my young brother. The XV Legion and Seventeenth Legions are professionals in Warp. You must trust your father's influence over them."

"As long as Magnus can successfully awaken his Warp Essence, our waiting will not have been in vain."

"So we're just going to wait like this?" Corax asked.

"Lord of Ravens, not causing trouble at this time would be a huge help. It's a pity that the Dawn Army Groups of the 15th and Seventeenth Legions haven't been established for very long."

"If the Grey Knights were here, this would be much easier; they're Chaos specialists."

Upon hearing the Night Haunter's words, the other Primarch looked at Malcador in perfect unison.

Malcador: In short, I regret it. I really regret it now.

I regret not listening to Old Han back then.

However, the Chancellor Minister's regret was far better, since the Emperor was still lying on the Golden Throne.

"Then what about him?" Perturabo put down his cards and glanced at the Emperor on the Golden Throne.

"Don't rush, Lord of Iron. Since the Emperor desires his destiny, his destiny will naturally come to him."

"What is the fate of Emperor?" the Khan pressed.

In fact, during these past few days, apart from dealing with some emergencies, they had been trying to pry some information about their original destiny out of the Night Haunter.

However, the Night Haunter, though seemingly neurotic, is very tight-lipped.

"Alright, since you've been asking so earnestly for so long, I'll tell you the Emperor's ultimate fate."

The Night Haunter adjusted his posture, his expression somewhat mocking, his tone carrying a hint of sarcasm.

"The ultimate fate of Emperor is to become the oldest, most Old Cured Meat in the history of Imperium of Man."