Surging Hope

"Now that you've arrived in this era, I'll be your host for once," the Night Haunter said with a smile.

"No problem," Horus said with a smile.

"Then let's meet my father first."

Huh?

The Night Haunter's first arrangement surprised the two Primarch.

Is this appropriate?

Horus glanced at the 40K Primarch, who stood there, unsure whether to speak or remain silent.

"Anyway, you all know them; they're old, weak, sick, and disabled—there's nothing to see here."

Hearing the Night Haunter say this, the other two Primarch tacitly agreed. Indeed, the Night Haunter's attack power remained high regardless of which timeline he was in.

"Uncle, it's been so long, I feel so guilty."

After the brothers finished exchanging pleasantries, Horus looked at Han Mingxuan first.

After Han Mingxuan disappeared, Horus thought about many things the moment he received the Evernight Secret Edict.

In his mind at the time, the secret order should have contained advice and remonstrance.

Or perhaps it's a stern rebuttal.

Ask him why he wanted to go back to Terra in that time.

But when he actually opened the Evernight Secret Edict and saw that sentence...

Horus then realized how terribly wrong he had been.

It wasn't until he saw his Uncle again today that he understood.

How kind my Uncle truly was.

"I remember once telling the Emperor that the Primarch's loyalty needs no instruction."

"I believe even more that as long as you remain rational, you are strong and great."

"Uncle, I..."

"Don't interrupt me," Han Mingxuan continued with a smile, "I hope your other brothers won't keep saying the same thing when they come over."

Which sentence?

Even the Primarch, as wise as the Wolf of Fenris, was a little overwhelmed by the excitement of seeing his Uncle again.

"Uncle, I have failed you," Han Mingxuan said, mimicking Horus's tone.

"Ahem!" Horus was also surprised that Han Mingxuan would say that.

"Alright, if I tease you any further, I'll be impolite. The Lord Regent of this era is waiting for you. Go on, let's have a good chat."

The playful banter among family members came to an end, and from then on, it was mostly business.

Horus's arrival conveniently resolved many of the frictions arising from the bureaucratic nature of official business.

The personal and political charisma of the Shepherd God is beyond doubt.

"Hey, brother, how are you?" Horus smiled and extended his hand.

Looking at his brother, who was exactly the same as he remembered, or even more perfect, Guilliman felt somewhat dazed.

And he heard the other person call him brother.

This made Guilliman even more incredulous.

"Brother, are you alright?" Horus asked with some concern.

This concern is not unfounded; after all, Guilliman, who could take charge of the Imperium's political affairs, was very important in this era.

If Guilliman runs into trouble at this point, their various operations will be hampered later on.

But it was this genuine concern that made Guilliman even more unable to control himself.

"I'm fine, bro, welcome."

Guilliman quickly extended his hand and firmly shook hands with Horus.

"Haha, looks like you're really fine, you're full of energy."

Guilliman then realized he might have used too much force and quickly let go.

"Looks like some people aren't very welcoming to me."

Then Guilliman looked at the Great Angel somewhat embarrassedly.

"Um, I'm so sorry, I was just too excited to see you all come."

To express his apology, Guilliman went up and hugged the Great Angel.

"Haha, I was just kidding." Only Guilliman could hear this.

"Brother, your wings?" Guilliman released the Great Angel and looked at the wings behind him.

Hexagrammaton angel.

"My Uncle's influence was subtle yet indispensable."

Upon hearing this, Guilliman looked at Han Mingxuan was standing to the side but kept looking around.

"Oh, is there something you need?"

"It's alright, sir," Guilliman said.

Upon hearing Guilliman's address to Han Mingxuan, the Great Angel didn't say anything more.

The Primarch are very perceptive; they can think of specific reasons.

Clearly, this is the Uncle's public statement, a consideration based on the overall situation between the two worlds.

However, this is also a good thing, because it only shows the Uncle's views on the two worlds, since the Uncle did not restrict their behavior.

In this way, if they get too deeply involved, their Uncle can extricate them in time.

"Uncle, stop looking," Horus said.

"Is nobody coming?"

Han Mingxuan's tone revealed a hint of disappointment, subtle yet undeniable.

"Hey, Tu'en, Defensio, you two have been arguing the whole way, what's wrong now?" Horus shouted into the main force.

Where are the two of them?

"Uncle... Uncle!"

Not long after, the two appeared at the front of the line, but their eyes were red.

"Ha! Look who's here, you naughty boys!"

Han Mingxuan put away his Staff and quickly walked up to the two of them.

"Not bad, he's not missing any limbs, and he's gotten much stronger."

The Primarch of the 40K were even more surprised to see Han Mingxuan's obvious emotional change.

Such an emotional shift did not occur even when he saw Horus and the others.

"Uncle, we miss you so much!"

They originally wanted to express their remorse, but their Uncle had just said that he didn't want to hear words like "remorse" anymore.

So the two of them chose a more direct approach.

"Haha, me too!" Han Mingxuan said with a laugh, "You guys finally arrived. I was worried about you."

"Let's not talk about anything else for now, you two come with me."

"But Uncle, the handover hasn't even started yet."

"The handover is the Primarch's business; what does it have to do with you Space Marines?"

"Konrad, you're coming with me. Let's pack up and get some good food."

"Horus, I'm leaving the handover of work to you. Remember to come over for dinner once everything is handed over."

"Okay, Uncle," Horus said with a smile.

"Tell me, what do you two want to eat? I'll make it for you."

"We're not picky, we're not picky," Tu'en said with a smile, though his voice trembled with a hint of tears.

"Hey, Tu'en, no offense, but you should learn from Aequus."

"Uncle, I'm a cultured person."

"Your Uncle is from the Gang."

"Haha! Tu'en has really suffered because he's well-educated this time," Defensio laughed.

Watching the group leave while chatting, the Primarch could feel the emotions they shared, especially Guilliman.

Having experienced a complete family, he is most sensitive to and yearns for such emotions.

"Alright, brother, let's talk about the next steps of the work coordination. Let's get it done as soon as possible, hopefully we can make it to lunchtime," Horus said with a smile.

"No problem, please come with me, brother."

When the two timelines begin to intersect, fate truly changes.

At the same time in the Warp, an incomparably powerful force appeared on Sinleech's body.

It is the power of hope that arises from the intersection of two lines of destiny.

Such hope represents the birth of Miracle.

In that case, the other three in the Warp would be in serious trouble.

When the two timelines first intersected, the Chaos Gods in the Warp intended to cause trouble.

However, with Han Mingxuan present and the God of War and Sinleech already blocking the entrance in Warp, they could only remain in a stalemate.

Things are different now; Sinleech is stronger.

A somewhat broken Sceptre appeared in his hand, and attacks rained down on the three Chaos Gods.

"Listen! Feel! This is the Echo of hope! This is Miracle! Can you feel it?!"

As for the God of War who came to block the door with Sinleech, he was carrying a dozen bottles of liquor.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Sinleech's fighting power is still the same as before. Taking on three opponents at once is no problem for him. He's really cunning."