Fighting Poison with Poison

"Old Cured Meat? Is Father in danger in that fate?" Horus tensed up instantly.

Then he looked at the Emperor, who was now lying on the Golden Throne, near death.

"Yes, Horus, the Emperor's future is fraught with peril, and you are of paramount importance in that destiny."

Looking at the Night Haunter's smile, Horus suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He didn't know what the Night Haunter meant by those words, so he could only assume for the time being that the Night Haunter was speaking well of him.

On the side of the Perpetual, Xiulikas finally managed to adjust the Klein bottle after going through countless hardships.

"Alright, now that we've cleared away the lingering effects of our destructive destiny, we can start searching for the Father of Night."

At the beginning, when that destructive power emanated from the Emperor's body, Xiulikas was truly Vengeful Spirit.

He almost caused a major disaster.

Fortunately, as the one among all Perpetual understood fate best, he managed to stabilize the situation.

"Then let's set off with the army." The Khan was the first to rise.

"Okay, let's go together." Fulgrim was equally eager.

They now only want to erase the lingering effects of fate as quickly as possible, because only in this way can they find their Uncle's whereabouts as soon as possible.

Subsequently, all the Primarch departed, leaving only the Night Haunter Horus in the Throne Room.

Night Haunter, aren't you going?

"Of course I can't go, Horus. Now that the original destiny has manifested, its effects are not temporary."

"Or perhaps the phantom image we saw earlier was just an appetizer; the main course is just beginning."

"A proper meal?"

Upon hearing the Night Haunter's description, Horus immediately tensed up.

For no other reason than that illusory fate of destruction, enough to bring most of the Imperium's machinery to a standstill.

This is just an appetizer; what will the main course look like?

"Yes, the main course will be here soon."

The Night Haunter gazed at the Emperor seated on the Golden Throne for a long time, and then he posed a question to Horus.

"Wolf of Fenris, what do you think is the best way to save the Emperor from his current state?"

"You're the one who poisoned me, and now you're asking me?"

Horus gets angry whenever this is mentioned.

If he weren't outmatched, he would have beaten the Night Haunter to a pulp long ago.

Who can blame them when the Night Haunter possesses such abnormally powerful Prophecy abilities?

There's simply no way to fight.

"If the other party is severely poisoned, they will usually choose to try anything as a last resort."

But Father isn't dead yet.

Looking at his father's current state, Horus tried his best to avoid associating the word "death" with his father.

After all, language has power; what if something goes wrong?

Therefore, we must fight fire with fire.

"Yes, fight poison with poison."

Horus looked at his father, then stared at the Night Haunter for a long time. Finally, he noticed that the Night Haunter's lips began to curl upwards involuntarily, a very slight but undeniable curve.

"You're not talking about Father, Night Haunter, what are you talking about?"

"You're very perceptive, Wolf of Fenris, but do you really want to hear the answer to this question?"

"Listen!"

Seeing Horus's resolute decision, the Night Haunter was very pleased.

Of course, he was mostly gloating.

"You just asked me about the main course, and the answer lies in the story I told you."

Story?

Fight poison with poison?

Could it be that...

No! Unless the world has gone mad!

Horus quickly considered that possibility.

The so-called "meal of destruction" is simply man-made destruction.

Use this real, destructive destiny to counteract that illusory destiny, and then completely crush the illusory destiny.

This is precisely why Horus is now furious.

Without a doubt, her own father would be the only option to fulfill this Despair fate.

However, Horus did not know where the Imperium of Man would go.

If fatherhood becomes synonymous with destruction, is humanity still humanity? And what will become of the Imperium of Man?

"This is the destiny that the Huangpizi has always sought."

Upon hearing the Night Haunter's casual remark, Horus was utterly Vengeful Spirit and his mind wandered far away.

"Lord Xiulikas, is what the Night Haunter said true?"

"Yes, Horus, this is the destined moment the Emperor has sought."

Why did Father do that?

"It's just like when we were playing cards."

"The Khan is very clear-headed; he, Fulgrim, and Ferrus Manus don't gamble; it's just for fun."

"Mortarion, relying on his Numerology, holds unparalleled authority in the world of card games. He might gamble once or twice, but he knows all the answers."

"The Lord of Iron is someone who can't afford to lose."

Upon hearing Xiulikas's words, Horus was reminded of the Lord of Iron's actions.

Perturabo practically pinned himself to the table.

"It seems you've figured it out, Wolf of Fenris. Your father was a complete gambler, and his gambling instincts were far stronger than his sons'."

"Everyone else was betting chips, but in addition to betting chips, he also sat down at that table and bet himself."

"In his view, the bigger the bet, the more he could win, and he was willing to gamble even if the next step might lead to utter ruin."

After giving a brief explanation, Xiulikas fell silent, fearing that if he continued, he might run over and slap Neoth twice.

That damn gambler bet on Mr. Han.

It would be a miracle if he could win now.

Until Mr. Han returns, he should just stay home and be a well- Old Cured Meat.

Horus listened to Xiulikas's words, unsure of what to do.

Finally Wolf of Fenris looked at Malcador again.

"Uncle, do you have a list of the new varieties of flowers you mentioned, the Barbarus?"

Yes, I'll go get it for you.

When Magnus and his party returned to Terra, he witnessed a bizarre scene.

The Emperor lay half-dead on his Golden Throne, a pair of power claws embedded in his chest.

He was covered in blood, which stained the entire staircase red, and several decks of cards lay scattered on the ground in front of the staircase.

The Perpetual sat to one side, taking out their treasured wines to drink by themselves, or chatting quietly.

The Imperium Chancellor was actually discussing flower cultivation with the Wolf of Fenris.

Of course, what surprised Magnus the most was the Night Haunter.

Almost the instant Magnus saw the Night Haunter, he knew for certain that it was not the brother he knew.

"Konrad Curze?"

"Of course it's me, Magnus the Red."

"But you are not the Grand Inquisitor."

You may call me the Night Haunter, or the Night Haunter, either is fine.

"You... never mind."

Although Magnus was surprised by the appearance of the Night Haunter and wanted to get to the bottom of things, he had very important things to do right now.

"Welcome, great Lord of the XV Legion, and gods of the Warp, welcome to bestow upon him the destiny the False Emperor craved."

Horus had been engrossed in discussing flowers, suddenly stood up upon hearing this, looking warily at Magnus and the two men behind him.

A beautiful woman and a cheerful, plump old man.

His intuition told him that the Great Chaos was about to begin.