Old Cured Meat, You Deserve to Die!

"Oh, by the way, where is the Night Haunter?"

Back in the present, seeing that the main character hadn't arrived yet, Trazyn became somewhat anxious.

"Oh, him? He was so excited when he heard he was going back that he tripped and fell flat on his face on the warship on his way back."

"I sprained my ankle."

Um?

Trazyn immediately realized something was wrong.

Are you sure you sprained your ankle?

"Um... okay, he tumbled down the stairs of the warship. He got into a pretty bad fall, spraining his ankle and getting bruised on his face."

Ha, this kid.

"Alright, let's wait for him then."

A dozen minutes later, a person wearing Artificer Power Armour, a black robe, and a mask walked over with a limp.

"You are... the Night Haunter?"

The Night Haunter did not speak, but simply nodded.

"What, have you become mute?"

The Night Haunter remained silent.

But Curze offered an explanation for him.

"That's how it is, Trazyn. He probably felt it was embarrassing for a Primarch to tumble down the stairs on a warship, so he was a little too ashamed to say it."

Hearing Curze's explanation, Trazyn understood perfectly well, but he didn't say much, only nodded.

Only the members of the Evernight Legion know the actual situation.

Now, the Night Haunter not only has a bruised and swollen face, but he's also missing two front teeth.

As for how he lost his two front teeth...

Curze wasn't sure either; maybe the fall was pretty bad.

Then, Trazyn gave a Dimensional Ring to the Night Haunter.

"There are several Dimensional Space here, all of which are things we use to support Old Han."

"You can wear this ring for now, but you don't have permission to use it."

"The ring's encryption system uses the soul-binding model of the Peaceful Star System."

"Once you reach that timeline, as long as Old Han's soul is detected, this ring will automatically go to him. Don't worry. As for the rest, we've explained everything to him in the encryption system."

The Night Haunter nodded blankly, then quietly waited for the teleportation to begin.

Soon, the nine hours were up.

A magnificent golden beam of light enveloped the Night Haunter, and in the blink of an eye, he vanished without a trace.

"That's it?" Curze asked, still somewhat skeptical.

"Look at the Klein bottle."

Following Trazyn's prompting, everyone looked at the Klein bottle, where an extremely faint golden light flashed.

In other words, the Night Haunter has indeed returned to his original fate.

"Then all we can do now is wait."

"Let's wait. If we can get in touch the first time, we can definitely do it the second time," Curze said.

The group then sat down again.

"Why are you standing here?" Curze asked, looking at Slaanesh, who was standing there dumbfounded.

"Hello!"

Seeing that she didn't respond to his calls, the Night Haunter decided to remind her.

But it was that one bump that caused the problem.

"Mr. Han! I did it!"

Suddenly, as if she had lost her mind, Slaanesh shouted out this sentence.

Then he left the Throne Room with lightning speed.

"Grandfather, do you have any ideas?"

The Grandfather simply smiled and shook his head, "I'm just an old man with failing eyesight, what clues could I possibly have? At most, I can only raise a pig."

Curze shook his head, no longer paying attention to the oldest god.

This fat old man is the oldest of the four gods. He's always smiling, and getting anything out of him is harder than climbing to heaven.

After being transported through time and space, the Night Haunter quickly returned to his original timeline.

"Father! I'm coming to find you now!"

In the Night Haunter's entire life, he had never felt so happy to be back in this damned timeline as he did now.

His father is in this world, in the same world as him, on the same line of fate; he will soon be able to see his father.

A father who belongs only to him.

Yes, in the Night Haunter's eyes, for the foreseeable future, he will be the only one who can stay by his father's side.

The only one!

Even if Curze comes, it won't work!

Because!

He's not coming!

As for how to find his father, the Night Haunter has nine ways, nine ways!

However, just as he was about to go look for it, the situation suddenly changed drastically.

A violent Warp Storm suddenly appeared around him.

The Night Haunter knew very well what the power contained within that Warp Storm was.

That's Psychic Power from the Emperor!

"No!!"

Before the Night Haunter could finish his protest, he was swept away by the Warp Storm. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the Throne Room of Terra.

"You damned Old Cured Meat! Why did you bring me here!"

Upon seeing the damned Throne Room door, the Night Haunter immediately reacted.

His first thought was to rush over and smash the door down.

He knew that once the Emperor made his move, he wouldn't be able to escape. Since he couldn't escape, he decided to cause a huge disturbance.

He once went to great lengths to wreak havoc in Macragge, so he might as well wreak havoc in Terra now!

Trajann Valoris, who was standing guard outside the Throne Room, suddenly felt a sense of danger.

That kind of danger bursts forth from the depths of one's soul, and cannot be suppressed.

Besides the danger, there was also a deep sense of fear.

"Who!"

Boom!

The response to Trajann Valoris a tremendous force.

He was sent flying by the immense force, crashing into the door of the Throne Room and shattering it.

"Cough cough! Pfft!"

"Enemy attack!!"

"Shut up!"

Buzz!

A chilling, Psychic Power erupted instantly within the Throne Room, causing all the Adeptus Custodes, including Trajann Valoris, to feel a stinging pain in their skin.

Killing intent!

Unreserved killing intent!

"You... the... eighth... Ko... Curze?!"

As the Captain-General of this era, he was very familiar with the Primarch, and that was why he was so impressed when he saw the Eighth Legion Primarch.

Trajann Valoris was completely stunned.

According to the most secret records in the Emperor's secret chamber.

This person should have died long ago.

He should have been a ghost long ago, or rather, his soul should have been scattered long ago.

But why is this traitor standing here perfectly fine, and there are clearly no wounds on his body?

"You damned Old Cured Meat! I'll kill you!"

"Quiet down, young man."

Curze had barely taken two steps when he was Sinleech.

"Damn it! You're his lackey too! Die!"

Buzz!

Centered on the Night Haunter, a small Warp vortex suddenly appeared around him.

"Wow, Mr. Han's son is truly remarkable. To awaken the Warp Essence under such circumstances is just too dramatic."

"Even if you awaken, you're still just a Lesser God, not even worth a second glance. Quiet down."

A crystal cage appeared, trapping the Night Haunter inside.

"Now you can peacefully awaken your Warp Essence. After you've fully awakened, I'll tell you where Mr. Han went and what his plans are for you."

As for that Old Cured Meat sitting on the toilet, you don't need to worry about him.

Trajann Valoris finally came to his senses, using his weapon to prop himself up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looking at Sinleech.

"Your Chancellor, Prime Minister..."

"It seems Mr. Han has a significant influence on him; the fact that he didn't kill you in one move is already quite lenient."

"My lord... that's not what I meant. I meant to say..."

"His Resurrection was orchestrated by this Old Cured Meat and Mr. Han. Believe me, Trajann Valoris, in this era, the Night Haunter will be the first loyal Primarch to return."

Night Haunter?

Return?

Loyal Primarch?

That Night Daemon?

That Night Haunter?

Am I already dead?