A Far-Reaching Plan

"With the help of the Adeptus Custodes and the Sisters of Silence, the Thousand Sons was reduced to only about a thousand men."

"In the end, Magnus knew very well that, through the machinations of Chaos, the Thousand Sons had become, in effect, traitors to the Imperium."

"Thus, the final battle between Magnus and you arrived, and in the end you broke Magnus's spine."

"To protect his Legion, and to change that bitter fate, Magnus made a choice."

"He sacrificed his body, tore his soul apart, and gave the shattered fragments of his soul to his Scions, so that Scions might leave that place."

Ultimately, the Warp God reshaped Magnus with a malevolent soul, and also obtained the Daemon Prince destined for him.

The Night Haunter spoke calmly, without sarcasm or irony, only tinged with a hint of sorrow.

It's like the air on a rainy day—damp and chilly.

Do you know what Magnus said to you in the very end?

The Wolf King closed his eyes in anguish.

He never imagined that his original destiny would lead him to this.

He pretended to be stupid all along, but in the end, he really was made a fool of.

"What?" the Wolf King asked.

"You are a precious sword, but you have been misused. Today you have slashed the neck of an innocent person, and this will be a shadow over your life forever."

"It was because of such a cruel misunderstanding that Horus's most feared Legion was destroyed by you."

Horus.

Horus again.

As for Horus himself, he has been dead for some time now.

"But why my Legion?" Magnus asked.

The Night Haunter recounted a fate so cruel that neither he nor his Scions could bear to look at it.

"Because the strength of the Thousand Sons is simply too great. In the original Destiny, the Thousand Sons warriors numbered less than ten thousand, but each of them could fight against a hundred."

Then the scene fell silent, or rather... dead silent.

"And then?" Dorn asked.

"Dorn, take a rest first, we'll talk about the rest later." Curze patted him on the shoulder.

"No, Curze, Uncle said that we can learn from history to understand the rise and fall of dynasties."

"Because of the Emperor's own decisions, the effects of fate have already taken hold, and we must know what will happen next."

Curze and the Night Haunter exchanged a glance.

He truly is the emperor of resilience in the Imperium.

"Okay, I'll take care of the rest," Curze said.

"After the Thousand Sons were destroyed, Warmaster Horus used his eloquence and influence in the Warp to win over some people."

"Since everyone's here, let's start with the Eighth Legion."

"You also know that my Warp Essence has changed, but that change occurred when I came to Terra."

"In my childhood, my Psychic Power talent was Prophecy, and uncontrollable Prophecy at that."

"This ability will pull me into future scenarios, and I will personally experience all the changes in those scenarios."

"Of all my Primarch brothers, the moment I saw the Emperor, I saw a dark and cruel future."

"As the Horus Heresy approached, this scene played out constantly; by then, I had gone mad."

"Because of that unchangeable dark fate, I became a prisoner of destiny, submitting to and obeying it, and joined the rebels."

"Then came my death."

"That was the death of the Night Haunter, not the death of the Grand Inquisitor," Sevatar stepped forward and said.

"Sevatar's right. We've been fighting side by side all this time, and I never knew you were a madman the Boss," Talos said.

"Now I understand why you had to say this, the Boss. It would be too ironic if the Night Haunter had to say it," Agrid said.

Looking at his brothers, Curze felt very fortunate.

I'm so glad I have a good father, and I'm also so glad I have such a great group of brothers.

"Thanks, guys." Curze smiled and continued recounting what happened next.

"After foreseeing the future outcome, I went to see Fulgrim, but Fulgrim thought I was crazy. He was right; I was indeed quite insane at the time."

"Then Dorn found out about it and came after me. We got into a fight, and I won."

Um...

Forehead...

At a time like this, is it even necessary to worry about winning or losing?

The key is to tell us what happened next, right?

Seeing his brothers' reactions, Curze realized he had gone off-topic, so he steered the conversation back on track.

"However, compared to my condition, Fulgrim is in a much worse state."

What happened to Fulgrim?

It was Ferrus Manus who spoke first.

Finally, we've arrived at Fulgrim.

Ever since learning that Fulgrim was destined to side with Chaos, Ferrus Manus has been tormented.

But Horus's betrayal left him momentarily blank, and now Curze had brought it up himself.

Ferrus Manus had to find out.

As for Fulgrim himself?

I'm currently in a state of mental disconnection.

"Fulgrim, he's in such a terrible state. Not only is he in a terrible state, but his Legion is in an even worse state."

"It all started with Fulgrim's own Vanity. As the Great Crusade progressed, Fulgrim's pursuit of perfection became increasingly pathological."

"Finally, on the Laer Star, Fulgrim encountered the Laer civilization. He wiped out the Xenos there, and at the same time, he found a sword in the Laer's Temple — the Laer Blade."

"The sword was so beautifully designed that the perfectionist Fulgrim couldn't put it down."

"But within that sword dwells a Greater Daemon Daemon, a Prince of Pleasure, who began to tempt and corrupt him day and night."

" To Laer?"

Upon hearing this, Ferrus Manus immediately looked at Fulgrim.

Fulgrim had told him about this, but now he was beginning to have doubts; he doubted whether Fulgrim had truly resolved the hidden danger.

"That sword has been destroyed," said Slaanesh.

"Regarding Xiao Fulgrim, Mr. Han and I made a bet. If Xiao Fulgrim is corrupted, he will become my Daemon Prince; if Xiao Fulgrim resists the corruption, he will awaken his Warp Essence."

"In the end, Mr. Han won, which I found incredible. Mr. Han always seems to win."

When Slaanesh mentioned his Uncle, Fulgrim's eyes regained their sparkle.

"Yes, she's right, but Dad used some methods similar to those used by the Prince of Pleasure."

"The Greater Daemon corrupts you, while Dad shows you hope."

"Perhaps it was fate that brought you to Nova. It's quite amazing, really; his name means hope."

Hope?

Upon hearing this, Fulgrim hurriedly rummaged through the box and found a beautifully crafted box inside.

"Did your Uncle start around that time?"

"Yes, in my Dad's story, the Phoenix can be reborn from the ashes, so he also hopes that you can repent."

"However, your transformation requires a complete overhaul, along with some guidance, and then he sent you to the construction site."

"Now it seems you haven't let your Dad down. You're excellent, Fulgrim."