The Last Wall Protocol

"Since the Scouring, the Imperium of Man has recovered significantly compared to the era of the Horus Heresy, which once made the Imperium of Man believe that glory would once again descend upon humanity."

"Over time, they even forgot the pain the Horus Heresy had inflicted on the Imperium."

"However, as the Emperor sits on the Golden Throne, bringing the last vestige of protection to the Imperium of Man, all the remaining crises will have to be faced by humanity alone."

"During this period, the Ecclesiarchy was very popular, and they worshipped the Emperor as a god. Lorgar, tell me, is religion a useful thing?"

"That depends on how they use it, but no matter how they use it, from our current perspective, what they are doing cannot be called correct; in fact, it is Heretic."

Upon hearing Lorgar's answer, the Night Haunter simply shook his head, his eyes filled with pity.

"But at that time, everyone worshipped the Emperor as a god. The rationality of Imperial Truth had vanished, and they even called those who believed in Imperial Truth Heretics."

"Cough cough! Pfft!"

Upon hearing this violent cough, the Primarch all looked toward the Golden Throne.

The Emperor, who had been in a coma, suddenly began coughing violently and vomited a mouthful of black blood.

"You're quite the actor, Your Emperor. How about it? If the original fate line is really as you imagined, isn't it to your liking?"

But the Emperor didn't say anything. After vomiting blood, he fainted again, but all the Primarch present knew that the Emperor was faking it.

It's no exaggeration to say that from the very first word the Night Haunter uttered about destiny, the Emperor had been faking it all along.

He just wanted to see what had happened to humanity in their original destiny.

However, as the Night Haunter recounted his story, the Emperor gradually realized that if everything unfolded as fate had foretold, then humanity would truly be doomed.

"Alright, let's leave the Age of Apostasy behind and get back to the War of the Beasts."

"Why not talk about the Age of Apostasy?" Fulgrim asked.

"To sum up the Age of Apostasy in one sentence: rationality is nonexistent, superstition reigns supreme Lorgar. If Luo Jia can hold on a little longer, he will become the Ecclesiarch."

"Wait... how am I involved here?"

"What else could it be? In the original timeline, you encountered someone who believed in the Ecclesiarchy, and then you had a debate with him, which you lost."

"But the arguments they used to refute you were all from the Lectitio Divinitatus."

Tsk.

Lorgar didn't say much; he just felt a toothache.

It's mainly due to internal heat.

"The Age of Apostasy was an era of superstition and madness. Rather than talking about that stinking stuff, I'd rather talk about the Imperial Fists."

He witnessed firsthand Vandire's rampage in the Imperium, and saw Vangorich ultimately driven mad by the Imperium.

Even the Night Haunter found it disgusting.

Because he was truly in the space of the Golden Throne, watching helplessly as the Imperium of Man turned into a cesspool.

That's absolutely disgusting.

"Koorland initiated the Last Wall Protocol, temporarily forming the Seventh Legion, and then Vulkan appeared on the battlefield."

"He defeated the Beast, and from that moment on, the last loyal Primarch of the Imperium of Man vanished from the Imperium annals."

"The War of the Beasts is indeed over, but the catastrophe of the Imperial Fists is not over."

"Due to Dorn's disappearance, the two genetic surgeries he underwent during the Siege of Terra have become permanent defects left behind by human intervention."

"Meanwhile, in the War of the Beast, the Imperial Fists Chapter was almost wiped out."

"What?!"

Upon hearing this news, Dorn could no longer contain himself.

"You heard right, Dorn, the Imperial Fists Chapter is empty."

"From now on, the Imperial Fists will be composed entirely of personnel drawn from various subsidiary groups."

Dorn didn't say anything; he just sat there, but his brothers could tell that Dorn was very sad.

During the Siege of Terra, he sent his immature Scions to the battlefield.

After the Siege of Terra ended, he, as their Gene-Father, disappeared without a trace.

The Imperial Fists suffered heavy losses in the face of the Iron Warriors' trap.

In the very end, even the Imperial Fists Chapter was wiped out.

"Night Haunter, is there any way to get back there?"

What do you want to do?

"I want to save my Scions."

"As you can see, Dorn, there's no going back. I'm thinking about how to get back now, but I can't find a way."

"No... there's no need to be so anxious, Dorn."

When the Throne Room fell silent, the Emperor on the Golden Throne spoke.

"Father? Can you let me go there?"

"I can't, son. As of now, I haven't found Old Han's exact location."

"But if Old Han really goes to that fateful future, then the problem of the Imperial Fists will no longer be a problem."

"During the Ullanor Crusade, Old Han and I worked together in the Luna gene Laboratory to create a body for the Night Haunter."

"Towards the end of that matter, I gave him your genetic template."

The Primarch's genetic template.

"If Old Han really is in that future, then the gene template he possesses can fill the gaps in the Imperial Fists."

Hearing the Emperor's words, Dorn finally felt relieved, and then he kept his eyes glued to the Klein bottle.

He hoped the Klein bottle could provide some guidance, even if it was just a change in the scene.

An eerie silence fell over the scene once again, but Lion El'Jonson quietly asked the Night Haunter a question.

"Night Haunter, can you tell me the details about Caliban?"

"To put it simply, in the original destiny, Legion Instructor Luther was sent by you to the Homeworld to conduct Recruits training, which is not good news for Luther."

"Because he harbors resentment towards you, Chaos was able to take advantage of the situation. Then, when you return to Caliban, you won't be greeted with a welcome, but with cannon fire."

"Then the civil war began in Caliban, but it all had a sinister undertone, because later, a massive Warp Storm appeared near Caliban."

"Then, only one area remained in the entire Caliban, which they subsequently transformed into a fortified monastery, later known as the Rock."

"How is that possible?! Why didn't you tell me the details?!"

"Don't be ridiculous, Lion El'Jonson. Your Legion is riddled with inner Inner Circle, large rings within small rings. Even Alpharius would have a brain freeze if he joined your Legion."

"The fact that I know all this already shows I have a good memory."

"By the way, Night Haunter, how do you know these things?" Sanguinius asked.

If things had unfolded according to their original destiny, then the Night Haunter should have been dead by now.

"My soul was dragged to the Golden Throne by that Old Cured Meat. I never imagined that the saying 'the soul returns to the Golden Throne' would be the first to come true for me."

"Then, during those long years, I listened to that Old Cured Meat complain every day, you know what? I was almost driven crazy."

"I refuse to believe that in all those long years, you didn't get the truth about Caliban from the Emperor!"

"The truth about Caliban is irrelevant to me; after all, I never expected to end up here. The only thing I can say is..."

"At that time, your Scions, who were following behind you, launched a relentless pursuit of the Dark Son of the Angel, who had been thrown into the Warp."

"But don't worry, this isn't the fate of this world. Just treat it as a story and don't overthink it, or you'll have trouble sleeping tonight."

Don't overthink it.

That's easy to say.

The Lion now feels like there's a cat scratching at his heart.

It's incredibly frustrating and unbearable.

He longed to go back to that original fate and see what had happened.