In the Fourth Layer Space of the Kingdom of Disorder, Nimrod sat high upon the Throne, listening to Lucius's report.
"—In the end, I detonated the melta explosives planted in advance inside the reactors of Mundus Occulum, triggering a chain of explosions."
"Because we evacuated, we could not fully confirm the results. However, we confirmed the destruction of five God-Machines from the Death Skull Titan Legion, fourteen Knights, and more than thirty thousand enemy Castellax Robots."
"Sigismund requisitioned some Tech-Priests and Servitors to assist him. He urgently transferred more than a thousand sets of Mark IV Power Armor, over twenty Sicaran Tanks, and various other equipment into orbit."
Nimrod gave a slight nod. Sigismund had done fairly well. Although he failed to obtain the most valuable assets, at least the trip had not been wasted, and he had gotten old equipment without paying a price—well—for the loyalists, it was new equipment.
Moreover, he had not encountered Titans as he had in the memories, nor had several hundred Terminators from the First Company died.
His gaze fell upon Lucius.
After the successful operation on Mars, Lucius had already established his prestige among the loyalist coalition of the Emperor's Children and the Death Guard.
Even with such drastic changes to his physique, no one would suspect that he had undergone the sort of modification surgery Bile performed.
As Nimrod considered this, the Space Apes in the First Layer Space sprang into action. They threw materials such as the metallic hides of the Basmemanik people into furnaces, concocting the Sequence 6 Dawn Knight potion.
Moments later, Lucius's body grew another head and a half taller, his powerful muscles bursting apart his Mark VI Power Armor.
Feeling the surging power within him, he dropped to one knee.
"My lord, thank You for granting me