The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Kha'Yang wasn't surprised when Sorkhyan said he wanted to completely eliminate Fulgrim, he just shrugged.

"It's easy to banish him, but it's not so easy to truly destroy him. You might be able to do it, but those Chaos Gods are all sore losers. They'll definitely intervene when the time comes."

"Then we'll choose a place where it's hard for them to intervene."

"Do you have a specific plan yet?"

"Not yet, but I will. It's not in my nature to be passively beaten. Since they've decided to pester me, my solution is to nip it in the bud. Can they help me?"

Although Sorkhyan was wary of Macardo and his people, he didn't mind using their power if he could.

"This is the first time you've actively asked us for help."

Kha'Yang smiled.

"I'll pass it on. You'll have to wait and see what happens. Perhaps he can provide you with a place where even the Chaos Gods can't easily interfere, an execution ground for a Daemon Primarch."

"Then I'll have to trouble you."

Not long after Sorkhyan left, the restored Lightning Stone Chapel welcomed its second guest.

As Jaghatai Khan, with a long sword at his waist, walked into the chapel and gently closed the door, the Deceiver was lighting the extinguished candles one by one, and the damaged bronze clock had been placed back on the altar.

The Primarch's sharp, hawk-like eyes scanned the surroundings, finally settling on the Deceiver.

"Fifteenth time."

"Mm."

The Deceiver hummed softly, not showing much emotion.

"If it reaches the sixteenth time, can it still be maintained?"

"Don't know."

"Has Sorkhyan been here?"

"Mm."

After the Deceiver finished everything, Jaghatai followed him to the tea room. The Deceiver went straight to the desk, opened a roll of white paper, picked up a very old brush, dipped it in the already ground golden ink, and began to slowly write something. Jaghatai sat on the sofa, picked up the teapot, and poured himself a drink.

Just as he was drinking his second cup, the Deceiver, who was writing with his head down, suddenly said:

"He said something about Lee."

"Lee?"

Jaghatai stopped the cup at his lips, pondered for a moment, and put it back on the table.

"I always thought he died during the Battle of Terra."

"No, Erda sent him away before she met Erebus. By the time he escorted John and the others back to Erda, he discovered that the tragedy had already occurred. He went mad and ran to the Imperial Palace with your mother's body to find your father. You were fighting Mortarion in a bloody battle, and he was preparing for the final battle. He could only tell Lee that he was powerless. After the rebellion, Lee has been guarding Erda's tomb. I don't know when he started to be active again, maybe he has always been active, but I didn't know. But he is definitely not alone. He should have cultivated his own power in these ten thousand years."

Jaghatai folded his arms and leaned back on the sofa, lowering his eyes.

"What did Sorkhyan say he did?"

"He's colluding with the Necrons and secretly using the descendants of the Eleventh Legion to research Grey Matter."

"Corax said before that the Space Necrons captured many descendants of the Eleventh Legion for research. Didn't you know about it beforehand?"

"I knew, but I didn't know he was the one doing it until the remnants of the Toxic Thorns Chapter were sent to Sorkhyan."

"In other words, those people actually knew, but they didn't care. Or rather, they were also collaborators."

"After all, Sorkhyan is becoming more and more uncontrollable. If Lee researches something, it may not be an alternative. Macardo, you know, even if it's just a 'mechanism' that has transplanted his memory, it also carries his past thinking and habits. If he thinks that cooperating with Lee is beneficial to the advancement of his plan, he won't mind whether the other party is colluding with the Necrons. But from the fact that they revealed this to Sorkhyan, I'm afraid Lee is already out of control. Heh, it's really interesting. It seems that everything is always a circle, and in the end, it's all so similar to everything that happened before."

Jaghatai tilted his head slightly, and a sigh escaped his lips, which were covered by his beard.

"What exactly happened to Lee? Father and mother both avoided talking about it. But no one paid attention to him before, and even most of the Primarch brothers didn't know there was such a brother."

Hearing this, the Deceiver straightened up and put the pen in his hand into the pen holder next to him.

"They don't say it because they can't say it."

Jaghatai gave a wry smile, stood up from the sofa, came to the Deceiver, and looked at the words on the white paper—

"Not daring to fight a tiger barehanded, not daring to cross a river without a boat, people know one thing, but not the other, trembling with fear, as if facing a deep abyss, as if walking on thin ice."

Jaghatai Khan read it twice, crossed his arms, nodded, and turned to look at the Deceiver next to him.

"The situation is getting more and more complicated. Do I need to come forward?"

The Deceiver shook his head.

"The time is not right. Besides, are you really willing? In the current situation, your appearance may not change anything. It may be more effective for you to stay in the Webway, after all, Commorragh and Shaa-dom both need you to keep an eye on them."

"Ah, speaking of this."

Jaghatai lightly tapped the palm of his right hand with his left fist.

"Recently, Commorragh seems a little abnormal. Could it be related to Sorkhyan?"

"Fulgrim is preparing to compete with Sorkhyan, and Sorkhyan also intends to destroy Fulgrim. Both sides are eager to try."

"The Third Legion... Are you saying that the Third Legion is mixed up with Vect in Commorragh?"

"Not necessarily. We can only say that they now have a common goal, and Fabius Bile also has some old acquaintances in Commorragh. But let's not talk about this. Did you hear any news?"

Jaghatai stroked his chin's beard and said in a low voice:

"The Black Heart Kabal seems to be secretly mobilizing troops, but I have patrolled the Webway routes leading from Commorragh to the outside world, but I have not found anything unusual. But then again, I have not completely figured out the Webway routes of Commorragh. It is not ruled out that they have routes that I don't know about."

But the Deceiver suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

"How many Aeldari have you killed recently?"

"Uh... recently, it's mainly assassins sent by Vect, some Bloodbrides, and some small fries, a few Harlequins who insisted on causing trouble, about a thousand or so."

"If Vect wants to take action, he must first eliminate you, this trouble. He could have been too lazy to care before, but he can't now. So, the first person he will deal with is not Sorkhyan, but you."

"Oh?"

Jaghatai Khan narrowed his eyes.

"That's really what I want."

"He's not stupid enough to directly send someone to find you. He'll find a way to trick you away."

"Hmm——"

After pondering for a moment, the Khan's eyes flashed, and his right hand subconsciously gripped the hilt of his sword. Electricity burst from his fingertips, showing the anger in his heart at this moment.

"What a dog breed, he wants to attack Chogoris."

"After you showed up last time, he should already know who is often attacking the Kabals in the Webway. They have attacked Chogoris in the past, and they must be familiar with it. It doesn't matter, you can go."

"Go?"

After thinking for a moment, Jaghatai nodded slightly.

"Vect knows that I will discover his little tricks. Attacking Chogoris is just a feint. He wants to trick me out and trap or trap me in some way…"

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