Under Immense Pressure

"Wait a minute."

Just when everything was ready to begin, Xiulikas reappeared.

"What's wrong now?"

"Given the quality of Aeldari Psyker, directly applying the starlight to the Golden Throne would make the Astronomican incredibly dazzling, potentially attracting unwanted attention."

Upon hearing what Xiulikas said, the Night Haunter suddenly came to his senses.

You should know that's how the Tyranids came to be.

When Roboute was building the Imperium Secundus, he lit the Pharos Lighthouse, which caught the attention of the Tyranids.

Then one of the most formidable enemies the Imperium of Man would face appeared.

Tyranids.

"He's right. We need a plan that achieves our goals without making the light too bright."

"I have a solution."

The Night Haunter looked at Xiulikas, his eyes filled with suspicion.

"You'd better not have any ulterior motives. Although you helped my father, I'm now going to be suspicious of you."

Well!

Xiulikas sighed inwardly.

He remembered what Klein had told him when they were drinking in the Throne Room.

If possible, gather more faith and let that faith work within the Power of Fate.

Then, by utilizing this fused power, they can find the location of the Father of Night more quickly.

However, because Klein had made such a huge mess, no one present believed him, and in the end he had no choice but to turn to Xiulikas.

There was nothing he could do; Xiulikas worshipped fate, and fate would not deceive him.

Xiulikas believed in fate, so he would also believe in him.

"Introduce a massive amount of excess faith into the Klein bottle, then fuse and utilize the excess Power of Fate and excess power of faith."

"The combined power of the two will be immense, and the search for the Father of Night will be much less difficult."

"Okay, let's do it that way!"

The Night Haunter would stop at nothing to find his father as quickly as possible.

"Wait a minute, Konrad," the Grandfather said, stopping him.

What's the matter?

The Grandfather did not answer the Night Haunter's question, but instead looked at Xiulikas.

"Xiulikas, Fate's Sacrifice, I have seen you once in my few divinations."

"Fate is mysterious. Assuming your method works, how will you guide the enormous amount of extra faith?"

"If the guidance goes wrong, and a massive amount of faith suddenly floods into the Klein bottle, can that thing handle it?"

Upon hearing the question from his Grandfather, the Night Haunter snapped out of his reverie.

Yes, I was too hasty just now. Thinking about it now, I'm sweating bullets.

Therefore, the First Batch cannot be too large; the quantity should be limited to no more than 10.

"It's not that complicated." Hearing Xiulikas's words, Slaanesh produced something in her hand.

"Embroidery needle?"

Looking at the needle-like object in Shalis's hand, he was a little confused about what this Chaos Gods was trying to do.

"This is the Fate's Pointer."

When Slaanesh gave Han Mingxuan a Compass, it was missing a Compass, which Slaanesh had deliberately removed.

As long as the pointer and Compass are in the hands of two people, they can find it no matter how far apart they are.

"Mr. Han has a Compass that matches this pointer. He can channel excess faith energy into this pointer, which can then guide us in the right direction."

"How can I point the way? My father might not even be in this world anymore."

"Konrad, just listen quietly while I'm speaking. Although you are Mr. Han's Scions, you are far inferior to him. Be more composed."

After reprimanding the Night Haunter, Slaanesh approached the Emperor's throne and placed the pointer on the Klein bottle. Immediately, a magical scene unfolded: the pointer and the Klein bottle fused together.

In the very center of the Klein bottle, a pointer is enveloped in a magical glow.

"Alright, now you can go ahead and do it."

Thank you.

Seeing this, the Night Haunter composed himself and began preparing to coordinate the work.

Then, the First Batch Drukhari were orderly escorted into the Throne Room and burned as firewood.

The Emperor, half-dead and sitting on his throne, felt the immense power of faith and let out his first wail since being stabbed by the Night Haunter.

"Ugh!"

"Eat if you're hungry, and those burning firewood, increase your efforts!"

After giving his orders, the Night Haunter went to the unconscious Horus and stripped him of his Power Armour.

They then tore off his clothes, crumpled them into a ball, and stuffed them into the Emperor's mouth.

"What a pity, how come Horus's feet don't smell? Even his socks don't smell. What a shame."

Malcador watched this utterly absurd scene with mixed feelings, a very complex mix of emotions.

It's unbearable, desolate, and painful.

The combination of these three emotions is simply too much to bear.

"How long does it take to charge the Klein bottle to actually move?"

"Don't rush, Night Haunter. See that marking next to the Klein bottle? It'll work properly when the marking is at the top."

"Xiulikas, why didn't you say so sooner?"

"Hey old guys in the Shadowbat Guard, give it your all to find Dad quickly!"

"Understood!"

We'll do anything to get Old Han back.

Then we saw these veterans begin their operation.

They began to urge the Drukhari to sacrifice their own power, and those who were even slightly slow would be punished.

Seeing this, Slaanesh couldn't help but sigh.

"Pathetic the Accursed, now you do indeed resemble a Chaos Gods."

"Who can argue with that? He always loved to gamble, and now he's ruined himself," the Grandfather said.

"At this rate, it'll take a few more days to get the Klein bottle moving. What are your plans next?"

"I have to take some men to find Xiao Mo. Although that reincarnation technique was Mr. Han's last resort, given the current situation, it's unavoidable. Where do you plan to go?"

Slaanesh didn't answer directly. Instead, she paused for a moment, a smile playing on her lips, as if she were recalling something pleasant.

"Me? Of course, I'm just acting as a messenger for my husband."

"The master left these letters with me so that I could personally deliver them to the Evernight Legion. He trusted me, and I cannot betray his trust."

"It seems we'll have to split up into two groups now."

"Let's go, Grandfather."

After a brief farewell, the two immediately set off, which put Magnus in a difficult position.

From the moment he returned until now, he has been playing the role of a nobody.

Since the Prospero incident, he has been under a lot of psychological pressure, and it's been a rare opportunity for him to get some rest while living a relatively unknown life.

Now look what happened, I don't know what those two gods said, but they provoked the Night Haunter again.

Not only did he intensify the burning of the Drukhari, but he also stared at him with hostile eyes, which put him under great pressure.

But compared to him, the Night Haunter is under even greater pressure right now, an immense pressure indeed!