Gravity Unleashed

He ate handfuls of Fruit all by himself, while the Sanguinius sauce looked so tempting.

He was too embarrassed to say anything, because all the other person could offer him Jam of all colors.

This is absolutely awful! This is the first time Sanguinius Gilles has ever hated herself so much.

That's completely unethical.

But the Great Angel was completely uninterested in this.

If you want to eat Fruit, you can totally grow your own.

No way, surely no one can fail to grow it?

Faced with such a situation, Dante would often turn a blind eye, unable to afford to offend either of them.

Fortunately, the main outbreak of this war is in the most severely affected areas of the Great Rift. Although they are currently not illuminated by the Astronomican, their situation is much more optimistic.

Furthermore, with the contingency plan left behind by the God of Wisdom, ordinary Warp Storms are nothing to fear.

The Night Haunter's opinion of him changed drastically upon thinking of the God of Wisdom.

But it didn't matter that he didn't want to; as soon as he thought about it, the God of Wisdom appeared.

He held a book in one hand and grabbed the God of War with the other.

"God of Wisdom, what have you done here?"

"Now Terra is full of your brothers, and the main problems on Terra have been solved."

"It's not appropriate for me and the God of War to stay there. You two should go over and get to know each other better."

"Can..."

The Night Haunter had barely uttered a single word when the God of Wisdom tossed him directly onto Terra.

Of course, it wasn't just the Night Haunter who received this treatment; the other Primarch also did.

Isn't what you're doing a bit unfair?

"Without your Grandfather who always tries to smooth things over, do you want to shoulder the pressure?"

"You're so smart."

The two Warp gods grinned wickedly, for they hadn't told each other that not only had all the Primarch come, Slaanesh had also arrived.

Sure enough, just as the Night Haunter Two Angels landed, the Inquisitor arrived with the Eighth Legion.

"Dad, it's been so long! I've missed you so much!"

Seeing Curze and his men arrive safely, Han Mingxuan was genuinely happy.

"Haha! Curze, you finally made it! That wasn't easy!"

When the Grand Inquisitor arrived in this world with his men, all the Primarch of the 40K were observing him.

It's different, really different.

The Grand Inquisitor before them was vastly different from the Night Haunter they remembered.

Gentle and rational, she's a complete carbon copy of that Mr. Han.

If no one had told them that it was Konrad Curze, the Primarch of the 40K might have thought it was just another Corvus.

"Yes, Dad, but all of this is happening faster than I expected, and..."

Mr. Han.

Ta-da...

Before Curze could finish speaking, a soft voice reached the ears of everyone present.

"Brother, I feel a really heavy weight on my shoulders. Do you have any ideas?" asked the 40K's Lord of Drakes.

The great Lord Regent was quick-witted at that moment. With lightning speed, he dragged the Lord of Drakes down and escaped the scene himself.

The voice sounded faint, but Guilliman could sense the suppressed emotions within it—it was terrifying.

But at times like these, there are always a few clueless individuals, like Trazyn, who just stepped through the gate and arrived here.

"Haha! Old Han, my brother! I've finally met you! You know what? I was almost scared to death!"

Trazyn completely ignored God of Love and gave Han Mingxuan a big bear hug.

"Cough cough cough, Lao Xin, take it easy."

"What's the panic? Aren't you Perpetual now? Haha!"

"Hey, you, Mr. Han told you to be gentle with that bone from the Necrons, didn't you hear me?"

God of Love appeared quietly behind Trazyn, his tone calm, yet Trazyn felt he was about to die.

"Uh... cough cough cough..."

"Trazyn, you heartless wretch, have you forgotten we still have a lot to hand over? Let's go!"

Jia and Orikan, who arrived shortly after Trazyn, quickly grabbed Trazyn and left.

Nonsense, if we don't take them away now, Trazyn will suffer a terrible fate.

"It seems we brothers have a lot to discuss," said the Big Brother, Lion.

The Primarchs of Two Eras looked at this young Lion, and at that moment, they all unequivocally acknowledged his status as their Big Brother.

"Yes, yes, Big Brother is right."

"Sparrows eat it, sparrows eat it."

"No seats, no seats."

"Let's go, let's go somewhere else to talk."

And so, only Han Mingxuan and God of Love remained here.

However, in such a quiet setting, the two of them found themselves in a slightly awkward situation.

"It's been a long time. You've changed so much I almost didn't recognize you," Han Mingxuan said with a smile, composing himself.

That scoundrel, the God of God of War!

He never expected that the mess the God of War had made would come true so quickly.

What's even more infuriating is that once the passage between the two worlds was fully opened, the God of Wisdom kept looking for an opportunity to run away with the God of War.

The key issue is that they were given an opportunity.

That's not even the most dramatic part. The most dramatic question is why the Grandfather didn't come over?

The whole incident stemmed from the Grandfather making a big gamble, and now the main culprit has disappeared.

"Sir, would you like me to change back?" Slaanesh asked calmly.

"No need, it's fine as it is."

"Sir, is there anything else you'd like to say to me?"

"I think so, come with me."

At the same time, in Urtana's Room.

"Aunt Jia, why...?"

"Urtana, believe me, if you act recklessly at this moment, even Old Han can't protect you."

Urtana was stunned when he heard Jia say that.

Is it really that exaggerated?

Jia noticed it too.

It's obvious that this naive kid genuinely doesn't believe it.

"Regardless of the Warp. No matter how much you despise her, don't provoke her at a time like this; it's unwise."

"Then you..."

"You have to use your brain. If you can't assess the situation, everything will be in vain," Jia said.

At the same time, in Han Mingxuan's home, there were only the two of them.

To be precise, it was a person and a god.

As for the Primarch, led by Curze, they were all on the Nightfall at the moment.

Just kidding, who would dare go back at a time like this? That's like a spinning top asking for a beating!

"Sir, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

"What could possibly happen to me? Everything's fine."

Is everything you're saying true?

"That's natural."

But what's the situation with your daughter?

Um?

It seems that the current God of Love has adapted to the 40K Warp very quickly.

It's amazing that I was able to find out about this in such a short time.

"She was just one of my solutions for dealing with the Tyranids, and clearly, it's effective."

"And what happens after the project is completed?"

"Are you asking me how I should deal with her?"

Slaanesh didn't speak, but his eyes said it all.

"She was a tool I created from the very beginning. Now that the plan is over, the tool naturally needs to be recycled."

After he said that, Han Mingxuan could clearly feel that the strange atmosphere disappear.

"As I expected, sir, you are just as I knew you—rational and decisive."

"Then why don't I do it for you?"

"Are you sure? I heard from the God of Wisdom that you are not yet complete."

Upon hearing this, Slaanesh frowned, but she didn't take it to heart.

"Rest assured, sir, I can accomplish this with my abilities."