A Thousand Psykers

"Of course, in these turbulent times, besides the direct war, another war awaits the Imperium in the Warp."

"What? There's another war?"

"Yes, Lion El'Jonson, this war and the Siege of Terra happened at the same time, or rather, this war happened even earlier Siege of Terra."

"Do you remember the Psychic Power barrier that Magnus destroyed? The Emperor was unable to leave the Golden Throne precisely because he had to maintain the Webway infrastructure."

"Why don't you guess what's behind that crack?"

Damn it, damn the Night Haunter, it's that damn question time again!

"Curze, didn't we agree that you would be the one to give the presentation?" Lion El'Jonson looked at Curze, wanting to know why.

"The Boss, don't mind him. After all, the Night Haunter personally experienced those things, so his story is more relatable as someone who went through it."

"You!"

Lion El'Jonson was so angry he was speechless. Is this a matter of whether or not one can empathize with the character?

Having the Night Haunter the original history is like stabbing them in the heart.

"Lion El'Jonson, if you have a problem, come at me. Don't think you can cause trouble for Curze just because he's well-read. Curze is an intellectual, but I'm not."

"You damned..."

"Hmph, I haven't even mentioned sending the Great Cannon to Perturabo so he can blast open the Walls of Terra with one shot."

Buzz!

Lion El'Jonson's brain went blank.

The Great Cannon.

Did he hand over the Great Cannon to Perturabo?

"Unless I'm insane!"

"You're not crazy, but you're stupid," the Night Haunter retorted sarcastically without hesitation. "Someone's almost obsessed with becoming Warmaster. Perturabo only said one thing—that he's more suited to be Warmaster —and he handed over the Great Cannon to him."

"During the Siege of Terra, Perturabo's cannon shot cured Dorn's low blood pressure."

Two Great Cannons tore a hole in the Lion's Gate's Adamantium walls, and that hole remained even after Guilliman returned from his 10,000-year slumber.

"I'm even starting to wonder if Father's strong support for you becoming the Warmaster was to prevent you from making any foolish decisions."

Lion El'Jonson opened his mouth, then closed it again, and could only sit there, his face flushed, listening to the Night Haunter his story.

"Okay, let's continue with that War of the Webway that not many people know about, but which resulted in exceptionally heavy casualties."

"Ever since the Psychic Power barrier was torn open, the Warp Daemon behind it have been surging up relentlessly, along with the Emperor Adeptus Custodes, Sisters of Silence leading countless Imperial Army and the Skitarii Adeptus Mechanicus."

"A war began in that dark and sunless Webway, and after that war, not a tenth of the Adeptus Custodes remained."

"But the Daemon of the Warp never ceased to emerge, and in order to end the battle as quickly as possible, the Emperor rose up at the cost of sacrificing 1,000 Psyker."

"He charged into the Webway, completely changing the course of events. At the same time, he summoned the Imperial spirits of the Imperium, those who died at the hands of traitors but whose souls did not perish, including even Ferrus Manus."

"And this is the Legion of the Damned, how ironic, they can't even die in peace, they have to work even after they're dead."

The Night Haunter had been smiling as he finished speaking, but suddenly he seemed to recall some unpleasant memories.

Are the Legion of the Damned in a terrible state?

They are truly miserable.

However, they will not appear unless the Imperium faces a major crisis, meaning they have Holidays.

But what about yourself? Think about your own 10,000 years of pain and torment.

That was absolutely agonizing.

For a full ten thousand years, without a single second of rest, he was constantly being dragged around by Huangpizi, complaining about his misery.

Upon thinking of this, the Night Haunter instantly stopped pitying the Legion of the Damned.

Moreover, the Night Haunter can guarantee that those Emperor's die-hard loyalists are genuinely happy to work for him for free.

Almost the instant the idea of becoming the Night Haunter arose, Ferrus Manus spoke.

"If I can still contribute to the Imperium after death, then I will not hesitate to do so."

Tsk.

"Alright, alright, Ferrus Manus, I knew you were the most loyal, okay?"

Ferrus Manus was also confused. He was just expressing his feelings, but he was inexplicably rebuked by the Night Haunter.

"With the blessing of the Legion of the Damned, they repelled the Daemon in the Webway and closed the Webway gates, but this did not signify victory; rather, it meant the complete failure of the Webway Project."

"The Emperor's dream has come to an end; humanity's nightmare has begun."

"After the Horus Heresy ended, the Emperor, in order to maintain the Astronomican and, at the same time, to keep the Webway closed."

"The Imperium sacrifices a thousand Psyker every day, but as far as I know, due to the Golden Throne's inherent damage and irreparable state, coupled with certain unknown factors of fate, the number of Psyker required has been increasing."

After the Night Haunter finished speaking, he looked at the Three Warp Gods sitting in the corner.

"Ah, it seems it's time for our science lesson again. The Night Haunter also said that the fate of that world is ignorance and foolishness."

"Religious beliefs are rampant, and their worship and sacrifices to the Accursed will lead him to the throne of God."

"I think at that time the Accursed had already reached a stalemate with the Dark King, and it's even highly likely that the destruction of the Golden Throne, as mentioned by the Night Haunter, was the work of the Dark King."

Hearing the Grandfather's explanation, everyone present felt a chill run down their spines.

What kind of magic does this Dark King possess? It's terrifying.

"Don't be so afraid. The Dark King is about corruption and destruction. His appearance will destroy everything. At the same time, the Dark King was also driven out by the four of us working together."

Slaanesh's addition only made the people present more panicked.

Because right now the Emperor is sitting perfectly fine on the Golden Throne, and what's being burned is Psyker, Aeldari Psyker.

"Don't worry, that's exactly why I'm here. If the Dark King is about to appear, then I will kill Him."

"You... can you do it?" Fulgrim asked.

"Of course I can, Little Fulgrim. Mr. Han handed over all the Positive Authority he had collected to me a long time ago, which has accelerated my destiny."

"According to the Prophecy of the Empyrean, I am the most powerful god in the future. Because of Mr. Han's existence, my future has already arrived."

The Primarch looked at this Warp Chaos Gods, and they simply couldn't believe that he could do it, or that he was willing to do it.

"Don't look at me like that, young people. Normally I wouldn't want to get involved in your messes, but this is what Mr. Han wants me to do, so I will do my best."

The moment Han Mingxuan was mentioned, the Primarch felt relieved. If this was their Uncle's arrangement, then everything made sense.

"Our extracurricular knowledge supplement time is over. Let's continue the story. After the Emperor sat on the Golden Throne behind the closed Webway, he saw his destiny."

"When Horus Lupercal arrives in Terra, he will face his son; it will be his only and last chance to leave the Golden Throne."

"After that, he will sit on the Golden Throne, never to be free."

They will never be freed.

Upon hearing this brief sentence, Horus nearly fainted again.

What did I do? What exactly did I do?!

She had actually allowed her beloved father to suffer such a painful fate.

But the Night Haunter's pursuit and finishing blows weren't over yet.

"At the same time, the Great Angel will face his Fated Death."