Gentlemen

"Klein bottle?"

"Correct," Klein said.

Klein took out a glass Klein bottle and handed it to the Emperor.

What's the use of this?

You'll understand when the time comes.

The three Perpetual eventually left. The Emperor and Malcador looked at the extra items in their hands, their hearts filled with mixed emotions.

They tried to persuade these people with grand ideals and lofty speeches, but to no avail.

Han Mingxuan merely provided them with a means of survival, yet he accomplished what they could not.

It's truly unimaginable.

However... the body modification technology of the Dark Age of Technology.

Perhaps it wouldn't be a problem to let Old Han live for ten thousand years.

Hiss!

The thought of this possibility made the Emperor feel a sharp pain instead of a dull ache.

It felt like someone was kicking me hard in metal-tipped leather boots.

I feel like my hemorrhoids are about to explode.

After finishing his business with the Emperor, he headed to the City of Truth.

All the Primarch there were waiting for him.

At the same time, Curze also brought his five thousand brothers, the original core of the Eternal Night Justiciar Legion.

Han Mingxuan finished tidying up and went to see Father Herbt—no, he should now be called the Great Sage Herbt.

As one of only two high-ranking members of the Evolutionists who know about Necron Technology, he will become the chief Technical Mentor accompanying the Eternal Night Justiciar Legion, providing technical support to the entire Legion.

The Archmagos Angrak stayed behind in Nostramo to prevent any unforeseen events.

In the square of the City of Truth, Han Mingxuan watched as the five thousand people before him boarded the ship under the guidance of Curze.

Han Mingxuan and they were on the same spaceship.

"Look back, children, look at Nostramo."

Everyone turned around and saw the Blue Planet.

Those are memories they will never forget, their anchor, their home.

"We'll be back," Curze said.

"Yes, we will come back someday," Sevatar said.

"Don't be so sad, children, the road ahead is long. Now, I'm going to award you medals."

Awarding medals?

"But we haven't accomplished anything, Uncle."

"No, Talos, you already accomplished something extraordinary when you passed the Judicial Examination."

"From that moment on, you are Judges in name and in fact. Your fairness and justice will bring boundless salvation to the people in this dark universe. This is your greatest contribution."

The Great Sage Helbert pushed over an exquisite treasure chest, opened it, and found it decorated with silk originally from Nostrama.

The box was divided into many small compartments, and each compartment contained a Medals.

The Medals is dark blue overall, with a golden scale engraved in Medals center.

On each side of the scale lies a sword and a heart.

Of course, that's not the main point.

The key point is the red ring in the middle of the pattern and the background.

Each person's name is engraved on it.

"Children, no, or rather, from this moment on I should call you gentlemen."

"This means that you have not only left your Homeworld, but also that you have made your own achievements and understanding in law, and graduated from your student days."

"This means that from now on, you can expound the Law, set standards, teach students, and write books."

"This means that at this moment, you have become independent, impartial, tenacious, and loyal Imperium Judges."

"At this moment, you have truly grown up. Congratulations!"

Han Mingxuan solemnly pinned Medals on each person.

They are young men just starting out.

They are adult and independent Judges; they have grown up.

The entire Justiciar Legion froze in place.

What did they hear?

They clearly heard their Teachers, their Uncles, say that they had come of age and had become independent Judges.

They can teach students, expound on the Law, and write books.

Their Uncle addressed them formally for the first time as "gentlemen."

"May justice endure, sir." Talos bowed respectfully.

The others stepped forward one by one and bowed to Han Mingxuan.

At this moment, they have truly become mature individuals, both physically and mentally.

At this moment, Nostramo, which was originally the Thirteen Planets in the Peaceful Star System, is located.

The projection of the Planet of Eternal Night, which Trazyn had transformed into a pure Adamantium sphere, trembled slightly in the Warp.

An Adamantium light, mixed with the darkness of the Evernight, transformed into an invisible light and shone upon everyone present.

Similarly, a wisp of pale blue light emanated from the New Nostramo and merged into everyone's bodies.

At this moment, in the Warp, on the sphere that was originally born in the Warp Storm during the construction of Nostramo, five thousand azure stars emitting a faint golden light have appeared.

These stars form the shape of a balance scale on the surface of this sphere.

The sword is on the left side of the scale, and the heart is on the right.

From this moment on, and for thousands or even tens of thousands of years to come, everyone will sing their stories.

The simple award ceremony left an unparalleled impression on everyone.

At the same time, in Nostramo, at Han Mingxuan's residence.

Trazyn, Orikan, and Jia arrived together in Han Mingxuan's study.

They looked at the sword in the study.

"Let's begin."

"No problem."

The three brought the sword to a desolate Planet, and then Trazyn made his move.

Trazyn waved his hand, and the previously still sword began to tremble.

Buzz!

Immediately afterwards, a wisp of mist rose from the sword, slowly revealing the shape of a Daemon.

It was the Daemon that Futia killed.

"Judging from this... he's one of the Prince of Pleasure?" Orikan said.

"Yes, I didn't look closely when I first grabbed them; I just brought them all at once. Now it seems I hit the jackpot."

Roar!

The Daemon in the mist roared at Trazyn, but Trazyn didn't back down at all.

With a flick of his finger, the force field of the Blackstone Artifacts activated, crushing towards the Daemon's phantom.

Sizzle!

The strong, putrid smell, along with the cheap perfume and musky scent, was nauseating.

"Heh, you didn't hit the jackpot, you stepped on a bug," Jia sneered.

"As expected, Old Han has always been very astute when it comes to matters related to Warp."

Within the mist, the original Daemon began to struggle and howl.

"Roar! Pain! Pain!!"

The Daemon within the mist has begun to speak human language!

Looks like I've caught an elite monster.

"No, it might be possession." Orikan looked at the phantom with a solemn expression.

"My dearest Mr. Han, the Mr. Han I've longed for day and night, why have you abandoned me?!"

The three exchanged bewildered glances upon hearing this. Thankfully, Old Han wasn't there; otherwise, he would have had nightmares that night.