Reflections of Fate (2)

After this plan began, changes occurred in the Terra Throne Room during the 30k era.

"Got it!"

Xiulikas, who was relying on the power of the Klein bottle to search for Han Mingxuan, finally found a clue in the torrent of fate.

"Any results?"

The Night Haunter, who had been standing guard to the side, quickly came over.

"I've got some leads. Give me a few more hours, and I'll be able to finalize things."

"Thanks for your hard work."

The Night Haunter's opinion of this Fate’s Assassin has now changed significantly.

This Fate’s Assassin was a rational and wise man, and he possessed unwavering loyalty to his father.

"By the way, what do we need to do next?"

"The next two things to do are: first, eliminate all the illusory figures on the perimeter as soon as possible."

"Secondly, we need to discuss how to deal with this newly emerging Entity of Destruction."

The Night Haunter nodded, and then he set off.

Night Haunter, where do you plan to go?

"Go help Curze deal with his troubles. Now that we have news of Father, he has to be there."

As he headed to the battlefield, he used the Evernight Network to send out the message.

All the Primarch received definitive information at this moment.

"Have you found Uncle's trail?"

"Yes, Sanguinius, we've found him. Now we need to deal with this trouble as soon as possible."

"Alright, young seedlings of the Imperium of Man, leave the front lines."

As the group was discussing, the voice of the Silent King suddenly appeared in the Evernight Network.

"What are you trying to do now?!" Mortarion roared through the network.

"The second launch of the Celestial Orrery has met all the necessary conditions and justifications; now, everything is for Mr. Han's benefit."

"You're all about efficiency! But what about me?!"

From the moment he assumed the Power of Death, Mortarion had been stabilizing the cycle of Despair under the guidance of his Grandfather.

This had already exhausted most of his power, and now he had to go through another round of the Celestial Orrery cleansing. He might as well just die.

"Mortarion, did you really push yourself to the limit?"

Hearing the Silent King's words, Mortarion remained silent for a moment.

"If things aren't handled properly..."

"The power of the Necrontyr is undeniable, young man."

Mortarion has logged off, and his Endurance, is now covered in blooming Red Spider Lilies.

At this moment, Mortarion sat on a throne, surrounded by bright red flowers, with dark red Psychic Power constantly flowing around him.

Behind him was a strange Warp tunnel, where souls had been constantly reincarnating ever since the Silent King the Third War in Heaven.

"Xiao Mo, I've said it before, if you've fully accepted the Power of Death, then you should be a free individual now, not sitting here."

Mortarion simply looked at his Grandfather and said nothing more.

"The Primarch, my Uncle once said that the most important thing in life is flexibility."

"Moreover, the Power of Death does not belong to the Grandfather. To be precise, everything in the Warp exists because of life and soul; even the gods of the Warp exist for this reason."

"Madian... let's begin. This time, I will fully embrace the Power of Death; I am death."

In Slaanesh's Palace, ever since Curze spoke of her shattered Dao heart, she has been here to merge the remaining authority.

To this day, she has integrated 90% of it.

It can be said that he is only one step away from the strongest version of himself predicted in the Prophecy.

At this moment, little of the lingering affection that Slaanesh had for Han Mingxuan remained in her heart.

The immense power made her realize that, as a deity of the Empyrean, she had her own mission.

Now, that mission is about to begin.

The strongest of the past has vanished, the strongest of today is being artificially created, and I am the strongest of the future.

She will be a necessary means to Balance of the Dark King.

"Xarathi."

"I'm here, sir."

"Come with me, let's go to Terra and solve this problem."

"Yes."

As soon as Slaanesh and his people stepped into the Realspace, they sensed something different.

"What a big change!"

The God of War is now living the most comfortable life, as his power is now completely balanced.

His forces include some of the most valiant and skilled warriors in the entire universe—true heroes.

The Grandfather has handed over the Power of Death to his chosen successor, thus indirectly making up for everything he had.

And he was just one step away from succeeding.

If this had happened a hundred years ago, he wouldn't have dared to imagine that any of this would have occurred.

But all of this became a reality in less than a hundred years.

And it all started with the person deep in her memory.

Now everything is coming to an end, and the dark future is about to dawn.

But for some reason, the closer Slaanesh got to Terra, the stronger her unease became.

But the Empyrean gave no instructions.

Never mind, we'll find out when we get there.

Upon arriving in Terra, Slaanesh first met Trazyn and Malcador.

However, the two of them are in different situations.

Malcador seemed to have completed his mission, while Trazyn appeared somewhat displeased.

Just minutes before Slaanesh entered, Malcador handed him the letter Han Mingxuan had given to Trazyn.

The contents of the letter were very clear.

First of all, he didn't die.

Secondly, the Staff he gave himself contained his blood, which could stabilize his soul.

Finally, there is a Shard of Hope in the Staff, which will be of great use to Slaanesh when given to her.

"That's how it is. Here's the Shard of Hope; the rest is up to you." With that, Trazyn sat down on the steps without any regard for appearances.

He felt very tired, both mentally and physically.

I feel exhausted because of my brother.

Slaanesh looked at this Shard of Hope, wondering why Han Mingxuan possessed it.

But if Sinleech were there, he would recognize him.

This fragment is from the Staff he made back then, and it's also the one he unknowingly lost.

Clearly, when Han Mingxuan was making the Staff, he hoped to find Han Mingxuan.

"Mr. Han, you've thought about all this. Fine, since this is your wish, I have no reason to refuse."

Then all that was left was to wait.

Several hours later, Xiulikas exhausted his strength and summoned Oll Persson before falling into a coma.

"Oll Persson, the man... I've found him. The rest... you handle it. Everything is in your hands. I'm going to rest for a bit."

"Okay, don't worry."

After Xiulikas fainted, the image projected onto the Klein bottle began to flicker, eventually stabilizing.

"Is this scene... Warp?"

Looking at this scene, Malcador hesitated.

But Slaanesh gave an affirmative answer, though her expression was not pleasant.

"This is indeed the Warp, and it's the time when I was about to be born."

"What? Old Han went to such a far place?"

"No, this could just be a misalignment of spacetime; we need to wait."