Lord of Drakes (1)

"Vulkan, my brother, if you believe that judging me can bring you a moment of peace, then please do so."

The Lord of Drakes looked at the pair of Lightning Claws in his hands, then glanced at the Night Haunter.

He thought he was crazy.

The Night Haunter before me is vastly different from the Night Haunter of ten thousand years ago.

The Night Haunter ten thousand years ago was incredibly insane; he showed no mercy to either his own Scions or Mortals.

The Legion he led was a group of Flayed Ones relied on fear to intimidate everyone.

But what about now?

Looking at the brother standing in front of him now.

Vulkan simply couldn't connect him with that madman from ten thousand years ago.

The Night Haunter standing before him was in an unusually good mental state, and he was even apologizing to him.

However, the Lord of Drakes did not put down the pair of Lightning Claws; he wore them on his hands.

Pfft!

The moment the Lightning Claw swung, a wound was slashed across the Night Haunter's neck, and blood flowed uncontrollably.

The Night Haunter didn't say a word about what Vulkan had done; he simply watched him.

Why didn't you dodge?

"I've said it before, brother, my sins against you ten thousand years ago were immense."

"If you think judging me will bring you a moment of peace, then judge me."

"Whether it was me or my Legion, we always believed that we were the ones who brought justice, punishment, and judgment."

"But now, as I face you, and all the mistakes I've made, I will be the one being judged."

I will bear all the consequences of the pain I have caused you.

As the Night Haunter spoke, blood flowed not only from his neck but also from the corners of his mouth.

"Do you think you can make me forgive you with a self-inflicted injury? I can never forgive you for the harm you have caused to the Imperium and to humanity."

The Night Haunter nodded, then placed his hands on the pair of Lightning Claws.

What are you planning to do?

"Look closely, my brother. There's a switch here. Turn it on, and the Lightning Claws will be coated with the most vicious venom in the entire universe."

"Now you can kill me, you can cut off my head and take it out of here, no one on the entire Planet will blame you, and no one will stop you."

Vulkan didn't speak; he simply looked quietly at his brother in front of him.

He saw no madness or premeditation in the other person's eyes, only calmness and a trace of guilt.

"What trick are you playing now?" The Lord of Drakes's voice became serious for the first time.

It was no longer with scrutiny and anger, but with inquisitive questions.

"I told you, brother, if you think judging me will bring you a moment of peace, then judge me."

"You really think I wouldn't dare to finish you off?!"

The Night Haunter did not speak; he simply stood quietly before Vulkan.

This is a true case of offering one's neck for execution.

"You lunatic, do you think you can get away with this by pretending like this?"

"You're still the same as before, thinking that death will solve everything."

"But I'm telling you, Konrad, I want you to live. I want you to atone for humanity's betrayal, to spend the rest of your life atoning for it!"

"I will oversee you until then, and afterwards, your judgment will be decided by the Emperor!"

"Then you might as well kill me, brother. If it were Sanguinius standing in front of me right now, he would definitely seal me in a sarcophagus and launch me into space."

Vulkan did not respond to the Night Haunter's words.

"I told you, I won't kill you. I'm not you, the Flayed Ones, nor am I the corrupted Fulgrim!"

Tell me what happened now.

Tap... tap... tap.

"Konrad, you were too impulsive."

The Lord of Drakes looked in the direction from which the sound came.

A young man walked towards them, dressed casually yet appropriately, carrying a black Staff.

A bat is carved on the handle of the Staff.

From the moment this young man appeared, his eyes were fixed on the Night Haunter.

His expression conveyed more helplessness and sadness, along with a hint of anger.

Moreover, the Lord of Drakes could hardly believe his ears. What did he hear? He actually heard the Night Haunter address the young man as "father."

In the past, the Lord of Drakes might have thought this was the incarnation of Emperor.

However, given the actions of the Night Haunter ten thousand years ago, he now has reason to suspect that the young man before him is some kind of Chaos Gods.

"Who are you?" the Lord of Drakes asked.

"Konrad, I'm here for you. We could sit down and talk things out in a situation like this."

"Father, I asked for your opinion back then, and you agreed, didn't you?"

So you really intend to die?!

Tell me who you are.

This time, Han Mingxuan finally looked at the Lord of Drakes.

"Calm down, big guy, let me treat my son's wound first."

After speaking, Han Mingxuan looked at Konrad.

"Lower your head."

Konrad obeyed, and a gentle, warm power began to appear in Han Mingxuan's hand.

This is the power contained within the Staff of the Grandfather —an incomparably pure life force.

In a matter of moments, Konrad's injuries had vanished without a trace.

"Father..."

Go wash up.

"Yes."

From the moment Konrad and the Lord of Drakes locked eyes, Han Mingxuan had been watching everything from the shadows.

After seeing how Konrad handled the situation, he could only say that the other party had acted too impulsively.

After Konrad left, Han Mingxuan faced the Lord of Drakes.

"Come on, I'll take you to change your clothes and wash your face, then we can have a good talk."

"Also, I'll have someone take good care of that thing you made. I hope you know how to use that Iron Thing."

Vulkan followed Han Mingxuan to a living room. After he changed into clean clothes, Han Mingxuan had already prepared tea and was waiting for him.

"Please have a seat. Let me introduce myself first. I am Han Mingxuan, the father of the Night Haunter."

"Foster father?"

"Right."

"And what kind of being are you, sir?"

"I'm just an ordinary person."

"Ordinary people couldn't heal such wounds, let alone in an instant. Or is this yet another conspiracy from the Warp?"

Han Mingxuan took a sip of tea and smiled.

"I'm just an ordinary person who's slightly stronger and possesses some special abilities; there's no need to be surprised."

"Then why did you wake me up?"

"Don't misunderstand, Vulkan. It wasn't us who found and awakened you; it was the Emperor who sent you here."

"Emperor?"

"Yes, you are currently located on the Eighth Legion's new Homeworld, Punishment Star."

"The entire Imperium is currently preparing for a great war against the entire universe, and at this critical juncture, the Emperor has sent you here."

"I knew what he was thinking, so I woke you up."

Vulkan did not object to this, because when he awoke, he knew he had to return to Terra.

This is the guidance of fate, something mysterious and unseen.

"Thank you for waking me up. Also, I'm sorry about what happened with Konrad."

"There's no need to apologize. That's a grudge between you brothers. Just handle it yourselves. It's just that your methods were too extreme, and I don't like them."

"There won't be a next time, sir."

"Alright, then take that thing you built to Terra first. I think the Emperor has a lot to say to you and a lot to arrange for you."

The Lord of Drakes originally intended to request a spaceship from here.

But he soon realized he had overcomplicated things.

Han Mingxuan directly tore open a Warp Rift in front of him.

"Chancellor, someone needs to go over here. Could you go and receive them?"

When these words reached Vulkan's ears, the feeling of weightlessness came even before his nervous system reacted.

Vulkan was kicked into Warp Rift by Han Mingxuan.