Want Some Fruit?

I forgive you.

What can be done if one doesn't forgive?

If they don't forgive, these Hospitaller will definitely line up to get into the Penitent Engine.

This is what the Ecclesiarchy was like at that time; it had alienated people's thinking to the point that it was impossible to change it back.

Praise be to your kindness!

The nuns now felt as if their souls had been purified.

There is no other reason.

In that distant era of Great Crusade, Emperors walked among the people.

But with that Horus Heresy, the Emperor of mankind ascended the throne, and only the Living Saint could act as his representative.

But things are different now.

Now, the Father of Night has appeared.

His power is comparable to that of Emperor!

This will be incredibly exciting news for the entire Imperium of Man.

Han Mingxuan sat there, his original Astra Militarum Military Uniform transformed into a set of Artificer Power Armour.

The War God Weapon was placed calmly to one side.

Upon witnessing this miraculous scene, all the Hospitaller spontaneously began chanting the Lectitio Divinitatus.

Hearing this sacred harmony, Han Mingxuan felt somewhat puzzled.

Lorgar, oh Lorgar, why couldn't you just be a little more patient?

As long as you can hold on, think positively, and endure it, everything will be fine.

No matter what, it's still the top Ecclesiarchy.

Even the Eternal Ecclesiarch is still stronger than the Daemon Prince of Chaos Undivided; it's just that he's too cowardly.

However, Lorgar didn't have this problem during the 30k era; it was directly corrected back then.

Well, but... as a super-version of the Golden Word Bearer, Lorgar seems to be missing a decent weapon.

The Golden Word Bearer is good in every way, except he's too much of a waste of the Huangpizi.

"Trajann Valoris, the current Adeptus Custodes Marshal, right?"

Trajann Valoris looked at this young man who was not yet thirty years old, and only he knew the shock he felt.

If it weren't for the God-Emperor's decree, he would have interrogated the other party first.

"It is I, the great Father of Night."

"Did the Emperor send you?"

"Yes."

"He should know that the reason I traveled so far is because I don't want to see him. Do you understand what I mean?"

During the 30K era, Han Mingxuan was at most a Civil Servant.

Now that he's reached 40k, he wants to change his playing style.

Try being a military general.

"But Father of Night, the God-Emperor needs to see you, and the current Imperium also hopes to receive your help."

Help?

Just as he was about to help the Lamenters, the Adeptus Custodes arrived.

"Trajann Valoris, I don't want to go to Terra right now. I have many things to do."

"But..."

"Why so many 'buts'? Listen to me, I'm going to hide from you. Don't think I don't know why I'm here."

Han Mingxuan's words sounded somewhat strange, because his tone was one of rebuking Trajann Valoris.

But there's absolutely no need for that.

But only Han Mingxuan knew the truth.

From the moment Trajann Valoris appeared here, the Huangpizi was already preparing to possess him.

"You're making a deal with him, using me as a bargaining chip? Have I been giving you too much face?"

"Take your men and get out of here right now!"

Bang!

Trajann Valoris and his men were kicked into the Warp by Han Mingxuan.

Not long after, a tremendous force tore a brief Warp Rift open outside the Throne Room.

Trajann Valoris and his entourage flew out from inside.

"Old Cured Meat, I told you from the beginning that Mr. Han doesn't want to see you."

Sinleech looked at Trajann Valoris and his entourage who had just flown out, he began to mock the Emperor.

"This era is too Despair. The dark galaxy has left all living beings in the universe with only endless war and tragedy. You bear the primary responsibility."

The Emperor remained silent, did nothing, and truly seemed like a skeleton sitting on his throne.

Finally, he set his gaze on one person.

His own son.

Magnus was captured by Sinleech along with Tzeentch.

It's utterly absurd that in this dark and Despair age, the Daemon Prince is the first to return.

It's truly... truly a cruel twist of fate.

Meanwhile, on Han Mingxuan's side, the entire Hive City in the Nest City became lively.

It was a tense, feverish intensity.

"Great Father of Night, please have a meal."

Han Mingxuan casually sat down at the table and glanced at the prepared food.

Given the current state of the Lamenters, it's already quite an achievement that they were able to produce these.

He then looked at Malakim.

"Please sit down with me. I have some questions for you."

"I'll just stand."

"Just sit down when I tell you to. Why all this formality? Are you no longer Scions of Sanguinius?"

"Yes! I will obey the Father of Night!"

Oh dear, this hopeless kid.

Do you want Fruit?

Um?

"I am of dull mind; I humbly request the Father of Night to enlighten me."

"I asked you if you want to eat Fruit. Sanguinius loves Fruit the most. If it weren't for the Peaceful Star System's sufficient production capacity, Sanguinius would probably eat all the fruit trees."

Normally, if someone were to talk about their Gene-Father in such a frivolous way, the other person would have been furious long ago.

But now before him stood the Father of Night.

The Father of Night didn't even give the Emperor any face, kicking an entire squad of Adeptus Custodes flying.

"Father of Night, we have no Fruit here..."

"I do."

Clang.

With a wave of his hand, Han Mingxuan conjured up thirty boxes of Fruit in front of everyone.

How many members are left in the Lamenters?

"300 people."

"Okay, divide the Fruit up, and then give one to each of the people who came to help."

"People can't live a life of hardship forever."

"But... Father of Night, we are still sinners."

"Don't worry, just eat what I tell you to eat. I still have things for you to do after you've finished organizing."

If this Penitent Crusade continues, the Lamenters will be wiped out.

"Yes!"

"Oh, by the way, don't call me Father of Night anymore. My surname is Han, just call me 'Sir'."

In this goddamn era, everyone who sees me is the Father of Night.

I'm so tired of hearing it.

The Fruit was quickly distributed, and many of the Lamenters had never even seen Fruit before.

However, they were very careful, cutting the Fruit into dozens of pieces so that all the Space Marines and Astra Militarum present could taste it.

This is Fruit that the Father of Night allowed us to eat; who knows, it might possess some magical power after we eat it?

"Has the combat mission here been completed?" Han Mingxuan asked.

"Mr. Han, the mission here is complete."

"Let's go then."

Where are we going?

"Let's find you a Settlement first."

"But we are a battleship-type Chapter. We... do not have Homeworld, nor are we allowed to have Homeworld."

"I know that, but problems can always be solved, right?" Han Mingxuan said with a smile.

But we are still on our Penitent Crusade.

Upon hearing this, Han Mingxuan almost choked on his breath.

It seems we need to think of a way, at least to prevent them from being so stubborn.

Sister Miranda.

"I am, Father of Night."