An Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon in the Making

"Father, are you setting off again?" The Night Haunter asked Han Mingxuan.

Her father had only been back for a few days when she had to run around again because of the mess left by the Imperium of Man.

Just thinking about it infuriated the Night Haunter.

Without a doubt, it's all the fault of that mummified corpse sitting on the Golden Throne.

"Yes, the situation is rather complicated right now. If I don't keep an eye on things, there's a high chance something might go wrong."

The Black Pelt is no match for the Huangpizi; the Black Pelt's power far surpasses that of the Emperor himself.

Moreover, for something like burning the Black Pelt, Han Mingxuan had to be present.

"Just focus on training your troops. After this matter is resolved, you'll soon be able to operate openly and legitimately within the Imperium of Man."

"Father, it doesn't matter what happens to me, but you..."

"Don't talk like that, brat. I put you in training so you can stand up openly and honestly when the time comes, not so you can sit here and do nothing."

"Prepare well, or you'll regret it."

"Father, rest assured, I will not slack off no matter what!"

Afterwards, Han Mingxuan and Sinleech arrived in Terra together.

"Mr. Han, what do we do next?"

"Simple, let's go to the Department of Internal Affairs first."

What are you going there for?

"Of course, it's to prevent problems before they arise."

At first, Sinleech didn't quite understand what Han Mingxuan meant by "prevention is better than cure," but he understood in the next instant.

After Han Mingxuan went to the Department of Internal Affairs, he immediately beat up Mortarion and Magnus without saying a word.

Without saying a word, Han Mingxuan broke the legs of the two Daemon Princes and tied them up.

"Sir, this is..."

"The situation with Black Pelt is troublesome. Both of them are potential dangers and must be eliminated. By the way, is Sanguinius in?"

He should be preparing to leave Terra now.

The Great Angel was quite cunning; he slipped away quickly.

But under the current circumstances, Han Mingxuan absolutely cannot let him escape.

The Great Angel has now boarded his Flagship and is preparing to leave Terra for the front lines.

When he arrived at the Imperium Department of Internal Affairs of the Interior and saw two Daemon Primarch handling government affairs, Sanguinius's values and bottom line were challenged.

He naturally knew what Han Mingxuan had done while Sanguinius' soul was floating in the Warp.

According to Sanguinius' own thinking, Han Mingxuan captured those two fallen brothers, at most using them as weapons of war.

But he never expected his Uncle to be so ruthless.

They captured those two corrupt Primarch brothers and actually put them into the Department of Internal Affairs.

Sanguinius still remembered what the two Fallen Primarch looked like when he first met them.

Magnus was too exhausted to even be angry; he could only mechanically and numbly handle the affairs of the Imperium.

Mortarion wasn't much better off. His once-proud Numerology skills were now completely useless, making him more like a computer tool for the tax department.

Even Mortarion started to get a headache just looking at numbers.

Just looking at that scene terrified Sanguinius, but thankfully his Uncle still loved him dearly.

He was not immediately asked to stay in Terra to handle government affairs, nor were there any specific arrangements made.

No arrangements are the best arrangements; I can go to the front lines and provide strong support myself.

Thinking of this, Sanguinius couldn't help but hum a beautiful melody.

But then Han Mingxuan's voice appeared in his mind, which was like a bolt from the blue for Sanguinius.

"Sanguinius, where are you now?"

"Ah, it's Uncle. I've already left the Solar System."

"Oh, that's definitely not close."

"Yes, Uncle, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Come back first."

"But I've already left the Solar System."

Bang!

Before Sanguinius could react, he felt a sharp tap on his scalp, which hurt a lot.

"Don't even mention you've left the Solar System, even if you've left the Segmentum Solar, you'd better come back now. Besides, your Flagship hasn't even taken off yet. Hurry up."

"If I don't see you in the Throne Room within five minutes, you're finished."

Sanguinius knew his Uncle wouldn't lie, so he had to suppress his good mood and rush to the Throne Room as quickly as possible.

"Uncle, why did you call me back so urgently? Is there something important you need to take care of?"

"Of course, I need to deal with some issues concerning the Emperor now. You must stay here and safeguard Terra's safety."

"Don't worry about it, Uncle."

Disliking Terra's politics is one thing; protecting Terra's security is quite another.

After briefly explaining a few things to Sanguinius, Han Mingxuan and Sinleech looked at the mummified corpse in the Throne Room.

"Black Pelt, come out here, let's talk."

After Han Mingxuan finished speaking, the entire Throne Room fell silent again, and no one responded.

"You know what, Sinleech, this firewood is really good firewood, it's quite hard."

As he spoke, Han Mingxuan waved his hand, and the Positive Authority of the four gods merged into one in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, Han Mingxuan infused a wisp of his own power, and then the Positive Authority began to burn.

"Stop! You outsider, interfering with fate will do you no good."

Han Mingxuan stopped what he was doing, looking at the figure on the Golden Throne with a mocking smile on his lips.

"If I truly believed in fate, I wouldn't be here. If you truly believed in fate, you wouldn't have done something so absurd."

The Dark King should be well aware that from the moment he appeared on this timeline, the so-called destiny of the Dark King's birth had vanished without a trace.

But the Dark King still wanted to be born using the phantom of 30K.

Han Mingxuan never expected that the Huangpizi, who had always firmly believed in fate, would start to exploit the loopholes in fate when it came to the Black Pelt.

"I'm just correcting a deviation in the course of fate; you're the real troublemaker."

"It was just a monster's Despair struggle before it died; it means nothing to me. Now we can talk."

The Dark King paused for a moment; he was thinking.

He considered the possibility of cooperating with Han Mingxuan, and after consideration, he concluded that it was not possible.

Given the current situation, it's obvious the other party wants to barbecue him up.

There is absolutely no possibility of cooperation between us.

"Of course I know," Han Mingxuan said with a smile.

So you're just playing with me?

"Very clever, you guessed correctly, but there's no reward, only punishment."

"What... what are you going to do?"

"It's nothing. I just want to borrow your divine position to forge a sword."

The Sword of Promised Glory within the Apocrypha Line is made from the future and well-being of humanity, and requires the sacrifice of Emperors as a necessary condition.

However, since Han Mingxuan appeared on this timeline, he would not allow the Sword of Promised Glory to be born in this way; he needed to find another way.

That is to base it on the Positive Authority of the Four Gods, add a portion of one's own power, and combine it with the Black King's Divine Seat.

All the conditions were combined into one, forging a sword more powerful than the Sword of Promised Glory.

The Dark King can only watch as this unfolds; he is powerless to stop it.

"Black Pelt, although you like to gamble just like the Emperor, it's obvious you're not as smart as the Emperor."

"At least he knew, and he kept quiet until the results were in. You're different; you're braver than him."

"You dare to cause trouble right under my nose? Do you really think I'm just a teacher?"

"Today I ask you to die!"

The flames of the fused Positive Authority enveloped the entire Golden Throne.

However, after the flame entered the Emperor's body, it only formed a faint light curtain.

The truly terrifying thing happened in the Warp.