Daxos Binary System

The Imperium of Man classified as Knight World are those feudal worlds with advanced technology, ruled by elites known as Knight Houses.

The Knight World is mostly established in the "Dark Mechanicum Era," when humanity ventured out of Terra to expand outwards.

The reason for settling in these worlds was mostly due to the need for raw materials—fertile Agri World and mineral-rich mining worlds.

Some of the colonies' ships and fleets carried advanced knight armor and their pilots, who became the pioneers of the Knight World.

In the "Age of Strife," these worlds, like others, were severed from their connection with other human worlds by Warp Storm.

Due to prolonged isolation, the Knight World developed towards feudalism, with the aristocratic class controlling the knightly armor and the Knight World itself.

The First Knight Houses is the House Taranis of Mars, which was founded on Mars many centuries earlier than any other knight family.

They knelt before the Emperor alongside the Mars Sage and signed the "Treaty of Olympia," subsequently being given the names Radiant Forge and the First Radiant Knight Order.

In Nimrod's memory, the first Knight World to submit to the Imperium was Chrysos.

It will be discovered in 850 on a planet only tens of light-years from the Sun by a Rogue Trader.

Now, on the Galaxy star map, a world ruled by knights, located in the northeast of the Vostonia System, has been discovered by the Third Legion of the Eleventh Legion.

Nimrod ordered the 28th Fleet to dispatch the "Thousand Sons" to the southwest of the unknown Vostonia, as shown on the star map.

He then disembarked and ordered the fleet to set sail for the Daxos Binary System.

Nimrod sat on the command the Throne, his fingers lightly tapping the back of the chair.

[The House Vicstrix.]

He remembered the House Vicstrix, staunch followers of Mars, who had joined the Fabricator-General during the Horus Heresy, becoming staunch rebels alongside him.

Nimrod will not abandon or annihilate the House Vicstrix even if they rebel in the future, for two reasons.

On the one hand, he knew that if he could make the Knight World submit, the Old Man in Yellow would be overjoyed.

This was something to celebrate for both him and the Imperium, and an excellent tool for political propaganda. The delighted the Old Man in Yellow would likely reward him.

This would also be one of Nimrod's greatest achievements; he would be the first Primarch to conquer the Knight World, which would bring him immense political prestige.

On the other hand, memories are just memories; the future can be changed.

Nimrod was also confident in winning over the House Vicstrix, after all, it was one of the smallest of all the Knight Houses.

Before the Horus Heresy, this family only had about 140 Knight Mech.

Nimrod's eyes flashed, and he thought to himself.

To completely subdue the House Vicstrix, demonstrating strength is the first step.

My combat strength can overwhelm the knight, but technique is also very important.

The House Vicstrix's steadfast service to Mars stems not only from faith but also from technological factors.

With that thought in mind, he made a decision.

"Gabriel, come to my private office in ten minutes from standard ship time."

Seventeen minutes later, Nimrod used Telepathy to instruct the newly-minted "Savant" Tech Sergeant to retract his power.

He then said, "Make good use of the power I have given you, and seize the opportunity to study the technology of the Joegall."

"Yes, Father."

The fleet was en route to the Daxos Binary System at Terra's Imando Training Center.

Between the three towering towers, Iphigenius, Treon, and Morvo, lies a spacious open-air training ground.

Raindrops poured down from the iron-gray sky, cold and heavy.

Wilshire shivered like the other boys; everyone was trying to fight off the darkness, the cold, the fatigue, and the tension.

Unlike the other boys, Wilshire's body trembled slightly, but his face always wore a confident smile.

For the past two months, he has been tested, scrutinized, disciplined, molded, humiliated, and tempered.

Having overcome numerous Affliction and tribulations, he has kept his goal firmly in mind and will never give up.

The stern-faced instructor stood to the side of the formation.

He held his head high, not even glancing at the boys.

When Wilshire first arrived in Imando, he was angry and hated his instructors just like the other boys.

But he no longer has any feelings towards the instructor; the instructor is merely one of the obstacles in his life.

"You will be examined; this is a personal test. Do not help anyone around you."

"Beat the gong."

Wilshire started running as soon as the crisp chime rang out, wondering how long today's ordeal would last.

Through observation and summarization, he already knew the purpose of the assessment: each item was designed to find the weakest person, eliminate them, and at the same time test the effectiveness of their training.

To reach the Gate of Heaven, they must constantly push themselves to improve, and improve faster than others.

While pondering, he and the other thirty-three boys quickly stepped onto the track and soon entered their own familiar and suitable running rhythms.

Everyone has become accustomed to inhaling through their noses, exhaling through their half-open mouths, and patting the damp track with their worn-out sneakers.

Wilshire ran ahead with his head held high, just like always.

One boy couldn't keep going from the very beginning; his injuries from previous training hadn't healed, and his muscles had become stiff from the cold during the long wait.

He staggered a few steps before collapsing to the ground due to uncoordinated movements, tears mingling with mud.

He knew he had failed; there was no way he could ever become an Astartes again, roam the Galaxy, and serve the Emperor.

Wilshire dodged the traps, leaped over the deep pits, and scaled the high walls, completing the lap first.

Then he saw the eliminated player lying on the ground in a sorry state, angrily pounding the ground. He didn't stop for a moment, nor did he slow down, continuing the cycle on the track.

He gradually felt the soreness in his muscles, and the scratches on his calves throbbed with pain under the pounding of the wind and rain, but he had long been accustomed to the pain.

He won't be defeated by physical pain like that boy.

When Wilshire finished the second lap, the eliminated boy had already been helped up and taken away by his attendants.

He didn't know if the boy would be sent back to his original Hive City or taken somewhere else, nor did he need to know, because he firmly believed that he would not be eliminated.

Three hours later, the first person to voluntarily withdraw appeared. His head was throbbing more and more, and he felt the raindrops hitting him like stones. He was trembling violently and could hardly breathe.

Wilshire walked past him; was she sick in the cold rain?

[You're too fragile. You should have gotten used to it by now. This isn't the first time this has happened.]

After a long while, a second person voluntarily withdrew. He was too tired to eat yesterday and could no longer suppress the cramping in his stomach.

All he wanted now was a hot drink and a swig of Corpse-starch to make himself feel stuffed.

The sound of a bell rang out, and Wilshire stopped in his tracks.

After five standard weeks of sailing time, Nimrod's fleet arrived at the Daxos Binary System.

He immediately sent a message to Bukayo House Arshavin, summoning the lord to the Void Hunter to report the situation.