The Nikaea Edict was issued by the Emperor; no authority stood above his

The holographic platform of the Blade, Thierry Viera walks towards the holographic communication platform.

He ordered the Tech Sergeant, "Establish a communication link with Lord Lion El'Jonson, blurring the image."

He had learned his lesson from his meeting with Shadrak Meduson, the commander of the Tenth Company of the "Iron Hands," and knew that his unusual physique could not be noticed by Lord El'Jonson.

Especially considering that they were about to face the taciturn First Legion Primarch, even among the Dark Angels, few could fathom their father's thoughts.

"My lord, the communication link has been established."

Three blurry black shadows Flash Step.

"Lord El'Jonson, the commander of the 8th Legion, Thierry Viera, pays his respects."

"Viera, I need to speak with Nimrod."

"My lord, I regret to inform you that my father is not here, Warp disturbances are interfering with all Astropathic Communication," Thierry said evasively.

"In particular, the Warp Storm stretching across the Eastern Galaxy have completely cut off communications."

Please let me know, and I will do my best to convey your message to Father.

Lion paused for the time it takes for five heartbeats to register his silence. "I want to know his war plans."

"The 'Dark Angels' and 'Shadow of Order' work together to crush the rebels."

Thierry frowned slightly, "[This doesn't sound like El'Jonson's usual way of speaking.]"

He was always aloof and arrogant, and disliked fighting in coordination with other legions.

Forced by circumstances—or due to insufficient manpower—the "Dark Angels" fleet

Although each legion has detachments, the Dark Angels' holy war against all Xenos in the Galaxy has made the entire legion particularly dispersed.

As he was pondering, the deep voice sounded again.

What are your current plans?

"Strike at the territory of the 'Word Bearers,' sever their foundation."

"Destruction is the most effective method."

[My lord's oracle is to cleanse, not destroy.] Thierry thought to himself.

"I must get my father's permission."

After another two heartbeats of silence, El'Jonson said, "I will head to the Astronomican."

"The Navigator has newly observed that the Dark Angels will be gathering there."

Thierry stared at the abruptly cut-off image: [Shana II.]

He quickly turned and walked towards the church.

Indomitable Truth.

"The style of the Shadow of Order," said Calth Wayne, who had been recently appointed as Grand Coordinator.

"As long as that planet has any value, they won't destroy it."

"They've put themselves in a difficult position," said Chaplain Nemiel.

"Viera didn't even have time to meet the First Primarch."

Wayne adjusted the blade at his waist and nodded regretfully.

After recognizing the blade emblem, the chief Auspex eagerly anticipated his meeting with Thierry.

He was the tallest and strongest Astartes, and was also known as the greatest swordsman.

He had hoped to use the opportunity of fighting side by side to see if he truly lived up to his reputation.

"Now we can only rely on ourselves."

"As of now, we have only assembled 38,000 people, of whom more than 5,000 have not yet recovered from the aging abilities of the Hrud."

The Dark Angels ambushed the migrating Herud tribe in Prandium, resulting in the deaths of over four thousand Dark Angels, and the 9th Knight Order's Grand Master Arahoth was surrounded.

It wasn't until they opened the Sacred Chamber and used forbidden weapons that the hundreds of millions of migrating Hrud were Purification.

"Send assembly command, assembly point: New Lighthouse."

"Yes, sir."

Wayne glanced at Nemiel. "Asmodis told me that Nephilim device can help us deliver Astropathic Communication— "

Nemiel abruptly turned to Wayne, "Do you know what you're saying?"

The "Nikaea Edict" is absolutely prohibited!

"Librarian were supposed to limit their power, but Asmodis has broken the oath he made."

"Now, you still propose to use the power forbidden by the Emperor again?"

Wayne stared directly into the blazing eyes behind the skull mask. "I've witnessed firsthand what the Librarian is capable of, during the previous Devil invasion—"

His eyes swept over the claw marks on the inner wall of the bridge. "They are not entirely solid; our various weapons can hardly cause any damage to their unnatural flesh and blood."

"They come from the Warp, Librarian's Warp power can also drive them away."

"A serious crime, and I will ensure they receive a proper verdict once the current situation is resolved." El'Jonson looked at Wayne.

"There are two other Librarian members on board, Hasfield and Abrian. Bring them and Asmodis before me."

Nemiel blocked Wayne's path and looked at Lion.

"This is an Error."

"Those abominations that attack us are products of witchcraft; unleashing more witchcraft will only exacerbate our danger."

"I have sworn to uphold the 'Nikaea Edict,' please reconsider."

"I've already given the order," Lion said impatiently.

Nimrod was in the eastern part of the Galaxy, but the "Shadow of Order" had already reached the western Galaxy, sweeping through the core of the "Word Bearers".

His territory, however, was still scattered throughout the Galaxy, though his legions remained.

He could not allow himself to remain inactive during the rebellion, even if he were not competing with Nimrod for the position of Warmaster.

Nemiel, head held high and unwavering, declared, "I cannot obey your orders."

Lion clenched his fists, his lips parted to reveal gleaming teeth.

"My authority is absolute."

Nemiel's body trembled slightly. "The Nikaea Edict's was issued by the Emperor; there is no higher authority."

"Enough!" Lion roared.

In Wayne's eyes, his father's figure flashed by.

A head covered by a shattered skull mask spun and flew past the holographic communication platform.

Blood Red arc was drawn in the dim light, leaving a Blood Red line.

The headless corpse crashed to the ground, striking Wayne's heart.

He stared at the shards of metal on his father's fingertips, a chill running down his spine.

Lion opened his palm, and blood fragments splattered.

Wayne stared in horror at El'Jonson, whose green eyes gleamed as if he were gazing upon his masterpiece.

He seemed to find satisfaction in resolving the troublesome, noisy people.

A chill ran down Wayne's spine; aside from Angron, no one would kill their own offspring with their own hands.

Lord Corax despised the Terran-born, but he only banished them.

The light vanished in an instant, and Lion knelt beside Nemiel's mangled body, his noble face Distortion with Affliction.

What I just saw must have been an illusion----

Wayne opened his mouth, unsure of what to say, but as the steward, he had to take responsibility.

We will mourn for him later.

Lion stood up, his gaze still fixed on Nemiel.

"Notify all Librarian that they have been stripped of their Nikaea oath."

"They can use the power of the Warp, as long as it helps to destroy our enemies."

Thump--

The head rolled off and hit Wayne's boots.

He bowed his head and stared intently at Nemiel's rotten head.

Not long ago, Nemiel and he were both Lion's most trusted sons.

Wayne's mind flashed back to Luther and Zahariel's desolate figures.

He bowed respectfully, then silently turned and carried out the order.

Silence spread rapidly across the bridge of the Indomitable Truth, and an icy chill enveloped the entire Gloriana-class Battleship.

The Dark Angels donned masks of silence and polished their weapons.

A white-haired Dark Angels emerged from the life support pod, donning tattered armor weathered by time.