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"Indeed, her birth brought convenience to the Great Crusade, and the Great Crusade began from there."

"And then?" Horus asked.

"And then, there is inevitable failure and betrayal," the Night Haunter answered Horus's question.

"Failure and betrayal? But we don't encounter such problems nowadays."

"Why do you think this is, Horus?"

Why?

"Because of your Uncle's existence?"

"Yes, Horus, you are very clever. It was because of your father's existence that failure and betrayal came to an abrupt end."

The Night Haunter's voice did not stop; he continued recounting what followed.

"We all know that Old Cured Meat obtained the essence of 20 Primarch from the Warp God. According to the agreement, half of the Primarch would belong to the Warp God after Primarch matured."

"Similarly, besides half of the Primarch, there is humanity, including human beliefs, souls, and everything else."

Hearing the Night Haunter's indifferent words, everyone turned pale.

If such conditions for cooperation were met, then without a doubt, humans would be domesticated livestock.

"So he broke the contract?" Mortarion asked.

"Yes, Mortarion. In the end, the Emperor chose to break the contract. It must be said that although he was a gambler and an untrustworthy liar, he did not do anything wrong in terms of loving humanity."

"But for someone like him, burdened by destiny, once he makes a decision, destiny doesn't change because of his breach of contract; on the contrary, it becomes even more severe," Slaanesh said.

"This Chaos Gods is right. According to the original destiny, half of the Primarch would inevitably rebel," said the Night Haunter.

"That's obviously impossible; Uncle's existence has defied fate," Angron said.

If it weren't for his Uncle's appearance, he and his Legion would have been no longer human.

"That's precisely what makes Mr. Han so great, Angel of Red Sand," said Slaanesh.

"But this Huangpizi, for one, firmly believes in that bullshit rule of fate."

Bang!

The Night Haunter then kicked the Emperor on the throne hard again.

"Night Haunter, what are you doing?!"

"What's wrong with me kicking him a couple of times if I'm upset?" The Night Haunter looked at Horus without backing down.

"What did the Emperor do?" The Khan's eyes sharpened, seeking answers from the Night Haunter.

"If he hadn't firmly believed in fate, Horus wouldn't have been a second option in the matter of bestowing the title of Warmaster."

What?!

When Horus heard this news, he was somewhat incredulous.

His appearance on the List of those initially honored by Ullanor was due to fate.

And was it because her father wanted that kind of fate?

"That's impossible, you're talking nonsense."

"I'm sorry, child, it's true."

Oll Persson approached Horus, his voice filled with helplessness and sorrow, and announced the outcome.

"Neoth... that is, the Emperor, was a great man in terms of the Humanity's Fate, and likewise, he was a prisoner of fate."

Even with the Father of Night present, the most crucial event in destiny still occurred.

"The Ullanor Triumph is Warmaster award of military honors."

"Fortunately, the Father of Night turned the tide, and with the Inquisitor's covert manipulation, that pivotal moment in fate quietly came to pass."

Then the Night Haunter took over the conversation and continued to recount the fate of his era.

"The Emperor, that gambler, has bet everything he can think of on the table, Warp against the warp."

"He tried to default on his debt halfway through, but his creditors wouldn't let him go; his fate had already begun to turn."

"In the original destiny, half of the Primarch were bound to Horus Heresy, and it was from this moment on that the detestable aspects of the Huangpizi began to emerge."

Bang!

The Night Haunter kicked out again as he spoke.

Horus initially wanted to stop him, but then he remembered what had just happened.

He could only suppress his impulse for the time being.

"What happened in your destiny?" Russ asked.

"Ah, yes, the original destiny was quite interesting."

"It is your destiny," Russ emphasized again.

"That was the original fate, Russ. I know you're smart, but wordplay can't change the facts."

"If it weren't for my father, Terra would be considered peaceful by now, with corpses strewn everywhere."

The Night Haunter looked at the Emperor sitting on the throne and slapped him hard across the face several times.

"Phew, slapping him a few times makes me feel much better. Let's continue."

"Because the Emperor knew that half of the Primarch would inevitably Horus Heresy, he, with an emotional intelligence worse than a banana peel, began to let them roam freely."

"He doesn't care about Perturabo's inner turmoil, and he lets me go on my own, even as I'm driven mad by the Prophecy."

"Angron was branded with the Butcher's Nails, and when he arrived, he took Angron away, leaving him to watch helplessly as his brothers who had fought alongside him perished."

"His arrival saved Mortarion, but he was a hypocrite, and Mortarion was a stubborn mule, so the two had always been at odds."

"Magnus was obsessed with the pursuit of knowledge, first exchanging a portion of his essence and his eyes, and later disregarding the Nikaea's prohibitions to extensively study Psychic Powers."

"Finally, his spine was broken by Russ, and he became the Daemon Prince, the Lord of Change."

"Lorgar is a notorious religious leader and a cowardly bully who preys on the weak and fears the strong. The Raven Guard suffered massive mutations in their Gene-seed due to Alpharius's interference."

"The massive mutation of the Raven Guard's Gene-seed forced Corax to personally execute his own Scions, ultimately driving him mad and leading him to block the entrance to the Warp in the Lorgar."

"Stop!"

The Night Haunter was speaking enthusiastically when Dorn, unable to bear it any longer, quickly called a pause.

I can't listen to this anymore, I really can't listen to this anymore, it's just too tragic.

"Perturabo, Night Haunter, Angron, Mortarion, Magnus, Lorgar, Alpharius."

"Seven now."

Roboute's calm yet trembling voice rang out.

Of the seven brothers, apart from Alpharius, the others all have their own difficulties and personality flaws to varying degrees.

So, who's left?

"Yes, that's seven already. As you all know, there are two missing from the 20 serial numbers, so that makes 18 Primarch. If half of those 18 Primarch rebel, that's nine."

"Now it's time for a no-prize quiz. Let's guess who the remaining two traitors will be?"

Looking at the cold and cruel smile on the Night Haunter's lips.

Everyone instinctively fell silent.

It's hard to say for sure.

But Lion El'Jonson provided the answer.

"I might know one."

"Lion El'Jonson, don't say it." Vulkan glanced at Horus, whose face was ashen, and tried to stop his Big Brother.

"Of the other two traitors, the first was Horus."

"That's right, congratulations on getting it right. One of them is Wolf of Fenris Horus, the chief culprit of the Horus Heresy, Chosen of the Four Gods, the cosmic super puff, and the first Primarch to sacrifice himself!"