Zoe Sahar

Sahar is now at peace, waiting for his consciousness to fade away.

But a minute passed, then two minutes, and nothing happened.

He could still smell the stench of the Underhive District and the heatwave after the Hive City was destroyed.

He could also sense Jando not far away, and his brothers behind him.

And, sitting in front of me... is my father.

Sahar opened his eyes and found that nothing had changed around him.

Or rather, the only thing that changed was the Night Haunter's eyes.

Sahar could clearly sense the pleased smile in those eyes.

And a touch of melancholy and... guilt.

"You have done well, Sahar, my Scions, I am proud of you."

"You've endured ten thousand years of wandering and hardship."

The Night Haunter accepted the crown and patted him on the shoulder with a meaningful expression.

The Night Haunter's voice was not solemn, but rather carried the comforting tone of a father to his son.

"Your mission is complete, Sahar. You did a great job."

Sahar looked at the man, and he just stared at him.

A glance that lasts a lifetime.

From the moment the Night Haunter came into contact with him, the connection of blood and soul within the Gene-seed made Sahar absolutely certain.

This is his father!

"Father... Father... Father..."

"Alright, I'm back. All the suffering and torment should be over now."

Sahar said nothing; he simply lay prostrate before the Night Haunter, his body trembling slightly.

Then came loud weeping.

Witnessing this scene and sensing the relief, grievance, and resentment in the hearts of his Scions, the Night Haunter gradually understood.

Being a father is tough.

The Night Haunter did nothing more; he simply waited for Sahar to calm down.

"Night Lords Master of the Claws, Zo Sahar! Mission accomplished, requesting to rejoin the party!"

When Sahar stood up again, his eyes were no longer filled with despair or confusion.

It possesses only an incomparably sharp aura.

The Space Marine's passion was reignited at this moment.

"Come in."

"Long live the Night Haunter! We have come for you!"

Sahar approached Sevatar smiled at him and extended her fist.

The two men bumped fists, Sahar joined the ranks.

He stood ramrod straight, just as he had during the Great Crusade; nothing had changed.

As Corvus watched this scene, he couldn't help but feel somewhat dazed.

This scene was common during the Great Crusade, but it is truly precious in today's context.

The Night Haunter stood up and approached Valier and Decimus.

"Long live the Night Haunter! We have come for you!"

Upon seeing the Gene-Father arrive before them, the two shouted a slogan in unison.

The Night Haunter looked at Decimus.

"Indeed, Talos has a worthy successor."

He then looked at Valier, a Space Marine Apothecary.

"You have shed blood for the Legion in these difficult times, and I am proud of you."

"Long live the Night Haunter! We have come for you!"

"Come in formation. Let's return to the Nightfall first, clean it up, and then prepare to rebuild the Legion."

"From this moment forward, we do not belong to the Imperium; we belong to the Law and justice."

The Night Haunter led them back to the Nightfall, and seeing Nightfall current state, everyone felt heartbroken.

However, the Night Haunter felt this was a good start.

Let's clean this place up first.

Over the next period of time, the group of them used the spaceship's internal cleaning procedures to thoroughly clean the entire Nightfall, inside and out.

"Father, do we need to recruit new blood now?"

"Not yet, Sahar. Right now, there are only a few of us on the Nightfall, so many things can't be done."

"Recruiting new blood isn't urgent; our first priority now is to recall our old subordinates."

There's no rush to recruit new people; first, we need to reclaim what we've already built up.

"But Father, after your death, the Eighth Legion split into various factions, each acting independently."

Sahar, having endured years of hardship and displacement, had long since seen through the current state of the Eighth Legion.

Gathering old subordinates is extremely difficult.

"I am not calling everyone back, Sahar. This is both a call to return and a judgment after the return."

Sahar did not understand the Night Haunter's meaning, but Sevatar handed him the Evernight Code.

"According to the Code of Evernight Code, some people can be recalled, while others can only be tried."

Sahar said nothing; he simply took the Code and examined it carefully. Then, he looked at the Night Haunter in surprise.

After reading the Code, he realized that his father had truly changed, and the change was earth-shattering.

But just as he closed the book, he saw the author's name.

Father of Night.

Sahar had never heard of this name before, and he had some questions about it, but he wouldn't ask them now.

Without a doubt, the author of this book was the root cause of the change in her father, so there's no need to ask any further questions.

"Father, give the order."

Okay, let's go now.

At the same time, aboard the Father of the Evernight.

After a period of rest, everything in the Lamenters is now back on track.

Han Mingxuan finally had time to visit the Gloriana-class Battleship.

However, the name of this Flagship is truly enough to make one's ears burn with excitement.

"Sir, the Silent King has been waiting for you for a long time."

Not long after arriving at the Flagship, Krete reported some news to Han Mingxuan.

"How long did the Silent King wait?"

It's been almost half a month.

Han Mingxuan nodded, and then followed Krete to meet the Silent King of this world.

When Han Mingxuan appeared before the Silent King, the Silent King suddenly appeared in front of Han Mingxuan.

"Silent King, what are you doing? Stay away from Mr. Han!"

If this were any other time, the Silent King would have made him fly away long ago if someone had shown him such disrespect.

But seeing that Krete had already Resurrection, the Silent King still held back.

But when he saw Han Mingxuan, his tone remained extremely enthusiastic.

"Honorable Father of Night, I offer you my deepest apologies for my offense some time ago."

"Silent King, there's no need for such formalities. Please sit down and let's talk."

Han Mingxuan wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the current Silent King was much more insane than the Silent King from the 30k era.

Or rather, more radical, more insane.

"Silent King, please speak your mind."

With Han Mingxuan's approval, the Silent King no longer concealed his intentions.

"Thank you, Mr. Han, for your immense kindness and generosity, which has given me and my people a chance to be reborn!"

That one sentence alone gave Han Mingxuan quite a fright.

The Silent King's words are far too blunt.

"Don't say that. I was just doing what I could, and I did it for my own good."

Based on Han Mingxuan's experience, Resurrection the Necrontyr during the 30K era can accelerate one's soul excavation progress, and the same applies during the 40K era.

"What needs does Mr. Han have? Just tell us, and we will certainly meet them!"

"It's nothing. By helping you gain your souls, my soul will also be liberated. It's both a collaboration and a mutually beneficial arrangement."

The Silent King nodded; what Han Mingxuan said was indeed the same as what Krete had told him.

"Please, Mr. Han, save me!"

As he spoke, the Silent King was about to kneel on the ground.

Han Mingxuan reacted quickly and immediately helped the other person up.

You can't kneel here.

The Silent King is, after all, a king of a clan; his current posture is far too humble.

"Silent King, there's no need for that. This is a mutually beneficial arrangement; I'll do it if I can."

"Sir, you don't know how hard our people have suffered!" said the Silent King.