The Judiciary Exam
"Knock knock!"
"Please come in."
"Not bad."
"Dad?! What are you doing at the military camp?!"
"What, can't this old bat come to see the little bat?"
"Yes, that's amazing! I just didn't expect you to come so suddenly, Dad."
"How can it be called a surprise inspection if it doesn't come out of nowhere?"
"A surprise inspection?"
The dignified Eighth Primarch of the Imperium is now so frightened by his Mortals Dad that he's even stuttering a bit.
Upon closer inspection of Han Mingxuan's attire and the object in his hand, Curze felt a chill run down his spine.
Back when I was still studying in that mine, my Dad once conducted a surprise inspection.
Fortunately, my brain was sharp enough at the time, and I remembered everything clearly.
But that sudden feeling is still unforgettable to this day.
My usually gentle Dad becomes very serious and uncompromising when it comes to inspections.
He has the complete style and mannerisms of an old-fashioned teacher.
"You bad boys who have assembled the legion of the Justiciar Legion, your Judicial Examination is about to begin."
Judicial Examination?
"As Inquisitors, I must examine whether your foundation is solid and whether your understanding of the law is adequate."
"Otherwise, I wouldn't dare let you out."
Teenage boys are notoriously reckless when it comes to causing trouble.
The Justiciar Legion assembled very quickly. In fact, since it was Han Mingxuan's first time at the military camp, they assembled at top speed.
Make a good impression no matter what.
After all, they were going to Terra to take over the Eighth Legion in a few days, and if something went wrong at this time, it would only cause unnecessary worry.
Even if their Uncle went to Terra with them, they didn't want to worry the Uncle who had taught them to be adults.
"So, the Judicial Examination, your first step out of Nostramo, shall now begin."
"During this period, I will ask questions that anyone can answer, and I will give corresponding scores based on performance."
Only those who achieve an S rating or higher can go to Terra with the Legion.
"Of course, if you can graduate with an SSS rating in any item, then get ready, guys."
"The first question..."
As Han Mingxuan asked his question, the only sounds in the room besides the actions of thinking and the sound of answering were the absence of any other noise.
Han Mingxuan sat in the military camp for three days straight, asking questions throughout those three days.
Other Primarch arrived during this time, and upon seeing the situation and the extremely low air pressure, they were all drawn inside.
The facts have proven that the five thousand people who underwent the grueling training of Trazyn possessed exceptional overall qualities.
These 5,000 people all have an SS score as a baseline in all aspects of their performance.
In other words, on average, almost everyone of them can achieve an SSS rating.
Three days later, Han Mingxuan stretched his body, even though he had been busy for the past three days.
However, with the addition of several Primarch and Curze's exceptional legal expertise, he didn't feel particularly tired.
"Very good, children, you will be the finest group of Judges Nostramo has ever produced."
"At the same time, this will be the best class of students I, Han Mingxuan, have ever taught. You are intelligent, fair, brave, and tenacious. I am proud of you, my children."
Hearing Han Mingxuan's slightly excited tone, everyone present was even more excited than him.
In terms of legal studies, gaining the approval of one's own Uncle is the greatest achievement!
"Curze."
"Exist!"
"With these lads, let's give this damned world a little Nostramo's shock, and a bit of justice."
"Clear!"
Han Mingxuan wanted to pat Curze on the shoulder, but he couldn't reach him.
However, Curze naturally knelt down, just enough for Han Mingxuan to touch his shoulder.
"Let's go. You guys pack your things properly."
"Father is very pleased, Curze."
"Yes, I can tell. Dad is really happy because we're good enough."
"Hehe, perhaps to Father, our excellence is just a side benefit."
Hearing the Night Haunter's words, Curze understood.
This is precisely the greatest and most inspiring aspect of his Dad.
He never demanded that they be outstanding; he only demanded that they not become Daemon.
With great power comes great responsibility— Curze will remember this saying for the rest of his life.
"Brother, perhaps our Legions can communicate more in the future."
"Of course, Dorn, I believe your Scions will be as resilient and tenacious as you."
"My goodness, these two actually manage to have a good conversation."
Even now, seeing such a scene again, Fulgrim still finds it unbelievable.
"I feel that my Legion also needs to establish connections with Curze's Legion, such as through Warrior Lodge."
Ferrus Manus could see that, regardless of the state of the Eighth Legion on the expedition.
At the very least, every single one of Curze's five thousand Retinue Army could be a Company Commander in any other Legion.
And more than enough.
Five thousand Dalian company Company Commanders.
This means that, as long as there are enough troops, the Eighth Legion can assemble a large force with extremely high combat effectiveness in a very short time.
"That's no problem, of course, but my brothers won't accept mechanical modifications," Curze said with a smile.
"Haha, of course, brother."
The Primarch chatted happily in the military camp, while Han Mingxuan once again sought out the Archmagos Angrak.
"Father of Night."
"Hmm, are the Medals I mentioned before ready?"
Not a single one of the five thousand Medals was missing.
Han Mingxuan nodded.
This was something Han Mingxuan began preparing for at the very beginning of the formation of the Eternal Night Justiciar Legion.
He always believed that these 5,000 people could pass his Judicial Examination.
However, these young men who are about to leave their Homeworld need a ceremony.
This is to show them that they are capable of handling things on their own.
"By the way, Old Han, Old Kamon and the others need to talk to you."
Old Kamon?
What happened to them?
"They... want to go to Terra with you."
Tsk, Thunder Warriors going to Terra?
Are you kidding me?
I'll go see them.
Han Mingxuan arrived at Old Kamon's residence. As soon as he entered, he saw the fifty men standing in neat rows, all wearing Artificer Power Armour.
Of course, their Power Armour has no servo systems whatsoever.
Those things are unnecessary for them.
"What... happened to you?"
Han Mingxuan keenly sensed that something was wrong; a great change had occurred in Old Kamon and the others.
"That's right, we Trazyn to give us a comprehensive genetic optimization and upgrade."
"So you're now planning to continue pledging allegiance to the Imperium?"
Fifty Thunder Warriors, and they're genetically optimized.
It's unclear who would win in a fight between them and the Adeptus Custodes.
"No, we will not pledge allegiance to the Imperium." With that, Old Kamon and his brothers knelt on one knee.
"We are willing to serve the Father of Night to the fullest!"