Something's Wrong!

It was clear that Jando had led his people in an attack on the Planet.

They must hurry and leave; if Jando finds them, the Crown of Night will definitely be his.

Just as they were about to leave, a small squad of Space Marines appeared before them.

Chaos Space Marines.

"Thousand Sons wizards, what do you want to do?"

These wizards of the Thousand Sons were a few unfortunate souls that Tzeentch managed to take with him when he left the Adeptus Administratum; they were already unconscious.

Otherwise, given his current situation, there would be no one to help him with the work.

His original plan was to take Magnus away directly, but Magnus was too conspicuous, and if he took him away directly, that damned guy would beat him with a spinning top again.

Therefore, Tzeentch had no choice but to settle for second best and take away a small number of the Thousand Sons' Space Marines.

"It seems your situation isn't looking good, my brothers."

But to Sahar's surprise, in addition to the wizards of the Thousand Sons, the Death Guards also arrived.

"We are not brothers with you Chaos scum."

"Heh heh heh, none of that matters anymore, Night Lords. You cannot leave here now."

"No one can stop the Night Lords's path."

"This is the will of our Grandfather, and you cannot disobey him. Our Grandfather wants you to stay and watch a good show."

"So noisy!"

On the Planet's surface, the Night Lords, the Thousand Sons, and the Death Guards engaged in a chaotic battle.

Although the Night Lords are few in number, they are the elite of the elite, and they are capable of putting up a resistance.

Moreover, during the battle, the Night Lords discovered that the Thousand Sons Sorcerer's Psychic Power state was extremely unstable, and this was their weak point.

As for why their Psychic Power states are unstable, only Sinleech knows.

The battle was raging on the ground, and it was just as lively on the Flagship.

"Night Haunter, it seems we must set off."

"Corvus, what happened?"

"Your Flagship is quite lively right now. Besides your unfilial descendants, a portion of the Drukhari has also quietly hitched a ride."

Black Bean Sprouts?

Why did these guys get on the ship?

While they were wondering what was going on, Jando had already started fighting these Drukhari.

"You Xenos! How dare you disrespect the commander of the Eighth Legion! Die!"

"You are not the Prophecy master of the Eighth Legion, tell us where the Night Haunter is!"

Black Bean Sprouts would have been fine if they hadn't said that, but their words made Jando explode like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He entered Frenzy state.

"Night Haunter? I am the Night Haunter!"

"But you look like a Chaos Xenos monster that looks like a bat, completely different from the Night Haunter in the Prophecy."

"That rat from the Nostramo sewers is long dead!"

"Now I am the master of the Nightfall, I am the lord of the Eighth Legion, I am the Lord of the Night Haunter!"

The leader of the Drukhari ignored Jando's mad pronouncements and decided to kill him first, regardless of who he was.

They came with a mission, as instructed by the prophet within their tribe.

The Wraith that were destined to die have been resurrected.

His existence will bring about tremendous changes to the fate of the entire Drukhari, so the Night Haunter must die.

Meanwhile, inside the secret chamber of the Nightfall, the Night Haunter and his two companions were also preparing to make their move.

"Let's go, let's clear away the mess outside, and then talk about family matters."

The three of them left the secret room and charged towards the control room hidden in the night.

But the battle situation was changing rapidly, and Jando knew very well that it was not a solution to keep entangled with these Drukhari.

So he organized his men and his Daemon to hold off these Drukhari.

Then he landed on the Planet with his trusted followers, and following the instructions in the message, he arrived at Sahar's location.

This caused great hardship for the Chaos traitors who remained on the Nightfall.

These Chaos traitors are now facing not only the offensive of the Drukhari, but also two Primarch and a Legion Commander attacking from the rear.

Soon, the Drukhari saw the target they Prophecy they needed to kill.

The Eighth Legion Space Marines, who had already sided with Chaos, collapsed to the ground upon seeing that person.

These Chaos Space Marines include veterans and newcomers, but the memory inheritance brought by the Gene-seed makes them remember that person forever.

"It's been ten thousand years, my unfilial sons."

"A ghost... a ghost!"

Seeing the Gene-Father standing alive before them, even these Space Marines, masters of fear tactics, were terrified.

This is too bizarre. Even in the Warp, where they live among Daemon every day, they have never seen anything so strange.

The Primarch that had died had come back to life.

And they even sided with the loyalist Primarch!

"Ha, you're good at instilling fear in others, but are you afraid of facing me now?"

I'm very disappointed in you.

After the Night Haunter finished speaking, he began to purge those who had already sided with Chaos.

As for the Drukhari, they were all left to Corvus to handle.

Kill him!

The Drukhari saw the Prophecy target appear, and they wanted to kill the Night Haunter, but what blocked their way was a shadow.

Soon, within two hours of Jando landing on the Planet, the two Primarch and a Legion Commander had wiped out the entire warship.

"Now only Jando is left. Seeing him again after nearly ten thousand years is truly a poignant experience."

Let's set off now.

On the Planet's surface, Jando has already arrived at his destination with his trusted followers.

"Welcome, Space Marines who have come here in accordance with the will of the Lord of Change."

Upon seeing that Jando had arrived, the wizard of the Thousand Sons welcomed him, but Jando showed no interest.

Even though the other party had clearly told him that the news about the Crown of Night was leaked by them, he didn't care.

Because he saw the three men, all badly injured.

One of them was Sahar, whom he longed for day and night and wished he could skin him alive.

"You thief, you stole my crown, my fame, my rights, and now you should give them back to me!"

Hearing Jando's arrogant and boastful remarks, Sahar couldn't help but laugh.

"Haha! The Crown of Night has always belonged to my Gene-Father, the great Night Haunter."

"It doesn't belong to you, it doesn't belong to you, you bat freak who abandoned glory, became a slave to fear, and sided with Chaos!"

"Hmph! I am now the master of the Nightfall, the Nightfall's Machine Spirits are cheering for me, I am the true successor of the Eighth Legion!"

"As for the Night Haunter you mentioned, Konrad Curze?"

"Ha! Wake up, Sahar! The Night Haunter has been dead since the Horus Heresy!"

"His head was severed by a Mortals Assassin. He was the Primarch, yet he just waited to die in such humiliation. He was a prisoner of fate, a coward!"

"And I, the great Tattoo-faced Earl, Jando Sclavelk."

"I have the courage and the ambition; now all I lack is the Crown of Night!"

"Sahar, in the great name of the Eighth Legion, the Night Haunter, I command you!"

"Now! Give me my crown!"

"In this way, I can forgive all your past overstepping and offenses. In this way, you will still be the Master of the Claws of the First Company, and you will replace Sevatar!"

"The Night Haunter?!" Sahar suddenly exclaimed.

When Jando heard what the other person said, he was instantly delighted.

"Haha! Yes, Sahar, I am the Night Haunter! See? You should know better. Now, give me the crown!"

"Hehehe, long time no see, Sahar."

Wrong!