Big Brother

Both the Great Angel and Magnus could see it.

Curze used a tiny bit of Psychic Power the instant he threw the punch.

In other words, he predicted Russ's punching pattern.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Anyway, Russ loves to drink, and he's never without his alcohol.

"Shell... wait until I get back and practice, then the two of us will come back, and we'll still be at the Immortal's Drunkenness!"

Russ felt strange at this, because he was a little tipsy.

His mouth seemed to move a little too far when he spoke.

He was a little tipsy from drinking his homemade wine, which is impossible.

But he enjoyed the feeling.

"There's nothing wrong with the Immortal's Drunkenness, just take it easy."

"Hehehe, no matter which world he's in, Russ is still the same good-for-nothing."

Even the Night Haunter couldn't imagine that Russ was competing with the Emperor in terms of eating, drinking, and sleeping.

This is rather illogical.

On the other side, the Throne Room of Terra.

After the celebration ended, Han Mingxuan was brought here, and the scene became quite awkward.

Han Mingxuan simply watched the Emperor quietly.

Malcador looked the two men up and down, about to speak.

"Han..."

"Old Ma up, this is between him and me."

"Your Emperor, this is not what we agreed upon."

"My friend, the Imperium needs you."

"But I'm just a Mortals. If you give me so many positions, I'll die from overwork after just one hour of work."

"Furthermore, I am just a teacher with no experience in government affairs; the specific administration of Nostramo is handled by Curze."

"You'd be better off giving these tasks to Guilliman than to me."

I thought you were going to say Curze.

"Are you kidding? Don't I know what kind of son I raised? He's suited to be Judge, but not a politician."

Moreover, as the Grand Inquisitor of the Imperium, Curze had a lot of work to do.

"Besides! Educating your Demigod sons is very difficult. You can't treat me like a nuclear-powered donkey, understand?"

"If I don't get enough rest and can't guarantee the quality of education, and the Primarch rebels, you can expect to be suffering from hemorrhoids."

"Father of Night, be careful what you say!"

Valdor listened to Han Mingxuan's rebellious remarks, and if it weren't for the fact that the Emperor and the Chancellor were present, the first thing he would have done was to kill Han Mingxuan.

But your arrival changed everything, my friend.

Boom!

The Emperor did not deny it!

This means that what Han Mingxuan just said is a future event that is bound to happen!

Hearing this news, which could tear the entire Imperium apart, Valdor was as shocked as if he had seen an Orks.

"Change happens gradually. It's not that I can change everything just because I'm in this position. I'm not you, Emperor; I don't have your power."

"Even you can't change many things, otherwise you wouldn't have asked me to educate your son."

There's something I need you to do.

Does this mean they've given in?

It's good that they've agreed.

"Speak, what is it?"

"I need you to go to Nuceria, find Angron, and bring him back. His upbringing is very important; he is my... my son whom I don't want to lose."

"Shall we set off now?"

"No rush. Wait until you're familiar with things here and have explained everything to Curze before you set off. He relies on you a lot."

Nuceria, Angron, Angel of Red Sand, World Eaters, Butcher's Nails's mount.

Another character pre-ordered for the gacha pool.

Khorne.

"Why don't you bring him back yourself?"

"Time is of the essence. I need to oversee the Great Crusade, and later I will hand Great Crusade over to Horus, at which point I will need your help."

Well.

"You just don't have a mouth, okay, I'll handle it."

At this moment, inside the Primarch Residence, Russ was completely drunk and slumped over the table.

"Russ's alcohol tolerance is terrifying," Curze said.

He drank too much, which caused his Psychic Power Prophecy to be off-target; he was also slightly tipsy.

If it weren't for the Night Haunter's assistance, he would have actually been drunk by Russ.

When it comes to drinking, Russ's stats are still too high.

As for the others, they were now staring at Curze in shock.

"He... he got Russ drunk?" Mortarion found it a bit unbelievable.

Russ has an insane alcohol tolerance, and Curze has Psychic Power to Prophecy the future!

"Just like your Uncle, you can get along with anyone," Fulgrim said.

He was even a little envious of Curze's perfect performance.

If he had received such an education from a young age, he might not have gone astray.

As for the Lord of Drakes, he was very happy, extremely happy.

Of all these brothers, there is no doubt that Curze possessed the richest humanity and the most radiant spirit.

A heart of gold.

"Ha, just a little trick."

It's Lion El'Jonson.

Curze looked at the Dark Angels Lord, who had barely spoken since entering and had a stern face.

To be honest, the Primarch all thought it was quite a killjoy.

One is Dorn, but thankfully he learned something from his trip to Nostramo and knows to speak less.

One is Perturabo, a very stubborn person, and he's quiet today too.

Another one is Lion El'Jonson, who is the pure the Beast of the Imperium.

As for Russ?

She's already asleep from drinking.

Curze poured two bowls of wine and walked over naturally.

With arms around each other's shoulders.

"Big Brother, what you said is a bit off. Russ is the sixth brother, and I'm the Eight Brother. What's wrong with me using a few tricks?"

"As the eldest brother, you're like a father to me. Please bear with me. Come, let's drink!"

Lion El'Jonson took the bowl, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

This... this distance is too close; Curze is being a bit too intimate.

It made the hairs on his body stand on end, making him very uncomfortable.

"Sweet talk." Lion El'Jonson finished his drink in one gulp and put the bowl down.

"That's right, that's how you drink it, so heartily!"

"But I remember Horus was the first..."

He is the sixteenth brother.

Lion El'Jonson interrupted Curze as quickly as possible.

"Curze, my brother, you're right, I am the first... Ugh! Ugh!"

"Eat Fruit, eat Fruit! I specially bought this in Nostramo, don't waste it!"

"Even missing a single bite is a loss."

"Haha, yes, yes, yes, eat some oranges to sober up," Vulkan laughed loudly.

"Thank you, my Great Angel."

"You're welcome."

"He wasn't thanking you, just like Curze did back then, Sanguinius."

"No, Dorn, the Wolf of Fenris is very grateful to me, I can feel it."

"Haha, we really have to thank the Great Angel," Vulkan said with a laugh.

Horus ate his Fruit, glancing at the Great Angel with a hint of annoyance.

He was indeed the First-Returned Son, and he lived with his father for thirty years. His father even said that he was his Centaur and gave him a gold ring.

He still wears his gold ring.

And he's not just good at saying these things.

And everything on Nostramo, his Uncle, his brothers, their blood oath.

That's great, why can't people talk about it?

Yes, the Great Angel was probably afraid of others being jealous.

That must be it.