Prince of Crows

"It's been a long time, everyone. After all that, I've finally gotten to my own fate."

Hearing the Night Haunter's nonchalant tone, everyone was very curious about what he had done in his original destiny.

"Roboute, although what I did was part of that destiny, now that I'm here, I need to apologize to you beforehand."

"Apologize beforehand?"

"There's nothing I can do about it; after all, in the destiny I inhabit, you're sound asleep right now."

"Sleep?"

"Yes, I'm sleeping. I'm sleeping so soundly that I don't even know if I'm awake or if I'll ever wake up."

The Night Haunter spoke as he woke Fulgrim.

"Hey, wake up, Fulgrim!"

"Night Haunter, you devil, what are you trying to do now?"

"Of course, it's about continuing some of your little stories, like how after you Daemonhood, you not only killed Ferrus Manus, but you also almost killed Roboute."

"What?!"

Neither Fulgrim nor Guilliman doubted what the Night Haunter had said.

The Daemonhood scene shown in the Klein bottle just now was not fake at all.

"Yes, Guilliman was cut by your poisoned blade back then. There was no other way to prevent his death but to put him in Stasis Field."

"In this respect, Roboute's descendants did much better than Horus's descendants; at least they knew to use technology instead of resorting to shamanistic practices."

"Night Haunter, if you woke me up simply to tell me about my misdeeds, then I think you can just beat me up and be done with it."

"Don't give up on yourself like this, Fulgrim. You're my dearest friend, my brother. How could I possibly hit you?"

"Alright, I've finished your little story. Go back to sleep."

It would be a miracle if he could fall asleep.

Fulgrim glared fiercely at the Night Haunter, and then he heard Guilliman's voice.

"What's this about you apologizing beforehand?"

"That's right, Roboute. As we just mentioned, in the original destiny Lion El'Jonson brought me to Macragge."

"But I had gone mad by then, so I planned to assassinate Lady Euten."

Boom!

No sooner had the Night Haunter finished speaking than Guilliman punched him.

"But don't worry, Lady Euten is still alive, and according to the information I got from the Huangpizi, Lady Euten's currently in Trazyn's hands."

Um?

"How could this be any of my business?"

"That's for sure, after all, you, the Trazyn the Infinite, are a well-known Collector throughout the universe."

Trazyn nodded. Based on what the Night Haunter had said, and considering his own collecting habits, he felt that he might indeed have done so at the time.

"Indeed, the Mother of the Primarchs, nearing the end of her life, is unique to all civilizations in the universe, and is of great value in my museum."

You bastard!

"Don't get angry so easily, Roboute. I'm just stating the facts objectively from a Collector's perspective."

"Besides, I've protected all my collection very well, and I think Lady Euten is still alive."

"Yes, Lady Euten is indeed alive and well despite that fate."

"Roboute, don't glare at Trazyn so angrily. For the universe at 40K, Trazyn was practically a Living Saint."

Guilliman didn't say anything; he just stood there sulking.

Although he knew that his mother was still alive in his original destiny, something still felt off.

"Alright, you've made the call and heard the message, so let's continue."

"As for why I came to Macragge, that requires explaining the Warmaster's plan."

"At that time, the Warmaster ordered the Eighth Legion to block the First Legion to prevent them from returning to defend Terra."

"To achieve this, the entire Eighth Legion began a massacre in the Eastern Galaxy. To be honest, the Eighth Legion had never killed so many people when it was working for the Imperium before."

"The Eighth Legion is really a philanthropist," Roboute remarked sarcastically.

"We wouldn't call ourselves great philanthropists; back then, we were at most considered terrorists."

"Compared to other Legions, we inflicted the fewest casualties during the Great Crusade."

"Many Planets surrender immediately upon hearing the name of the Eighth Legion."

"Direct surrender?" Sevatar caught the key part of the Night Haunter's words. "Can I understand that what you just said about terrorists is Fear Inducement?"

"Of course, that's right. My eldest son, the Eighth Legion's most effective tactic is fear."

"We Primarch have all inherited some of the Emperor's traits to varying degrees, and I am the kind the Emperor fears most: extreme justice."

"We all know that one extreme can easily slide into another, and what's more, in order to achieve my extreme sense of justice, I will use methods of extreme fear."

"Like skinning?" Sevatar asked.

He didn't originally intend to ask this, but during the Imperium Anti-Corruption campaign, they did indeed create many Human Skin Pits in Terra.

"Yes, my Prince of Crows, all the men of the Eighth Legion are true Masters of Torture throughout the entire Imperium."

I have a question.

"Ask away, Sevatar, I'll answer everything I know."

"Logically, we should be considered bats, so why am I the Prince of Crows?"

"Because you wear human skin on your body, and after it rots for a long time, crows will come to eat it, so you are called the Prince of Crows."

"Sevatar, you're disgusting," Aequus said.

"That was my original destiny; now I am the Chief Juror."

"Yes, Sevatar. You are now the Chief Juror, and you are exactly what I've always dreamed of you becoming."

"The current Eighth Legion is exactly what I aspire to be."

At this point, the Night Haunter looked at Curze with some envy.

But thinking about it carefully, he did at least come into this world and receive his father's teachings.

He's no longer crazy; he's turned over a new leaf and can start anew.

Furthermore, based on the images displayed on the Klein bottle, it can be inferred that the father was very likely in his own time, if he could go back.

Wouldn't that mean making a killing?

I'm so sorry, Curze, my young brother, if I could go back, I would have to take care of Father in his old age.

Thinking of all this, the Night Haunter tried his best to suppress the smirk on his face.

Fortunately Curze was looking at his brothers and not at them.

"I have another question," Shen asked. "In the original destiny, did something happen to the Eighth Legion?"

"Of course, Shen. Indeed, whether in this world or the original world, you remain as wise and clear-headed as ever."

"If I were still conscious in that world, I would definitely be in pain."

Upon hearing Shen's words, the Night Haunter fell silent, his words stuck in his throat.

"I regret to inform you, my Scions, that you are right, I have failed your expectations."

"Excuse my bluntness, Night Haunter, if my Uncle heard you taking advantage of us, he would definitely beat you up," Agrid said without any politeness.

"Agrid is right, we're now peers."

Seeing Talos's expression, the Night Haunter spat out a sentence through gritted teeth.

"Talos, you weren't this talkative in your original destiny."

"So you said it yourself, this world and that world have nothing to do with each other, and we have little to do with you either, so don't try to take advantage of us."

"Alright, Talos, let's not talk about seniority at a time like this, Night Haunter. I need to know what happened to the Eighth Legion, which was originally destined to be there," Cyrion said.