A Rare Gathering

It was nearing noon at Han Mingxuan's residence.

Tu'en and Defensio were assisting, while the Night Haunter had prepared various tableware.

"Great Angel, could you please stop eating?"

"Hmm? Did I eat a lot?"

"You started eating the moment you walked in, and most importantly, shouldn't you be handing over to the Departmento Munitorum?"

"Oh, you mean this? With the great Wolf of Fenris around, everything will be resolved."

"When we first arrived, Horus told us that we were just Mercenaries and there was no need to take it too seriously; we should just fight when there's a battle."

"Is this your excuse for sneaking out here to eat and drink all this time?"

"Hey, hey, Night Haunter, aren't I helping out in the kitchen too?"

The Night Haunter didn't speak; he simply glared fiercely at Sanguinius.

Sanguinius knew perfectly well whether he was a kitchen helper or not.

How could someone say something like that? They have such a thick skin.

Sanguinius is still sitting in a corner of the kitchen, with a large bowl in front of him filled with Fruit salad.

At the same time, he was also holding a cookbook in his hand.

The author is Infinite Gourmet.

In his words, he is now tasting the saltiness.

"Primarch, you'd better control yourself a bit."

"Don't worry, Tu'en, I brought plenty of Fruit."

Sanguinius went all out to prepare for this interdimensional support mission.

Or perhaps he finally won in terms of logistics.

Because they are completely self-sufficient, they don't need to worry about logistical threats.

He brought with him the entire Fruit production of Baal for five years.

According to Sanguinius's estimate, he would have just enough Fruit after the battle.

"Tu'en, go and see if they've arrived yet."

"Okay, Uncle."

Outside Han Mingxuan's house, separated by only one wall.

A commotion arose from the shadows.

"Lion El'Jonson, don't push."

"I've been standing still, why are you pushing?"

"Corvus, you should unleash your full potential."

"You're just too big. If I were to increase my power a bit more, the people inside would have sensed it."

You mean Mr. Han?

"Of course not, Lion El'Jonson. It's the Glasses soldier next to Mr. Han, named Tu'en."

"Does he have a secret?"

"It's not exactly a secret, but after hunting in the Warp for millennia, I can clearly sense that the Psychic Power level of that guy named Tu'en is very dangerous."

How dangerous is it?

"It's just a matter of a single thought."

When Tu'en and Defensio appeared together, Corvus could clearly sense it.

That guy named Tu'en, although he wears Glasses, is definitely among the most dangerous.

If he is not careful, his Psychic Power could tear an entire Planet apart.

"What?! How could such a dangerous person be allowed to come here?!"

Lion El'Jonson, who was in the shadows, suddenly moved, and the Lord of Drakes was forced out.

In the shadow of the massive wall, a dark, gigantic figure appeared.

He doesn't seem lonely right now, just a little awkward.

"Hahaha, it's Tu'en! Are you out for a walk?"

"I just came out too. I didn't expect to run into the Lord of Drakes here by such a coincidence."

Although the other party claimed it was a coincidence, Vulkan knew perfectly well what was going on.

The soldier had clearly lingered in this shadowy area for a long time.

"Oh, by the way, everything's almost ready on Uncle's side. Please, Primarch, head over there as soon as possible."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Tu'en nodded and left, but not long after Tu'en left, Vulkan discovered a blind spot.

He was referring to the Primarch.

"Alright, brothers, stop hiding. This soldier spotted us a long time ago."

"How is this possible?"

Corvus was the first to reveal himself, and he had absolute confidence in his abilities.

"Never mind that, let's go inside."

"Uncle, they've been waiting outside for quite a long time."

"If they're willing to wait, then let them wait. Have they been let in yet?"

"I've already told them."

At first, Tu'en wasn't sure if the Primarch were there, but when he approached that shadow just now, the Code on his body was burning hot.

Because the Code has a very strong restraining effect on the Warp, Code will react as long as the opponent's existence in the Warp is significant enough.

Unfortunately, two of the three Primarch in the shadows had awakened to their Warp Essence and were true Demigods.

Even Corvus only recently put on a human skin again.

The three Primarch, exposed by Tu'en, stopped pretending and went inside.

A long table was placed in the middle of the courtyard, with dozens of chairs around it.

Each chair has a person's name on it.

"Since you're all here, let's take our seats," said the Night Haunter. "I suggested to my father that we prepare special seats for you."

The Lord of Drakes looked at Konrad with surprise.

"What? You don't like the chair I, the traitor, prepared for you?"

The Lord of Drakes shook his head. "Your tolerance and mercy have overcome your anger, brother. I am truly grateful for that."

"Stop with the sour talk. Be more considerate and help out when the food is served."

"Haha! No problem!"

As lunchtime approached, all the Primarch of the entire Imperium of Man were present.

Although they belong to two different time periods, they share the same blood.

Guilliman was the last to arrive because the Administratum had just too much work to do.

"Brothers, sorry to keep you waiting."

"Hurry up, you're the only one left," Angron said with a smile.

"Angron, don't you know Roboute? Politicians are always busy."

"Night Haunter, how dare you say that? You're only responsible for military handovers, while I'm in charge of administrative affairs." Guilliman retorted without any politeness as he sat down.

"The Lord Regent is always given more responsibilities," Sanguinius said with a smile, ladling a bowl of Fruit salad and handing it to Guilliman.

"Did you make this?"

"Of course, this is my unique skill."

Han Mingxuan was relieved to see that his Nephews were getting along well with the Primarch of 40K.

Especially Horus and Sanguinius.

For the Primarch of 40K, all of this was like a dream.

They're all a bit too fantastical.

"Uncle, why don't you eat more?" Perturabo asked.

"Haha, you brothers can eat your fill, I have to see some old friends later."

The Primarch were not surprised to hear this, assuming that they were about to meet the God of War and the God of Wisdom.

And so, for the Primarch of 40K, the long-awaited dinner party proceeded smoothly on an ordinary day.

After the Primarch finished their meal, Han Mingxuan received his guests.

"Mr. Han, I hope we're not too late."

"You're not too late, God of Wisdom."

Upon hearing Han Mingxuan's address to him, Sinleech froze at the doorway.

"Mr. Han..."

Is there a problem?

"Perhaps I am not yet worthy of this title."

"But this title is ultimately yours. I can sense that a tremendous change occurred within you when the destinies of the two timelines intersected."

"What, isn't change what you like best? Why are you rejecting it now?"

Upon hearing what Han Mingxuan said, Sinleech was momentarily speechless.

Yes.

I have always been pursuing change, and the greatest change is that I have become the God of Wisdom and regained my authority.

But when power actually began to be reclaimed, he actually began to resist this change.

"It's truly incredible, sir," the God of Wisdom remarked with some emotion.

"Haha, when we first met, who could have known you would regain power?"

"Yes, this is indeed an unexpected turn of events," the God of Wisdom said with a smile.

"To be more precise, it's Miracle," Han Mingxuan said with a smile.