You Said I Was Dead?

Wrong!

That sound...

Upon hearing this voice, the Tattoo-faced Earl mechanically turned around and saw the last person he wanted to see.

"And you, Jando, it's been a long time since we last met. But I've heard you're telling everyone I'm dead?"

Did you just say I was dead?

Boom!

The Tattoo-faced Earl's mind was no longer capable of thought; he had even completely forgotten how to breathe.

He simply stared silently at the three people who had appeared before him.

If those three can even be considered human.

One is the Gene-Father, whose head has been severed by Assassin and who is beyond dead; the other is the Lord of Ravens, who has become a monster in the Warp.

There was also the First Company Commander, whose fate was unknown.

No matter how you look at it, this combination is not something that could normally happen.

The Tattoo-faced Earl stared at the Night Haunter for a long time.

Then...

Then he burst out laughing, laughing so hard that he squatted down on the ground.

"Haha! Haha! The Resurrection Night Haunter? The living Night Haunter?!"

"Haha! Sahar, I have to admire your ability; you can create such realistic Psychic Power illusions!"

"And... there's also a Lord of Ravens looks like he's about to go mad?!"

"And there's another First Company Commander whose fate is unknown?"

"Haha! You're so talented, Sahar, you're absolutely brilliant!"

"Yes! Haha! This is exactly what we dream of the Gene-Father should look like, isn't it? Haha!"

After his arrogant and unrestrained laughter, the Tattoo-faced Earl's aura instantly changed.

His violent rage and chilling killing intent were no longer concealed, and coupled with the evil aura emanating from him after siding with Chaos, he now looked more like a crazed Daemon.

"You think you can scare me by projecting your perfect fantasy?!"

"I'm telling you Sahar! Every single one of them who came out of Nostramo is a criminal! Not a single member of the Eighth Legion is innocent!"

"I'm not that Snake Daemon, Fulgrim, who took drugs and burned his brain to ashes!"

"He likes having his Apothecary Clone Primarch to satisfy his perverted Desires, but I don't need that!"

"I originally intended to keep you, but now it seems I can't."

Snap!

Just as the Tattoo-faced Earl was about to make a move, someone patted him on the shoulder.

"Hey, Jando, looks like you're pretty good at being crazy. But you'd better be really crazy right now. If I find out you're just faking it, you'll be in big trouble."

The actual touch, the cold, slightly mocking sound, and the strength in that hand.

They were all telling the Tattoo-faced Earl one thing: the other person was indeed alive.

Turn around, Jando.

It is the voice of the Night Haunter.

"Did you hear your father telling you to turn around?"

The Tattoo-faced Earl could feel the grip on his shoulder tightening as Sevatar's voice came from behind him.

Turn around!

Sevatar's angry shout made the Tattoo-faced Earl's legs tremble involuntarily.

As the Tattoo-faced Earl turned around, the Night Haunter was already standing only one meter away from him.

The Night Haunter said nothing, simply looking down at the Tattoo-faced Earl.

"Jando, I'm very disappointed in you," the Night Haunter said coldly.

The Tattoo-faced Earl simply couldn't believe that the person standing before him was the mad Night Haunter.

The Resurrection Gene-Father who appeared before him seemed almost too normal.

The Night Haunter, even among all the Primarch, is one of the most normal.

But for the Night Haunter, this is the most abnormal thing!

Even as he felt the actual touch and sensed the cold aura emanating from the Night Haunter, he remained steadfast in his conviction.

That's right, this isn't the Night Haunter!

Then he suddenly looked at the Thousand Sons Sorcerer who were besieging Sahar.

"It was you! It must have been you who deceived me with that hateful Witchcraft!"

"You're really crazy."

"Shut up!"

Upon hearing the Night Haunter's voice, Jando reacted instinctively and thrust forward with his weapon.

At such a short distance, the other party certainly wouldn't survive.

But for the Tattoo-faced Earl count, everything was simply contrary to his wishes.

The moment his weapon was drawn, the Night Haunter's powerful Psychic Power shattered it into pieces.

"Boom!"

The Night Haunter no longer concealed his power, and in the blink of an eye, all the Chaos Space Marines present were defeated.

Nurgle's henchmen and Tzeentch's minions were killed instantly by the Night Haunter.

As for the Chaos Space Marines in the Eighth Legion, they were imprisoned by Sevatar.

"No! This can't be! This can't be real!"

Even if he were caught, the Tattoo-faced Earl could not accept this fact.

"You deserve to die! You should have died long ago! This is not your time!"

"This is the era of me Tattoo-faced Earl!"

Seeing the mad, Tattoo-faced Earl, the Night Haunter took out a ruler.

We need to calm the other person down first; their current delirious state is not conducive to the later trial.

Bang!

A single strike with the Tattoo-faced Earl considerably, and he regained some of his senses.

He then began to look the person standing in front of him in the eye.

"You... you're not dead?!"

The Night Haunter did not answer his question directly, but instead took out a chair and sat down.

"What, Jando, are you surprised I'm not dead?"

"No! This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" Jando cried out, "You died ten thousand years ago!"

"So I have been reborn, and now I will take command of my Legion, and judge my Legion."

Seeing the Night Haunter so calm, Jando simply couldn't accept it.

From the moment he met the Night Haunter, all his ambitions and fantasies were shattered.

This caused his behavior to become rigid.

"No... no! I am the Lord of the Legion, I am the Night Haunter!"

"Just one step away, just one step away from obtaining the Crown of Night, just one step away from becoming the Night Haunter!"

The Night Haunter ignored Jando and looked instead at Sahar, who stood there bewildered.

"Long time no see, my Master of the Claws, Zo Sahar," the Night Haunter said with a smile.

As for Sahar?

He doesn't know what to do now.

He just stood there, stunned.

The Gene-Father is abnormal.

This is so normal it's almost abnormal!

He was a veteran of Terra, so he naturally knew what the former Night Haunter was like.

Gloomy, insane.

But what about now?

Calm, rational, even... even with a hint of scholarly gentleness?

Sahar thought he had gone mad.

No, I must be absolutely insane!

Otherwise, why would such a perfect Gene-Father appear before him?

This isn't true.

None of this is real.

Perhaps... perhaps I died while Jando was attacking the Planet.

It was his own obsession with the Night Haunter and the power of the Crown of Night that allowed the Sea of Souls to let him witness such a scene.

Having figured this out, Sahar closed his eyes slightly, a tear welling up in the corner of his eye.

He felt incredibly relaxed and relieved.

"Hahaha, I never thought that after despising the False Emperor for ten thousand years, the only person I can now pray to and thank is him?"

"Ha ha, how ironic!"

"So be it! So be it! Great Emperor, thank you for letting me see my father at his most perfect state as I die."

"I despise you, but I also thank you."

After saying this, Sahar opened his eyes and looked at the Night Haunter sitting steadily in front of him. He took out a box he always carried with him and went to the Night Haunter's side.

He did not kneel on one knee, nor did he bow.

He simply found a rock and sat down.

He then opened the box, inside which was an exquisite black crown.

"I report to you, Father, that the Crown of Night my death; I have not failed your trust."

"I also confess to you, Father, that perhaps after I die Jando will take the crown with him."

"Father, forgive me."

After saying that, he handed over the crown.