A Child to Be Proud Of

After the ceremony, the personnel from each Legion returned to their respective positions.

The Emperor and Malcador then approached Han Mingxuan.

"Old Han, long time no see."

"Long time no see, Your Emperor."

Hello, Mr. Han.

Looking at the old man with gray hair, Han Mingxuan sensed something was wrong.

According to fan fiction, Malcador is a young boy, or even a young boy.

"Prime Minister Ma, I've long admired your name," Han Mingxuan said with a smile. "Come here Curze."

"They've arrived."

Curze, who was showing off his new Power Armour to his brothers, heard Han Mingxuan call him and walked over in a few steps.

"This is Malcador, call him Uncle."

Hello, Uncle.

Looking at Curze's expression and demeanor, Malcador was momentarily dazed.

So many years have passed.

How many years has it been since I've seen such an innocent expression on someone's face?

As Perpetual and the Chancellor of the Imperium, he had seen countless people.

But in the Imperium today, there are too few people like Curze.

It could even be said that Curze's current mental state is so good that it seems out of place for someone from this dark and oppressive era.

Only someone like him deserves to be on this Planet today.

"Haha, hello, kid."

Malcador smiled and took out an Aquila pendant, handing it to Curze.

"Uncle Ma, it's inappropriate to give a gift so soon after we meet."

"Haha, just take it if I give it to you."

"It is an honor to receive such a gift from an elder; please accept it," Han Mingxuan said with a smile.

"Alright, thanks Uncle Ma."

"Haha, keep it. You can ask me anytime if you don't understand anything in the future."

"Okay, you guys chat first, I'll be going now."

"Dad, that... the wine you brewed."

"Hey kid, leave some for me."

"Alright, guys, let's go for a drink!"

Curze put away the pendant, intending to relax with Sevatar and the others.

The whole of Nostramo is celebrating right now; it would be a mistake for them not to join in.

And this is the first time Dad has explicitly stated that he can drink alcohol.

Shouldn't we drink our fill?

Let's go!

"Old Han, you've taught him very well, really very well," the Emperor said.

"Haha, the kid really did well."

Can the child prove himself?

Is that really the case?

It seems only Curze is like that.

No, that's not right.

It now appears that this isn't just a problem for Curze.

The original Fulgrim also changed, becoming a Demigod willing to bow down to others.

Dorn prefers to communicate with people, although his emotional intelligence remains disastrous.

The biggest change is in Lorgar.

He transformed from a pure religious believer into a pure Imperial Truth- teller.

Thinking about all these changes, Malcador glanced at the Emperor with a puzzled look, then at Han Mingxuan.

"That's right, Old Han is right, it's the kid's own hard work, haha!"

Malcador laughed heartily, though he knew his old friend was feeling somewhat down inside.

"Let's go, you two, have a couple of drinks. I'll cook."

"Great! I've heard that your cooking skills are unparalleled, Old Han. I definitely have to try it."

Han Mingxuan led the two to his home, prepared various dishes, and then went to the wine cellar.

But when he went inside, he discovered that there really was only one pot of wine left.

The entire wine cellar was very clean, so clean that only this one lonely jug of wine remained.

Those brats.

As you can imagine, those guys even took away his brewing equipment.

Not even the lees were left.

"I've kept you waiting, gentlemen. Please try some of my wine."

At this time, at the headquarters of the Eternal Night Justiciar Legion.

"Hey, Sevatar, isn't this going a bit too far?"

"Agrid, you stubborn fool! Your Uncle has kept our entire Legion under tight control, and only now is he letting us drink."

"The brothers must have a taste!"

"But... we only left Uncle a pot of wine. I can't even imagine what it will be like to go to Uncle's house next time," Cyrion said.

"Ahem, brothers, don't panic. Dad's agreed, so it's definitely fine."

"Besides, if the entire wine cellar is divided equally among the brothers, each person will only get a little over 200 milliliters. Dad won't mind."

"That's right, the Boss has said so, what's the panic?"

"Sevatar, you're trying to use the Boss as a scapegoat, aren't you?"

"Shen, you're just talking nonsense. If you don't want the wine, give it to me."

"Go away, go away, get out of here."

"You little rascal, you actually tried to trick me. If I remember correctly, you hid it, didn't you?"

"What?!"

"You dare to keep anything from me?"

"Are we still brothers?"

"Uncle, what brings you here?"

Dad?

Uncle?

"Sevatar ran away."

"Talos, why didn't you say so sooner? Chase after them!"

Nostramo was bustling with activity, except, of course, in Trazyn.

He was meeting a special guest.

"Trazyn."

"Old Kamon? You're a rare guest indeed."

Aside from the first time they helped each other hide, they hadn't actually spoken a word.

What brings you here today?

Is there something you need?

"My brothers and I have a request."

Ask?

"Tell me, I bet it has something to do with Old Han, right?"

"Yes, we would like to ask Trazyn to optimize our services, and ultimately we want to fight for the Father of Night once again."

"What's the reason?"

Old Kamon paused for a moment, as if lost in a long memory.

Those were the years after Han Mingxuan recruited them.

"Because of... salvation."

Redemption?

Yes, salvation came from the Father of Night himself.

Before meeting Han Mingxuan, they were abandoned war machines, soldiers who had been betrayed and deceived.

Now, they are the Builders of the Planet, which allows their souls to be reborn.

"If it's for Old Han, then anything is worthwhile, but I'm not an expert in bio-modification. Maybe I can ask my good friend for help."

Trazyn thought of someone.

She is an expert in biotechnology, although not as much as the bio-madman Illuminor Szeras One, but at present.

He is the most advanced biotechnology expert in his network.

Bioco Tenolo Jia.

He is also a Necron Overlord, and quite ruthless.

Of course, if it's possible to restore the Flesh and regain the soul, then that's a different story.

"Wait for me for half an hour. I will give you an answer in half an hour."

"Trazyn."

Trazyn rose and vanished, appearing the next moment on the surface of a Planet.

"Jia, my old friend, it's time to wake up from this dream that has withered for millennia."

Activating the Phase shifting, Trazyn arrived in Jia's Tomb World.

Then the wake-up process was started directly.

Not long after, a Necrons emerged.

"It's been a long time, Jia, my old friend."

"Who... are you? According to the tomb's timing system, it's not time to awaken yet."

"Hahaha, of course I am me, the ruler of Solemnace, the Necron Overlord, Trazyn the Infinite!"