A Sudden Hellish Joke

When the portal between the two destinies opened, the Imperium of Man of the 30K era was fully prepared.

Horus, are you sure you want to be the first one there?

"Don't worry, Big Brother. The me of ten thousand years from now is completely different from the me of now, not to mention we're not even on the same timeline."

"Besides, I wasn't the first one to go there. With the brothers who went before us clearing the way, I believe things will be better."

"Yes, Big Brother, don't worry too much. After Horus passes, I will go too." The speaker was none other than the Great Angel Sanguinius.

"All right."

At first, Lion El'Jonson planned to go first.

However, as Warmaster of this era, he was burdened with official duties.

We were unable to provide immediate support.

Before the army set off, Curze summoned two of the members of the Council of the Long Night.

"Tu'en, Defensio."

"Exist."

"You will go with the Ninth and XVI Legions."

"Clear."

At the beginning, because their Fate Weight heavily weighted, the Eighth Legion was almost always the last to arrive.

Now things are different; the gates to two worlds have been fully opened, and the passageways are now secure.

At present, Tu'en to the past is the best arrangement.

The fact that Tu'en can amplify the Psyker alone would have been extremely important in the 40K era.

Furthermore, with Perturabo gone, combined with Defensio's abilities, the defensive capabilities of 40K can be maximized.

"Thank you, Lord Xiulikas."

"Primarch, there's no need for such politeness. I'm just going with the flow."

"If the passage between the two worlds is not completely secure, I cannot allow anyone from the Council of the Long Night to cross over."

Fortunately, there are no such concerns now.

"Alright, let's go!"

In the 40K era, news of the impending arrival of other Primarch had spread Segmentum Solar due to the opening of a portal between two worlds.

The Mars Adeptus Mechanicus pooled all its resources to build a super Spaceport in near-Earth orbit around Terra.

At the same time, Han Mingxuan also received the news, but the news left him somewhat dumbfounded.

"Horus is actually planning to come now? Are you sure it's alright?"

"Don't worry, Uncle, I came with Sanguinius, there won't be any problems."

"Alright, since Horus, you've made your decision, I won't say anything more," Han Mingxuan said.

After the brief call ended, Guilliman found Han Mingxuan.

"Sir, may I ask which Legion, or rather, which groups of Legions, have arrived this time?"

"If possible, could we address the existing weaknesses of the Imperium?"

Han Mingxuan shook his head without even thinking.

"Replenishment is impossible. Imperium of 40K cannot rely on the support of 30K for everything. You must always strive to become self-reliant."

"A 30K Imperium cannot rob Peter to pay Paul."

"As for the support for 40K this time, it comes from two Legions, the Ninth and the XVI Legions."

Guilliman got the answer he expected; in fact, he was unwilling to give up and wanted to give it a try.

Similarly, he received an answer he hadn't expected.

"Sir, do you mean Horus is coming?"

Is there a problem?

"You should know about Horus in this timeline..."

"What does a traitor from the 40K have to do with my nephew from the 30K? The Regent?"

Guilliman felt a lump in his throat; he couldn't exhale it, nor could he swallow it.

"Get used to it, Lord Regent. You'll get used to it."

The Horus Heresy was certainly tragic, but in my own timeline, it never happened.

The two should not be confused.

As for what the 40K people think, that's not something Han Mingxuan should worry about.

The main reason he came to 40K, aside from some unavoidable circumstances, was to get rid of the four maggots in the Warp.

People with 40K either accept it or they suffer it; it's that simple.

"Okay, sir, thank you for your help."

"It's okay, you'll get used to it."

"May I ask one more question?"

"Lord Regent, what do you wish to ask?"

"About me in another time and space."

"My nephew is not a file."

For some reason, Guilliman suddenly felt that the man in front of him was a stranger.

It's not a change in behavior, but a change in emotions; she's become very protective of her own.

Correspondingly, after sensing Han Mingxuan's protectiveness, Guilliman felt more bitter.

"Alright, sir, I'll go prepare for the Legion's handover."

Han Mingxuan nodded and said nothing more.

Once the Primarch of 30K arrive in large numbers, how they choose to proceed is their own business.

However, as an elder, I must state my position; the two should not be confused.

This is the principle of providing emergency relief, not long-term support.

The massive influx of Legions during the 30K era was to address the urgent needs of the Imperium of Man.

Once the hidden dangers of the Imperium of Man in the Warp have been largely eliminated, what remains are the chronic problems of the 40K Imperium.

If things aren't made clear from the beginning, it will have a very significant impact on the 30K Imperium of Man later on.

You can't rely on 30K to keep feeding 40K.

That's not a long-term solution.

Upon learning that the 30K brothers were coming, Lorgar and Perturabo were already waiting at the Spaceport.

"Aren't Angron and the Night Haunter coming?" Perturabo asked.

"Fourth Brother, don't worry. I've spoken with the God of Wisdom about this. He'll keep an eye on the Punishment Star for now and have the two of them come over."

Perturabo nodded. "Regarding the God of Wisdom..."

"Fourth Brother, their transformation is visible to the naked eye; we should respect it."

"I know that too, Lorgar, but you also understand."

Before Lorgar could say anything, Sinleech's voice suddenly reached their ears.

"Of course I understand. You have knowledge in your head, but you're like a steel plate; it's normal that you're not used to it for a while."

The two suddenly felt a chill run down their spines, and then a Warp Rift opened, from which Angron and the Night Haunter emerged.

"I've delivered the person to you, Lord of Iron, don't feel bad about it."

This kind of thing was almost predictable; it wasn't that Sinleech was specifically watching his every word and action.

Since this former Imperium Chancellor is sending two Primarch over, he must have some knowledge of what's happening on the other side.

It's understandable that they could overhear their conversation.

Uh... sorry?

Haha! You have higher emotional intelligence than your Dad.

"You've been talking badly about that person again?" Angron asked with a smile.

"It's not exactly bad news."

"Is it really Horus and Sanguinius coming together this time?" the Night Haunter asked, somewhat incredulously.

"Yes, is there a problem?" Lorgar asked.

"It's nothing, it's just that you don't mind that Master Horus He hand-made the Angel Sauce?"

The other three Primarch present looked at the Night Haunter without saying a word.

It's not that they don't want to talk, it's just that they don't know what to say.

"Night Haunter, can you please not tell hellish jokes at a time like this?"

"But the combination of those two is already hellish."

"Wait, I see, the Great Angel really is sesame-filled."

The Great Angel came with Horus, watching over the Resurrection Great Angel of this world.

The thought of that scene is hilarious.

Clearly, the other three Primarch present had also envisioned this scenario.

"Night Haunter, you know what, the Great Angel really is a real sesame seed," Angron said, sounding a bit like he had a toothache.