The Adeptus Custodes' Old Tradition

Mortarion, a Primarch who was tricked by Nurgle, a rebel who nearly died, and a Legion in the First Company Captain.

It's much easier to bring back Primarch with serious problems than to bring back a Primarch that's half good and half bad.

The former only requires dismantling and rebuilding, like Lorgar.

The latter requires a long period of correction.

This is the most troublesome part.

The Primarch of the Warhammer World are notoriously stubborn.

It's decided, so I'll take Mortarion with me.

It's just Nurgle, let it dry.

"Father of Night, according to the arrangement, the Hereditary Nobility of Terra are required to meet with you in the coming days."

Noble?

Hereditary Nobility?

"No, I'm busy."

"By the Emperor's decree, sir..."

"Go ask him if he pays me a salary, if I have the five social insurances and one housing fund, and if he pays social security."

Salary?

Five social insurances and one housing fund?

Pay social security?

I don't understand these words.

"Sir, loyalty..."

"Then you'll educate the Primarch?"

Endymion fell silent.

Loyalty is something he and the Father of Night don't need to emphasize repeatedly; the fact that he was able to educate the Grand Inquisitor well is already an act of unparalleled loyalty.

To be honest, in the eyes of the Adeptus Custodes, these Primarch each had their own flaws, and these flaws were all quite varied.

But Grand Inquisitor Curze...

Admittedly, he was an outstanding person among all the Primarch.

And the educational Primarch?

They might not even get to say two words before the Primarch kicks them away.

Yes, don't be fooled by their Adeptus Custodes; the Primarch can defeat them like it's nothing.

Only the First of Ten Thousand can contend with the Primarch.

"Old Han, there's a Law Debate being held at the Eighth Legion camp in a week. Would you like to go and take a look?"

?!!

When?

Upon Endymion instinctively wanted to turn around and attack.

Just as he was about to make a move, a large hand firmly stopped him.

Then an old soldier, over three meters tall, appeared in front of him.

"It's Old Kamon," Han Mingxuan said. "Let him handle it himself. Curze needs absolute control over his Legion."

"Understood. Also, regarding the little guy with the White Scars, he went to the warehouse."

White Scars?

Khan?

What did he send someone to the warehouse for?

"Stealing wine?"

"Uh... yes."

Old Kamon never expected that the Primarch would make his men do such... boring things.

"How about this, remind me on the last day of the debate, and I'll bring a few jars of wine with me."

"Good."

Old Kamon turned around, and just as Endymion was about to make his move, he was stopped by Old Kamon once again.

"Kid, in Nostramo, someone like you is unqualified."

"You're Thunder Warriors?! Traitor!"

Old Kamon frowned upon hearing this. "Watch your words, young man. Our identities are an open secret, but we are not traitors. We are the Father of Night's guard."

"The safety of the Father of Night is the responsibility of the Adeptus Custodes."

"And then I, an old man with one foot in the grave, almost single-handedly killed you, right?"

"Luckily, I handled the intelligence handover myself, otherwise someone like you would have been taken down by those young men long ago."

You are humiliating me!

"Quiet down, young man. If you're not as skilled as others, practice more."

Kamon patted him on the shoulder and left Han Mingxuan's residence.

Haha, Ms. Jia's transformation is truly amazing, she's really made us proud!

Endymion watched the departing Thunder Warriors veteran, feeling a tightness in his chest.

He was the Emperor's imperial Adeptus Custodes and Tribune appointed by the Emperor himself.

They couldn't even compare to a veteran from the old era, a remnant of history.

Endymion?

"I'm here, sir."

You were daydreaming.

"No... sir... I..."

"Don't shut yourself off, you're Tribune."

"No, sir, I..."

Han Mingxuan simply patted his waist and walked out first.

That's how the Adeptus Custodes were.

He becomes withdrawn if he can't complete the task.

Rumor has it that in the original timeline, they failed to protect the Emperor and then secluded themselves in the Throne Room, detached from worldly affairs.

It's an old tradition.

"Oh, by the way, how do I get to the Adeptus Mechanicus in Terra?"

"Please come with me, sir."

Han Mingxuan came to the Mechanicus to meet the Great Sage Helbut, who was in charge of the handover between the Legion and the Mechanicus.

Now he needs to ask about the results.

Curze is probably taking over the Legion, so the logistics here can't go wrong.

"Heretic! You should be burned at the stake!"

"You stupid oil guzzler! Your brain should be unscrewed, melted down, and made into a screw!"

"Omnissiah above! In this age when God walks on the earth, how dare you blaspheme!"

"God my ass! The Emperor isn't Omnissiah, and he's not a god!"

"As for the Machine God you mentioned, he's just a Warp Gearboy!"

"You insulted me! You insulted my faith!"

"Insult your mother my ass! You're a steel freak with a head full of mechanical components; you don't even deserve the words that humanity created to insult others!"

"Shameless scoundrel, Heretic! I'll kill you!"

"You think you're worthy?"

"Dad, over here, over here."

Curze?

Han Mingxuan turned his head and saw Curze and Sevatar standing to one side.

Why don't you go inside?

"We can't get in. Those two inside are practically tearing this place down."

How long have they been arguing?

"Even now."

Tsk, what a deep grudge they must have.

The father and son hadn't been talking for long when Vulkan arrived with his men.

"Uncle Han, cousin, what are you doing here?"

"I originally intended to check on the handover progress, but now it seems difficult."

"Vulkan, what's this?"

"I've crafted a gift for you; I originally intended to give it to you during your Legion's Law Debate in a week."

"You're very well-informed," Curze said with a smile.

"The Boss, the one next to Lord Vulkan is the Salamander we encountered on the way to the military camp," Cyrion said.

Um... why is this a little awkward?

"Don't misunderstand, cousin, I just..."

"It's alright, there's no loss anyway. Let's go in and take a look with Dad."

"Great Sage Helbut, how's the handover going?"

"Father of Night."

Although the Great Sage Helbert was furious, he calmed down when he saw Han Mingxuan arrive.

"Forgive my bluntness, Father of Night, but you should execute this Heretic, you should..."

"Where is the handover approval for the Adeptus Mechanicus?"

"What?"

"Hand over the permit." Sevatar stepped forward, looking coldly at the priest.

If someone dares to make their Uncle repeat himself a second time, their head should fly off the plane.

"Here... here."

The approval document already had a stamp on it.

"Hehehe, I really didn't expect that I'd need to sign something."

Han Mingxuan had forgotten that he was the Minister of General Affairs.

Although he doesn't manage things, he still has to sign the papers.

As for why he hasn't signed anything these past few days?

Malcador: No, no, I don't have time to talk about it.