The Fate of the Drukhari

The Night Haunter opened his letter, and on the first page were two sentences.

His first words immediately reassured Horus and everyone present.

[Your Dad isn't dead yet, so just do what you're supposed to do.]

As for the second sentence, they sensed Mr. Han's deep resentment towards the Emperor.

[No matter what method you use, get the Huangpizi to sit on the toilet.]

Upon seeing the contents of the envelope, Malcador's previously dull eyes instantly brightened.

Good, it's great that Old Han is alright. It must have been the person behind him who intervened.

However, since that gentleman was able to save Old Han, it means that he has seen everything the Emperor has done.

Malcador glanced at the Emperor on the throne and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Neoth, if you hadn't schemed against Old Han, and against the person behind Old Han, perhaps we wouldn't be in such a difficult situation now.

"I can certainly handle the Psyker issue, and the First Batch Psyker will be sent over soon."

Less than 10 minutes after Slaanesh finished speaking, Xarathi appeared outside the Throne Room.

However, she did not go in; instead, the people in the Throne Room went out to see what Xarathi was going to do.

"Great master, as you instructed, the First Batch group has arrived."

As soon as Xarathi finished speaking, a Warp Rift appeared behind her, and then countless Aeldari poured out of it.

Moreover, they are from the Drukhari.

As the Warp Rifts expanded, the Aeldari population became countless; they poured out of the Warp Rift like water.

Soon, the plaza in front of the Throne Room was filled with trembling Drukhari.

"The Drukhari must number close to 500,000, right?"

The Night Haunter was also shocked by this scene.

The 500,000 Drukhari all possess very high levels of Psychic Power.

Is this one up to standard?

"Psychic Power strength isn't a problem; I can make anything from smoked bacon to roasted meat."

"But the only problem is the issue of faith."

"Great Primarch, we are Abhumans! We are loyal to the Emperor, we love humanity!"

Forehead...

This completely confused the Night Haunter.

Seriously, you Drukhari are so spineless!

As for why they did this, we need to go back several hours.

Hours earlier, Slaanesh returned to her Palace, taking with her the letters and the Glasses left by Han Mingxuan, and prepared to head to Terra.

However, just as she was about to depart, she left a command for Xarathi.

"You'll take men to the Commorragh to capture the Drukhari. I believe these Drukhari will be very useful later."

"When we went to Commorragh with you more than a decade ago, I left Warp coordinates there. You can go directly there."

"Clear!"

Having received his master's orders, Xarathi dared not delay and immediately led a large number of Slaanesh to the Commorragh.

At the same time that Xarathi set off with his people, the Haemonculus, who had once been terrified by the Slaanesh in the Peaceful Star System, felt the fluctuations of fate.

"The destined moment has arrived."

"Great Prophet, what should we do now?"

"Fate is unreasonable; when it comes, it comes. Nothing we do in the face of fate is futile."

Let's wait and see how fate unfolds.

He had seen a glimmer of hope amidst the Aeldari's most Despair fate, and he hoped that this glimmer of hope was not a trick by some god in the Warp.

Just as the Haemonculus finished speaking, Xarathi arrived in Commorragh with his men.

Almost as soon as they appeared, the entire Commorragh was shaken, and all the Drukhari felt their souls become unstable.

Their souls, like sand in an hourglass, began to slip away at an accelerating rate.

What puzzled them was that Slaanesh's minions did not devour all the lost souls, but preserved them.

"Drukhari, by my lord's command..."

"My lord, we await the guidance of fate."

"From this moment forward, all the Drukhari on the Commorragh are under the Imperium's control. My Lord has only one requirement for you: either have faith in the Emperor, or become an ever-burning lamp in my Lord's Palace!"

Hearing the strange request from this Keeper of Secrets, all the high-ranking Drukhari found it unbelievable, but the situation was beyond their control, and they had no choice but to comply.

Don't think that the situation is now in their favor; they couldn't do anything about it before either.

The Prince of Pleasure is a product of their indulgence, and his retinues are extremely restrained towards them.

As everyone knows, mechanics are paramount, and special attacks are like godlike abilities.

"I'm giving you six hours. Within those six hours, by whatever means you choose, I need at least one million fanatical followers of the Emperor of Mankind."

"The timer has now started."

Hearing this sudden command, none of the Drukhari reacted, but the Haemonculus reacted first.

Although he was in Despair, a sudden tremor ran through the depths of his soul, and he knew it was the guidance of fate.

That guiding light of fate told him that if he did as instructed, hope would be born.

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and get ready!"

"But the Great Prophet, he needs a million people in six hours—that's impossible."

"What nonsense are you spouting? Don't you know how to infuse soul essence?!"

"Do you expect me to treat you like an apprentice and teach you the soul infusion technique all over again? If one infusion isn't enough, take it out and infuse it again!"

"If two or three times doesn't work, pull it out, wash it clean, stuff the faith back in, and then pour it in again!"

"Get moving right now, you stupid bean sprout!"

"Yes, yes! I'll act immediately!"

After being thoroughly reprimanded by the Haemonculus, the Drukhari's higher-ups began to act, and within a minute of the operation commencing, progress was made.

The entire Commorragh was filled with screams.

Hearing the screams, Xarathi would normally find it exciting, but now she felt a bit of a headache.

"Keep quiet."

She simply uttered those few words, and then all the screams ceased. Everything continued in an orderly fashion, except that the entire Commorragh was muted.

The Drukhari were very efficient; in less than six hours, the people Xarathi needed were ready.

"Take half the people with me to the Human Throne World first. Time is short and the mission is heavy. Don't ask why, just move out immediately."

Then Xarathi led his men to the plaza Terra Throne Room, where a full 500,000 Drukhari who had been brainwashed and repeatedly infused with their souls stood.

"It seems the preparations are indeed very thorough, Prime Minister Ma. Shouldn't we activate the Golden Throne now?"

Malcador nodded at the Night Haunter was urging him on.

"It's indeed time for us to activate the Golden Throne."

You can't do this!

Horus suddenly charged forward, and then Slaanesh lulled him to sleep.

"That's for the best, so he won't feel uncomfortable," Malcador said.