In the Fourth Layer Space of the Kingdom of Disorder, Nimrod leaned against the Throne and gave orders to Galan Surak, Chief Apothecary of the World Eaters.
"Immediately lead all the rapid expedition forces out of Bodt and head for Nuceria."
He had just received a prayer from Glenn Worsoto, Chapter Master of the First Chapter of the Ultramarines. Guilliman had gathered all armed forces in Ultramar to punish the Word Bearers and the World Eaters.
Guilliman had even summoned the Terran-born he had always disliked. At last, he remembered Glenn, whom he had left farming on Talentus.
To ensure the ritual to ascend as the Fallen Count proceeded smoothly, Nimrod not only needed Glenn by Guilliman's side to monitor its progress, but also needed Galan to remain beside Angron.
At the same time, he knew that before long, Autek Mor, Iron Father of the Iron Hands, would attack Bodt, the World Eaters' main recruitment base.
He would use the fleet's firepower to smash the moon into the planet, wiping out all life on its surface.
That would mean the end of the World Eaters' rapid recruits.
"My lord, I have trained eighteen thousand four hundred rapid expedition troops. They have all been fitted with the Butcher's Nails You bestowed upon them, and they will fight for You."
"Well done." Nimrod gave a slight nod.
A thought suddenly struck him. Before the moon fell, Mor had looted a stasis casket from Tridecima, the planet's capital.
That casket bore the mark of the gene-weavers who had aided The Old Man in Yellow in creating the primarchs.
Compared to destroying the World Eaters' recruitment base, the stasis casket was Mor's true objective.
Thinking of this, Nimrod gave another order. "Take the stasis casket underground."
"Your will shall be obeyed."
Law of Faith.