Reinforcements Across Space and Time
Now that the original destiny has been largely recounted, the Night Haunter has informed the Primarch present of all the key points he knows.
"Well, you've finally finished your story," said Slaanesh.
"What? Are you going to write a review, Chaos Gods?" The Night Haunter retorted without any politeness.
"I'm not interested, but out of respect and admiration for Mr. Han, I have something to say to you and Curze, as his son."
"I have something to tell you."
"What kind of thing?" Curze asked.
"The disturbances of fate have been cleared away."
Has the disturbance of fate been cleared away?
"You mean... we can find Dad's location?"
"Yes, I found the pointer on that Klein bottle in the Aeldari Temple."
"It was originally part of Compass, but I removed the needle."
"Now that a large number of Drukhari sacrifices have been made, the energy is powerful enough and stable enough. It's time to go find Mr. Han."
Slaanesh's words excited everyone.
Finally.
They were finally able to see their Uncle again.
Just as Slaanesh was about to make a move, the Klein bottle began to flash violently.
"What happened? Didn't you say everything was stable?"
"Don't panic, Curze, wait a little longer," Slaanesh said.
But only she knew how panicked she truly was.
Suddenly, a voice appeared in the Throne Room.
The voice uttered only one word.
But it caused a stir among everyone present.
"Hello?"
Boom!
It exploded!
Everyone was completely shocked.
That's the voice!
Gentle, calm, with a unique sharpness and magnetism.
"Dad!!"
Curze was the first to snap out of it and respond to the voice.
The Thirteen arrived at Curze's side as quickly as possible, and the group looked together at the location of the Klein bottle.
"Hello? Okay, it seems the connection over there isn't working smoothly."
"Alright, just listen. I am indeed here at 40k, so don't worry, Sinleech and I are both here."
"There shouldn't be any major problems at the moment."
"But a lot of trouble is coming in a few decades, and the arrival of Sinleech has driven Tzeentch in this timeline completely insane."
"At that point, Tzeentch will definitely cause a lot of trouble, and I'm a bit short-handed on my side."
"Currently, we can't find any decent help on the 40k side, so we need to bring the Night Haunter back."
"Given the current instability of the passage, the only option is to bring back the Night Haunter."
"Once the passage is stable, you can send more people over. Okay, that's all."
"Also, Night Haunter, once you return, you must quickly reorganize the Eighth Legion. I am currently preparing to reorganize the Ninth Legion."
"Later we met up near Baal. The bat children in this world were a huge problem, and their composition was very complex."
"Besides, without you, Konrad, the Gene-Father, no one would believe what this suddenly appearing old bat man has to say."
"In short, the teleportation will begin in a little over nine hours, so just get ready."
"Damn it, why is it still Sinleech's Sacred Number? That old bastard's smuggled in his own stuff."
Hearing Han Mingxuan's First Company of arrangements and complaints, the Night Haunter's super brain was operating at its limit.
This prevented him from losing his composure on the spot.
Then, with lightning speed, he straightened his posture.
"Oh, right, Curze, Sevatar, Cyrion, Shen, Talos, Agrid, Sandamel, Aequus, Defensio, Impetus, Madian, Tu'en, Pusilock."
"While I was away, you bunch of kids didn't cause me any trouble, did you?"
"Of course, it's okay if you cause trouble. You're all adults now, and you all know your limits. Can you cause as much trouble as Horus?"
"No matter how big the trouble you cause, it'll just put the Huangpizi on the Golden Throne. Don't take it too seriously. The Huangpizi asked for a hammer and got one; it's a good thing."
"Oh dear, we're about to do something big in a few decades. I wonder how powerful the Chaos Gods in this world are."
"Alright, I've rambled on enough. Anyway, you'd better get ready, see you then."
After Han Mingxuan's voice disappeared, the scene was silent for only a moment.
Then it boiled!
"A Fa! Immediately! Right now! Compile all the information about the Legion's construction, right now!"
Malcador simply threw down his cane.
His Psychic Power erupted instantly, and he grabbed Alpharius and ran towards the Administratum.
Sanguinius, Guilliman, and Lion El'Jonson were also taken along.
"Seer! Get the documents ready quickly, I need the results in six hours!"
"Raldoron, get ready immediately, and quickly!"
"Luther, I swear in the name of Knights! Prepare everything you can. I'm giving you five hours!"
"Silent King! Old Han has been found, but there are a lot of problems. He's run into trouble, and only the Night Haunter can return right now!"
"Forget who the Night Haunter is, prepare everything you can! Old Han needs help!"
Trazyn had just finished contacting the Silent King when he saw the chaotic scene and immediately came up with a solution.
"Quiet!"
The two words were spoken loudly, but this shout immediately silenced all the Primarch.
"The Necrontyr will fully cooperate with you in preparing everything that needs to be prepared. Don't waste time on things that aren't important. Prepare all the necessary support!"
I'm only giving you five hours!
"There's not enough time!" Perturabo said.
If he could, he'd like to take the whole of Olympia.
"Keep things simple, and make sure they're effective enough. Don't try to cram the entire Legion into it!"
"Remember, you can only prepare inanimate objects. Don't let impulses ruin your judgment!"
"With the aid of navigational technology that Necrontyr, there's still time!"
"You members of the Council of the Long Night, come back to Nostramo with me, immediately!"
Trazyn said they could only allow the Night Haunter to carry inanimate objects, and at that moment, their idea of sending reinforcements was extinguished. But at the same time, they set their sights on the same place.
The Adeptus Mechanicus.
Since we can only bring inanimate objects, let's bring technology, and sufficiently powerful technology. The gathering place of Imperium of Man's technology is the Adeptus Mechanicus, right here on Mars!
That's the only thing they need to do now.
It's about emptying out the Adeptus Mechanicus!
The Archmagos and Adeptus Mechanicus Priests of the Mars Adeptus Mechanicus were unaware that from the moment the Primarch made their decision...
The Adeptus Mechanicus is destined to bring out all its old tricks.
Of course, among their existing resources, the Primarch would choose the most powerful ones.
Trazyn led the members of the Council of the Long Night in his own spaceship and arrived in Nostramo at top speed, taking less than half an hour in total.
In fact, the C'tan Shard that power his spaceship are already in a weakened state.
"From now on, everything that needs to be prepared in Nostramo will be handled by the Necrontyr. You lot, write letters, put everything you want to say in them, understand!"
"Clear!"
"Very good, let's begin!"
Everyone busied themselves, while the Night Haunter stood blankly to one side, bewildered.
Because happiness came too suddenly.
It's really time to go back.
Father.
My father.
I'm about to see you.