Crowning and Arming

"Lorgar, my son, you have taken a crucial step in your great undertaking. This is the gift I have prepared for you."

The Emperor raised his hand, Malcador placed a wooden box in it.

Then, the wooden box was gently opened, revealing a silver laurel wreath inside.

"My son, at this moment, I crown you in the name of truth."

Lorgar knelt on the ground, bowed his head, and a silver laurel wreath was placed on his head.

At that moment, everyone was shaken.

This is so similar.

He's practically a carbon copy of Emperor!

[Yes! My brother, that's it!]

[Look at Curze, look at Lorgar, how much they resemble the Huangpizi!]

[Hey, isn't this a bit too formal to say these things?]

[Who says you can't get excited? Watch Lorgar first, then Horus!]

Horus?

Um?

Yes!

Curze looked toward Horus's location and saw that his gaze was fixed on Lorgar.

Horus was now filled with turbulent emotions.

It's so similar, so incredibly similar.

It's unbelievable that his own brother was crowned with a laurel wreath and looked so much like his father.

At this moment, Horus, as the elder brother of Lorgar, is both in the order in which he was found and in the physiological order that the Primarch possessed.

He finally understood the four words he had learned from Uncle Han.

The eldest brother is like a father.

He wasn't the eldest brother, but he was Lorgar's older brother.

He has a father and brothers.

He will protect his father as he would protect the Imperium, and he will also protect his brothers and Lorgar as he would protect his father.

Looking into Horus's eyes, Curze knew that he was safe.

[Now there's no problem, we're completely safe.]

"Curze."

"Exist."

Upon hearing the Emperor's call, Curze stepped forward alone, facing the Master of Mankind.

"I once said I would be waiting for you in Terra, where there would be a special return parade for you, and I would hand over the Eighth Legion to you."

But here, I must break my promise.

"At this moment, as the commander of the Eighth Legion, you possess your own strengths and resources; therefore, I shall bestow armor upon you."

Armor conferment!

The Power Armour of the Eighth Legion's leader!

Upon hearing this, Han Mingxuan's eyes lit up.

"To serve humanity, Emperor."

The Emperor looked at his son, who refused to acknowledge him as his father, with satisfaction, and was very pleased.

Immediately afterwards, the accompanying Adeptus Mechanicus members brought over a suit of Power Armour.

They are offering their final prayers before the armor-donating ceremony for the Power Armour.

Upon seeing this, Curze frowned.

"Go do what you want, Curze."

Hearing the Emperor's voice, Curze hesitated.

"Go, brother, do what you're supposed to do. You are the master of this Planet."

"That's right, we all support you."

"Go on, Curze, you've grown up."

Hearing his father's voice, Curze walked up to the members of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

"Honorable Primarch, the armor-granting ceremony has one final step. Please wait a moment."

Upon hearing this, Curze smiled.

Then he produced a Code.

The Evernight Code, the father's masterpiece, the theoretical basis for Nostramo's rebirth.

"According to the provisions of the Evernight Code, one should uphold the Imperial Truth and reject feudal superstition. Those who violate this rule will be subject to 13 days of imprisonment and one month of labor reform, in accordance with the relevant provisions of the Code."

Swish!

The members of the Council of the Long Night, led by Sevatar, appeared instantly behind the members of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

"In accordance with the provisions of the Evernight Code and the judgment of the Grand Inquisitor, you are hereby arrested. You may remain silent, but everything you say will be used against you in court."

And so, in such a solemn and serious setting, the members of the Adeptus Mechanicus were arrested.

Then, the Emperor walked up to Curze.

Everyone present could see clearly that the Emperor was openly supporting the commander of the Eighth Legion.

"Nostramo is the Primarch's Homeworld; it has its own Laws, and we should respect them."

The initially reluctant members of the Adeptus Mechanicus instantly fell silent.

After all, Omnissiah had spoken, and they had no choice.

But what Curze did next caused an uproar among everyone—some were happy, some were surprised, and some were angry.

Curze then removed his ceremonial armor.

Cyrion stepped forward and put it away.

Immediately afterwards, Sevatar stepped forward, took off the set of Artificer Power Armour, and then nodded to the Archmagos Angrak.

Sage Angrak and Father Herbert stepped forward, and a power transfer device appeared, mounting the Power Armour onto it.

Angrak!

The higher-ups of the Adeptus Mechanicus recognized this Heretic!

This Heretic openly slanders the Omnissiah!

He was a prominent representative of the Evolutionists, but his discussions about the Machine God made him an undisputed Heretic.

I never expected him to be here!

Of course, the people on stage, including Curze, were unaware of these things.

Because next, they moved the Power Armour in front of Han Mingxuan.

This time, Han Mingxuan was at a loss.

No.

How come Curze quietly pulled another big stunt on himself?

Everyone present was completely stunned.

Even Malcador was somewhat incredulous, constantly looking at the Emperor with questioning eyes.

Are you sure this Planet isn't about to rebel?

As for the Primarch, they found this scene quite normal.

If Curze didn't do that, they would feel something was off.

After all, they all knew Uncle Han's character very well.

"Father."

"You, you!"

Han Mingxuan smiled helplessly and glanced at the Emperor.

The Emperor nodded and even made way for him.

Well!

This has really caused me a lot of trouble.

Han Mingxuan stepped forward, looking at his son who had grown to over three meters tall, and was filled with emotion.

He began to help Curze put on his Power Armour with the aid of the robotic arm, while speaking in a voice that only he and Curze could hear.

In fact, the Primarch, the Emperor, and Chancellor Malcador, who were present, could all hear it.

"Konrad Curze, my son, I remember when I found you a few years ago, you fell from the sky, you were just a baby then."

"Now, several years have passed in the blink of an eye. You have grown into an adult, become Inquisitor, Primarch, and a pillar of the Imperium."

"As your father, I am so proud of you, my child."

Han Mingxuan helped Curze put on his Power Armour, then patted him heavily on the shoulder.

"My son, well done!"

Finally, Han Mingxuan handed over the sword he had forged himself to Curze.

Curze nodded solemnly and took the longsword.

He drew his sword and pointed it straight at the heavens.

"For humanity, for the Emperor, for the Father of Night!"

Boom!

The five thousand members of the Eternal Night Justiciar Legion below the stage moved in perfect unison, simultaneously drawing their longswords from their waists.

"In the darkness, only the law endures! Under the thunder, traitors are punished!"

The ceremony is now complete.