Imperium Secundus

"From this point forward, Roboute shall serve as Governor of the Imperium Secundus!"

"Lion El'Jonson was appointed Lord Protector of the Imperium Secundus, which is also the Warmaster of the Imperium Secundus!"

"As for Sanguinius himself, he served as the Regent of the Imperium Secundus, that is, the emperor of the Imperium Secundus!"

"Now, everyone here, let us shout!"

"Long live the Imperium Secundus! We pledge our loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor!"

Seeing the Night Haunter's excited expression and hearing the sarcasm in his tone, the three brothers felt they needed to find a place to hide.

The Night Haunter remains the same, his sarcastic nature is off the charts.

Considering their current situation and thoughts, and looking back at their original course of action, their audacity is truly astounding.

How is this different from the second Horus?

Even if we were to build Imperium Secundus, we'd need someone like Uncle to do it.

Speaking of my Uncle, if Uncle were to rise up in rebellion, that wouldn't be a problem.

"Don't be alarmed. In the 9th year of the 31st millennium, the Imperium Secundus was established, but they knew very well that they were doing this only to preserve the Spark of humanity."

"Therefore, nothing about this Imperium is recorded in any official form. News came from Terra in the fifth year after the founding of the Imperium Secundus."

"The Imperium Secundus collapsed instantly, and the three Primarch rushed to Terra to begin providing support."

"I have a few questions," Cyrion asked.

"Speak."

Where are you? Where is the Lord of Drakes?

"I was captured by Sanguinius, then placed in a coffin and launched into space Lord of Drakes remained unconscious after being assassinated by the Perpetual, so the Salamanders brought him back to their Homeworld."

"But don't worry, the Lord of Drakes will awaken later. His power will be indispensable during the Siege of Terra."

"How... did I Resurrection?"

"Numion's Sacrifice."

"My Scions sacrificed themselves?"

"Yes."

"No!"

"That's the truth, Vulkan, though calling it a sacrifice isn't entirely accurate."

"The prerequisite for your Resurrection, or more accurately, is sacrifice."

"A sacrifice great enough."

A great sacrifice.

"That was a brutal death," Vulkan said.

If I had to choose, I would...

"Enough, Numion!"

"Yes."

The Night Haunter smiled and shook his head. "Vulkan is still the same as ever, a merciful fire dragon."

"After his Resurrection, Vulkan unconsciously forged two artifacts: the Seven Hammers Amulet, which he intended to use to destroy Terra in the event of defeat."

"A Burning Hand, and a hammer of immense power."

"Alright, Cyrion, any other questions?"

"Yes, I'm fine now. As long as the Lord of Drakes is still alive, that's all that matters."

The Night Haunter felt as if he could barely breathe.

What about me?

"Aren't you here?"

"I mean..."

"Irrelevant."

"Pfft!"

"Curze!"

Why are you looking at me? I wasn't laughing.

"I heard you!"

"Ferrus Manus farted."

He fainted and hasn't woken up yet!

"Then why don't you wake him up and ask him?"

The Night Haunter fell silent and simply sat to one side, ignoring everyone.

This is infuriating!

This is infuriating!

Damn it!

"It seems the Night Haunter is tired; we can take a rest now," Sanguinius said with a smile.

Ever since the Night Haunter began recounting his original destiny, Sanguinius has barely smiled.

Seeing that the Night Haunter had muted himself, Sanguinius felt a huge sense of relief.

"No, Your Majesty! Even if the Night Haunter doesn't speak, I'm still here!"

"Eight Brother, please spare me," Sanguinius said with a bitter face.

"Look at you, so easily teased! Lion El'Jonson and Roboute are doing just fine, aren't they?"

"Curze!"

"Okay, okay, the Boss, I won't tell."

"The Night Haunter just said there are no official records. So, what about the unofficial records?"

"Dorn!!"

Boom!

Lion El'Jonson threw a punch, but fortunately Dorn was prepared and defended against it.

"Let me think... The First Legion has a few famous sayings that are quite well-known in that world."

"It seems to be called... First Legion, No Secrets!"

"Secondly, long live the Imperium!"

The First Legion Has No Secrets.

Long live the Imperium Secundus!

"Just as I thought."

"Dorn, that's enough!"

"I'm just stating the facts."

Lion El'Jonson was so angry that his face turned red, but he couldn't say a word.

"Alright, alright, you two stop arguing. Dorn, sit down first."

"Need not."

"Listen to me, sit down," Curze said again.

"Is my future bleak?"

Bitter.

After a long pause, Curze finally uttered those two words.

Is it bitter?

"Curze, you know me, I'm Roger Dorn, and I never back down."

"Fate won't spare you just because you're Stalwart Stone. In the recorded Siege of Terra, you had it tough."

Curze gestured to Madian to wake up all the Primarch who had fainted.

"Hmm? Are you finished?" Horus asked.

"No."

"Why would I wake up if you weren't here?" Horus said, about to enter a state of suspended animation.

But Trazyn didn't give him a chance.

"Don't be a coward, young man, be brave."

"Learn from history, Horus."

Horus frowned in pain, and finally, like a deflated balloon, sat down next to Fulgrim.

"The scene is starting to change," said Trazyn, who had been watching the Klein bottle closely.

"Quick, check what's going on!"

"This is... the Vengeful Spirit?"

"Yes, Horus, six thousand Vengeful Spirit."

"What! Six thousand ships?!"

"Yes, according to the Night Haunter, these Vengeful Spirits were borrowed by the Warp Gods."

"The Vengeful Spirit borrowed from every possible timeline."

"But what are all these Vengeful Spirit for?"

Horus couldn't understand what had happened and why six thousand Vengeful Spirit had to be used.

"This is to prevent reinforcements from Relief of Terra, and most importantly, to prevent the Ultramarines from descending upon the Terra battlefield."

Ultramarines?

"As we just mentioned, even after losing 100,000 Ultramarines, 250,000 remain. Moreover, based on historical records and battlefield experience, the Ultramarines' Gene-seed are extremely stable."

"Moreover, during the Siege of Terra, Roboute emptied his coffers; he used everything he could."

"If Roboute's fleet arrives directly at the Terra battlefield, the Heresy faction will be finished."

"Moreover, at that time, the four Warp Four Gods needed to make room for Horus and the Emperor to fight each other."

"A father-son duel?" Horus's brain was throbbing with pain as he said this.

"Yes, Horus, your Horus Heresy is a disaster for the Imperium, and for the Emperor, it is ultimately nothing more than a father losing his son."

Curze patted Horus on the shoulder as he spoke.

"Alright, next I'll tell you about the Siege of Terra. But don't worry, I won't give it a harsh review like the Night Haunter, since that future doesn't look good to anyone."

Although Curze's words were polite enough, those present still felt something was off, even a little strange.

But when they thought of the Night Haunter's sharp tongue and venomous nature, they felt somewhat relieved; it was better for Curze to speak.

"Then I'll continue from what the Night Haunter just said, starting with the three Primarch of the Imperium Secundus Relief of Terra."

"There is no Imperium Secundus, Curze."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"I never wanted to be emperor!"

"Understood, Your Majesty."