Violence over a Group Photo

Five hours later, all the Primarch arrived at the plaza outside the Throne Room.

The square is now filled with all sorts of things.

However, these things are disappearing rapidly because there is a Dimension entrance in front of these batches of supplies.

That was Dimension pocket that the Necrontyr had specifically prepared for the Night Haunter to take back.

That Dimension pocket was incredibly large, big enough to hold an asteroid.

All of these things they've prepared are intended to support Han Mingxuan himself.

In addition to opening one in the Throne Room Square, another one was opened in outer space on the outskirts of Terra.

It was used to allow the supporting fleets to fly in and dock.

"Let me see: all kinds of weapons, Boltgun guns, all kinds of Gene-seed, Terminator Armour, and all kinds of Titans."

"Wow, you guys really went all out, even bringing out the Gloriana-class Battleship?"

"Or an entire fleet?"

As Trazyn inventoried the supplies, he couldn't help but marvel at the sheer wealth and resources of the Imperium of Man when he saw the Gloriana-class Battleship being sent into Dimensional Space.

"Trazyn, this Gloriana-class Battleship was already under construction after Dad returned to the Imperium."

Does it have a name?

"Father of the Evernight".

"Excellent, excellent, this name is very good, it will definitely suit Old Han's taste."

At least it suits his taste; besides, he and Old Han are brothers, so isn't it all the same?

"Oh, by the way, Trazyn, how are you preparing, Necrontyr?"

"Oh, Curze, you mean this? Following the Silent King's supreme instructions, we've stuffed all those worlds of the Necrontyr that haven't been Resurrection into it."

"Huh? Can it fit?"

"Did you think we only prepared one Dimension pocket?"

Wow... wow... impressive!

"Of course, what I mentioned before are secondary things. We've prepared the things that are most convenient for Old Han to use."

What's the thing you're most comfortable with?

"This."

Trazyn waved his hand, and another Dimension rift unfolded beside him.

According to Curze's observations, that Dimensional Space was not large, and the things inside were quite strange.

"This is... Staff?"

"Yes, isn't his Staff the Old Han is most comfortable using?"

"Trazyn, tell me the truth, how many Stars did you ignite to build this thing?"

Curze could be 100% certain that, as of now, every single one of these Staff a Supernova about to explode.

"Why do you care so much? There are countless Stars in the entire Milky Way Galaxy. What's wrong with giving my brother tens of thousands?"

"Tens of thousands?!"

"Otherwise, it's just that time is tight and the task is heavy; otherwise, millions could be possible."

This was all prepared by Jia in advance, so there's no need to be surprised.

Curze has now imagined the most terrifying scenes in that world.

As for those outsiders, if my Dad was unhappy, he would simply throw his Staff down, and then the whole world would be quiet.

"Great job, uncle, you've prepared so well."

"Don't you know who I am? Old Han and I are best buddies."

"By the way, how are the preparations going with the Night Haunter?"

"He doesn't need to prepare anything; he just needs to go."

"Sigh, I heard from Jia that you almost killed the Night Haunter?"

"How could that be? Trazyn, no way! We brothers are perfectly compatible, it's only natural."

"Hmph, do you think I don't know what kind of person you are? But I won't get involved in young people's affairs, so do as you please."

"Haha." Curze just laughed awkwardly twice.

Let's rewind to 5 hours ago.

After receiving Trazyn's explicit instructions, everyone in the Evernight Legion worked overtime writing letters.

The 5,000 men of the Evernight Legion used all the knowledge they had ever acquired to write that letter.

No, it's no longer appropriate to say "writing letters."

With their superhuman physique and speed, they were writing a book.

"Sevatar, you've already revised this letter 500 times. Are you sure you don't want to revise it again?"

"I want to as well, Night Haunter. I want to make it perfect, but if we keep making changes, there won't be enough time."

In reality, the entire Evernight Legion of 5,000 people revised that letter at least several hundred times each.

"Okay, so what are you planning to do for the next while?"

"Take photos, then record audio and video."

"It shouldn't take much time, right?" the Night Haunter said.

"Taking photos and recording audio/video won't take much time, but we need to pack up."

"Pack up? Pack up what?"

"It's none of your business. You'll find out soon enough."

After saying that, Sevatar was the first to slip away.

However, less than two minutes after he returned, the Evernight Network exploded.

"Emergency!"

"What?!"

"Which damn bastard is causing trouble at this time?!"

"Where's the Exterminatus?!"

"Notify the Necrontyr Army to grant me maximum access privileges. I'm going to throw the Exterminatus into their hometown!"

"Have the Boss go find the Silent King and retrieve the Celestial Orrery for us!"

"Alright, everyone quiet down, Sevatar, what's going on?" Hearing the chaotic situation on the Evernight Network, Curze could only speak up to calm things down.

"The Evernight Power Armour has been stolen!"

Buzz...

Boom!

Evernight Power Armour!

Those were the armors their Dad had personally crafted for them—five thousand sets, not one missing.

It's been stolen?!

"Sevatar! What the hell were you doing?! Was your brain filled with donkey dung?! The Evernight Power Armour was stolen?!"

"Alright, the Boss, calm down." Shen said, "Cyrion, go contact the Silent King now and tell him to prepare to activate the Celestial Orrery."

"I'll contact Aunt Jia right away and have her scan the entire Peaceful Star System."

"No."

Shen had already arranged the most violent solution, but Curze's voice appeared in the Evernight Network, and just three words silenced the entire network.

"The Boss, the Holy Armor has been stolen, how can you still be so calm? If you don't look for us now, there won't be any time left!" Even Shen was getting anxious now.

"I know where the stolen items are. Also, please scan again to see if yours are there."

Thirty seconds later, wails echoed through the Evernight Network.

It's lost!

No! My Holy Armor!

"Damn it! Who stole my stuff?!"

If I find out, I'll skin him alive!

"They dared to steal from our Inquisitor! How dare they!"

"Alright!" Talos roared into the network, "The Boss, you just said you knew where the stolen stuff was?"

"Yes, without a doubt, the stolen items were taken by the Night Haunter."

Damn it!

"Get him!"

Damn it! I've disliked him for a long time!

Almost the instant the news broke, the Night Haunter tried to run, but he couldn't escape; Curze firmly blocked him.

Night Haunter, don't you have anything to say?

"That..."

"Xenos, die!"

Before the Night Haunter could even finish speaking, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

The Night Haunter turned around sharply and suddenly found that Sevatar was already holding the Power Halberd, ready to kill him.

"You damned bat Xenos, you're stealing from us!"

"I am the Primarch!"

"Fuck your mother! Hand over the stuff now!"

"Sevatar, how dare you!"

"You're just a lost soul from another world, a lone commander, and you dare to call me presumptuous!"

"Night Haunter, hand over the item," Curze said coldly.

This guy was already annoyed that he could go back early because of fate, and now he even dared to steal things.

"Either you hand it over now, or we'll beat you up and then you hand it over."

"Ha, you think you can beat me..."

Bang!

It was Curze's fist, and his roar.

"Beat him up!!"