A Gathering of Heroes

"After Roboute led his team back to Macragge, he made a calm and wise judgment."

"Roboute made this decision because the entire Eastern Galaxy was still being harassed by the Traitors, and the Warp Storms were disrupting Imperium communications."

At this moment, Roboute truly realized that the Eastern Galaxy needed a more unified and powerful organization.

"This organization will unite all the forces of the entire Eastern Galaxy. This is not betrayal, nor is it division; it is to preserve the Spark of humanity. This will be the Second Imperium!"

Bang!

Almost at the same moment the Night Haunter uttered those words, everyone instinctively grabbed the table next to them, and then at the same time, a corner of each table was chipped off.

"Roboute!"

You ambitious schemer!

I knew you were up to no good!

"Calm down, Primarch." Seeing Guilliman speechless and unable to defend himself, even Lion El'Jonson and Sanguinius were somewhat overwhelmed.

Left with no other option, Malcador had to speak up.

"Calm down, Primarch. That was the original destiny. This destiny doesn't have that problem now, and the Emperor knows it."

Did the Emperor know?

"Chancellor, what do you mean by that?" Corax asked.

"As you all know, the Emperor himself possesses immense Psychic Power, and powerful Psychic Power often translate to accurate divination Prophecy."

"Therefore, the Emperor was not only a powerful Psyker, but also a great Prophecy."

"Therefore, in the torrent of fate, the Emperor had already foreseen that scene, and thus he firmly believed that humanity's hope still remained."

"So he just messed everything up?" Mortarion scoffed.

"That's not the point, Mortarion."

"How can this not be the point? Your Excellency the Chancellor, he is a great Prophecy, so he saw that the Primarch would rebel, so he simply ignored it and let half of the Primarch rebel?"

"But the Emperor still nurtured the abilities of the three of them."

"Stop being stubborn, Chancellor Excellency. You're making it sound like the establishment of the Imperium Secundus was granted by imperial authority."

"Okay, all of this was arranged by Old Han."

Mortarion didn't say anything more; he simply looked around at his brothers.

"See? I knew it. As a prisoner of fate, the Emperor is a coward in the face of destiny. Only my Uncle dares to make such a bold choice."

"Alright, Xiao Mo, shut up a bit," Curze said.

"Cut."

Mortarion said nothing more; he simply walked up to the Emperor and slapped him twice.

"Alright, let's stop this farce for a moment and continue."

Taking advantage of the commotion, the Night Haunter took a sip of water, ate some fruit slices, and then continued with what was to come.

"Due to the effects of the Warp Storm, the light of the Astronomican has been completely obscured. At this moment, if we want to unite all the forces in the Eastern Galaxy, the Beacon is essential."

"Roboute happens to possess such a system, called the Pharos Device, which is technology from the Necrontyr."

Trazyn, who had been sitting to the side listening to the story, suddenly became interested. He never expected that the Necrontyr would be mentioned at this time.

For Trazyn, the only thing he cared about was how Han Mingxuan was doing.

So he kept staring at the image inside the Klein bottle.

He treated everything the Night Haunter said as if it were a novel.

"This device was originally kept secret by the 199th Company, but in these turbulent times, it must be used."

"For this reason, Roboute gathered all the skilled craftsmen under his command, including even the Warsmith Dantioch, one of the loyal Iron Warriors."

"Persistence pays off. With the continuous efforts of the researchers and Roboute's superhuman intellect, he finally figured out part of how to use the Pharos Device."

"When the Pharos Lighthouse lit up, all the fleets across the Eastern Galactic Trek began to converge on Ultramar."

"Exiled refugees, lost merchant ships, and remnants of loyal Space Marine Legions are all beginning to converge on Ultramar."

"At the same time, two people deserve special mention among this assembled force."

"First and foremost is the Lord of Dark Angels, the King of Knights, our eldest brother, Leon El-Jonson!"

This sudden, impassioned voice startled Lion El'Jonson.

As the commander of the First Legion, he wouldn't normally be intimidated, but the Imperium Secundus's ruthless tactics were simply too much.

Startled, Lion El'Jonson glared fiercely at Roboute, Roboute scratched the back of his head somewhat sheepishly.

He glanced at Curze pleadingly, hoping Curze would persuade the Night Haunter not to overreact when telling stories next time.

But Curze's eyes were fixed on the ceiling.

In these trivial situations, it's perfectly acceptable to watch your own brother make a fool of himself.

But if you want him to help his brother avoid embarrassment, then sorry, that's none of my business.

"In addition to the powerful support from the First Legion, there are also 10 elite warriors from the Sixth Legion's Space Wolves."

"They received personal orders from Russ to traverse the Warp Storms, solely to reach Ultramar and ascertain Roboute's loyalty to the Imperium."

"As expected of you, Roboute, ambitious and insightful."

Roboute clutched his forehead in anguish.

"Night Haunter, can you please refrain from making harsh comments at a time like this?"

"Of course not, my silly little brother! How could we miss out on this kind of fun?!"

Upon hearing this, Roboute didn't look at the Night Haunter, but turned to look at Curze.

Curze: Irrelevant.

Lips: Tight!

"Of course, the arrival of the First Legion brought not only a powerful influx of strength, but also a secret."

"A secret?" Lion El'Jonson asked instinctively.

"First, the Legion has no secrets!" the Night Haunter replied with a smile.

"You're playing word games; your sarcasm towards me is meaningless at this point."

"I'm just having fun, what's it to you?"

It's hard!

The fist hardened!

Especially when looking at Curze.

Look at Curze in this world: rational, fair, humble, and polite.

Let's take a look at the Night Haunter.

A dangerous madman, neurotic, arrogant, and hateful.

The contrast between the two situations caused Lion El'Jonson to become quite upset.

"Alright, don't be angry, Imperium Big Cat."

"Now it's time for a no-prize quiz. Everyone, feel free to use your imagination and guess boldly."

What secret did Lion El'Jonson, the First Primarch of the Imperium, bring?

"Dark Age technology?" Russ was the first to speak.

"The Emperor's final command?" Roboute asked.

"No, none of that is right. Guess again."

The Night Haunter denied their answer, but Guilliman quickly noticed the Night Haunter's expression.

It was still that same cold laugh, but this laugh wasn't cruel; it carried a deeper sense of sorrow.

A terrifying thought suddenly occurred to Roboute.

"It can't be... it's you, can it?"

"That's right! Congratulations, Roboute, you've defeated the minds of all the Primarch present!"

"But there's no reward."

Roboute was used to the Night Haunter acting crazy again, but he still felt a chill run down his spine.

Because in the original destiny, the Night Haunter also participated in the betrayal, and now he, such a traitor, has come to Macragge.

Then, Macragge is likely to be in trouble.