Patriarchal Warrant

Upon hearing what the Night Haunter said, it was discovered that two Warp gods had arrived on Terra.

Everyone present tensed up.

Is humanity really doomed?

Why can Warp Gods directly enter Terra?

This isn't some random, run-down Planet. If even Warp God can get in, will things get increasingly lawless?

"Magnus, why did you bring the Chaos Gods in?"

"All of this is for the Imperium of Man, Horus."

"You're abandoning humanity! You're betraying us!"

"The one who truly betrayed you is you."

Magnus still can't forget the surreal scene he saw in the Warp.

The Horus Heresy inflicted too much pain and suffering on the Imperium.

"I am the Primarch the XVI Legion. I am loyal to my father, loyal to the Imperium, and I will not betray them!"

"But Magnus is telling the truth, Horus, you were a traitor to begin with."

The voice of the Night Haunter suddenly came from behind Horus.

This caught Horus off guard for a moment.

How could I possibly be a traitor?

Do you remember what I called you when I first appeared?

When Horus heard the question from the Night Haunter, he remembered that when the Night Haunter first appeared, he called himself the chief culprit of the Horus Heresy.

Horus initially thought Chun Chun was the Night Haunter had gone mad.

When the Night Haunter first appeared, he was in a really neurotic state; people who didn't know better would have thought he hadn't taken his medication.

But now, is the Night Haunter telling the truth?

"Horus, you should understand what the fate of Warmaster is, otherwise Curze wouldn't have made us all share Warmaster fate."

"Think about it, Horus. If none of this had happened without your Uncle, without your Uncle making Lion El'Jonson Warmaster, without Curze making us share our fate, where do you think you would have ended up?"

Hearing Magnus's persistent questioning, Horus collapsed to the ground.

Horus knew very well that without Lion El'Jonson, he would have become the Warmaster.

Without Curze's proposed solution, the fate of the Warmaster would fall on his own shoulders.

Horus could not imagine what would happen then.

"None of this ever happened, Magnus."

Magnus did not respond; it was the Night Haunter answered him.

Just because something didn't happen doesn't mean it didn't exist, Horus. Destiny isn't a predetermined path, but rather a variety of choices.

"For many, the choices they have in their lifetime are few, but as the Primarch of the Imperium, you have many choices throughout your life."

"Of course, when it comes to the matter of becoming Warmaster, you don't have a choice."

"Where on earth did you come from? You're such a sudden, out-of-the-way guy!"

"It is obvious that in my world, you were the instigator of the Horus Heresy, esteemed Imperium Warmaster."

Imperium Warmaster.

These four words struck Horus's heart like a meteorite.

Given his current temperament and mindset, he cannot imagine why he would betray his country.

"Alright, enough of this small talk. Now that the two gods from the Warp have arrived, I think you know what to do next."

The Grandfather stepped forward and nodded. "Yes, Mr. Han has made arrangements. We've come to ensure the plan proceeds smoothly."

"How exactly do I do it?"

Upon hearing his father's arrangement, the Night Haunter instantly became serious, his previous nervousness vanished, and he was no longer as relaxed as before.

"Mr. Han had only one request for us at the time: to stabilize the situation."

"Given the current situation, the first step to stabilizing things is to eliminate the influence of the illusory destiny. Only when a tangible destiny arrives will the illusory destiny dissipate."

Hearing his Grandfather's explanation, the Night Haunter found himself in a dilemma. It wasn't that he didn't want to act, but rather that even a skilled cook can't make a meal without ingredients.

"Gentlemen, humanity hasn't reached the point of large-scale Psychic Power awakening yet. The entire Imperium of Man doesn't have that many Psyker to burn here."

To bring about the arrival of that Entity of Destruction, the Emperor must require a sufficient number of Psyker sacrifices.

Where are we going to find so many Psyker at a time like this?

"I'll figure out a way to deal with the Psyker."

"You? Are you sure?"

The Night Haunter looked at the Prince of Pleasure, wondering how this Warp Chaos Gods would deal with the Psyker problem. He couldn't just burn her himself, could he?

"Of course I'm sure, and I already had people start working on it before I arrived."

"Also, I need to give you this."

As Slaanesh spoke, she took out a thick envelope.

"This is a letter Mr. Han wrote specifically for you during his Ullanor Crusade."

At that time, Han Mingxuan wrote it for everyone in the Evernight Legion, including the Night Haunter.

Looking at the thick envelope, the Night Haunter hesitated to approach.

He feared that the thing was fake, because if it was fake, then it must be a conspiracy by Chaos Gods.

Similarly, he was also afraid that the thing was real.

If that very thick letter is real, the Night Haunter doesn't know how he should face it.

After all, when Father was alive, he devoted himself to the Imperium of Man.

My father has only been gone a short time, and the Imperium of Man has become such a mess, and I even got a couple of swipes at the Emperor.

If my father finds out, things will get out of hand.

"You're Warp God, why should I believe you?"

Slaanesh revealed an expression of "I knew it," then took out a pair of silver-rimmed Glasses and put them on.

Do you believe it now?

"These are Father's Glasses, why are you with them?!"

"During the Ullanor Crusade, Mr. Han stayed in my Palace for more than half a year, and did nothing but write letters to you."

"After writing the letter, he was afraid you wouldn't believe him, so he left his Glasses with me to try and convince you."

"This is a letter Mr. Han gave you. Take it."

The Night Haunter followed closely to Slaanesh and took the letter.

The envelope had four characters written on it.

Dear son,

Upon seeing these four characters, the Night Haunter was absolutely certain that they were written by his father; the handwriting was unmistakable.

Besides the identical handwriting, the font also possesses the father's unique charm and a magnanimous aura.

The Night Haunter had only ever sensed such an aura from his own father.

The Night Haunter eagerly opened the envelope.

He read every word carefully, afraid of missing any crucial information.

In fact, upon closer inspection, the letter contained very little about actually assigning him tasks; most of it was intended to reassure him, urging him to remain calm and rational, and to prevent him from leading the Imperium of Man into the abyss.

"Can you really handle the Psyker issues?" The Night Haunter asked, looking at Slaanesh.

"Night Haunter, you've gone mad! You're planning to cooperate with the Chaos Gods!"

"Heh, Horus, I was always a madman, it was my father who changed me. As for cooperating with the Chaos Gods, that was with my father's permission."