Sanguinius and I both want you to become Emperor of the Second Imperium
The last day of the ninth year of the Thirty-First Millennium.
Protoss, the capital of the western part of Ultramar.
A phantom gate appeared out of thin air.
A giant in black armor and with golden wings strode out, followed by soldiers in faded Imperial Army.
The illusory images of "Fallen Count" Nimrod's eyes slowly merged, and his field of vision rapidly expanded.
The enormous, illusory eye looked down upon Protoss, taking in the entire world.
"I have matters to discuss with Guilliman and Sanguinius."
Ollanius Person knew that the three Primarch must have important matters to discuss, and that it was not appropriate for him to participate.
"Good."
He gazed at the blazing cannon fire rising in the distance, "The rebels have invaded this world?"
Nimrod raised his right arm, and a large door slowly took shape in front of him.
"The Word Bearers ----"
He took a step and disappeared from Ollanius's sight.
Ollanius raised the Lasgun and carefully stepped forward.
What do Nimrod and the others want to talk about?
What's the plan to aid Terra?
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A phantom gate materialized out of thin air within the Astropathic Message Relay Tower.
The Astropath turned their heads, their empty eyes "seeing" a colossal giant.
He shone brightly, his radiance far surpassing that of the other Primarch; only the Emperor's radiance was truly magnificent.
He stood at the forefront of the tide, unmoved by the raging waves, as still as a statue.
Nimrod smiled and said, "I need your help—"
The lead singer of the Astropathic Choir bowed respectfully, "My lord, we are happy to serve you."
"Unfortunately, this area is nearing Ruinstorm and is being severely affected."
"We cannot send a message."
Nimrod smiled. "You only need to meditate and sense the shining Astronomican."
The Astropath instinctively obeyed the "Fallen Count's" "majestic" commands and sat cross-legged around him.
They calmed their turbulent emotions and began to enter a meditative state.
The Primarch's eyes flickered with light as he instantly entered Magnus's second Mindset state.
A radiant body of light broke free from the constraints of the physical body, and the Chief Astropath and two other Astropath were enveloped in dazzling light.
"Sensing Astronomican."
The three Astropath' Mind World were thrown into turmoil. "How is this possible?"
Even if they light Mandrake Candle, it takes them at least twenty minutes to enter a meditative state and clear their minds to meet the requirements for Astropathic Communication.
Now, Lord Nimrod instantly brought them into this state.
The chief regained his composure and said, "Begin."
Three Astropath chanted loudly, their eyes gleaming with blinding light.
With a thought, "The Fallen Count" unleashed his thoughts, which, like Spider Silk, entwined the consciousness of the three Astropath, rapidly spreading along the faint connection between them and the Pharos Lighthouse.
Boom!
A dazzling pillar of light rose into the Mind World of the three Astropath, causing their brains to freeze.
How is that possible?
Even for the chief with the strongest Astropathic Message communication ability, establishing an interstellar communication channel during a calm period in Warp would require at least five standard times.
If the Warp is turbulent, the time required will double, or even hundreds of times.
Once Warp Storm is encountered, Astropathic Communication is completely cut off, let alone a terrifying Ruinstorm storm.
The Chief Astropath steadied himself, "Maintain communication channels."
"Sir, you may begin."
Nimrod nodded. "Thank you for your hard work."
He mentally conceived the idea of his consciousness falling.
Is it hard work?
We've never been so relaxed.
Normally, Astropathic Message from the same or neighboring galaxies will arrive within minutes.
Communication between sub-sectors takes hours, between sectors takes weeks, and between regions takes months to reach their destination.
But they achieved Astropathic Message communication instantly, without any ritual preparation, in less than three seconds.
The rumors are true; Lord Nimrod is indeed a master in the realm of the mind.
His ability in Astropathic Communication is perhaps only comparable to that of the abbot.
Sotha.
The Rock -carved table occupies the entire room, surrounded by twenty-one chairs, each made from the same piece of granite as the table.
The stone chair at the head of the long table is draped with the banner of the Palatine Aquila.
One flag was an undyed white one, while the other eighteen flags belonged to the various Legiones Astartes.
Nimrod's figure suddenly appeared on the left side of the Palatine Aquila Banner.
He looked around and felt that this scene seemed familiar.
"War Council."
He nodded to Sanguinius diagonally opposite him, then looked at the Cobalt Figure on his left.
"Guilliman, do you still believe that we will one day discuss the affairs of the Imperium again?"
"All of us."
Some will never come back.
Konrad Curze, Alpharius, and Hannibal became his alter egos, but Angron's body and soul perished, and Ferrus Manus was beheaded by Fulgrim.
"They must have a place; it's an honor."
Nimrod looked at the banner of the Wolf-Herder God fluttering in the wind opposite him. "Some people won't sit down either, unless they are Conqueror."
"But their positions must be preserved; my belief is in the continuation of the Imperium."
Nimrod leaned against the Throne, "May the Imperium endure?"
"The Imperium must endure; we must ensure Imperium enduring existence."
Guilliman emphasized this, as if trying to convince himself.
"Nimrod." Sanguinius's lips curled into a smile.
"Guilliman has a plan."
Although he couldn't fully agree with Guilliman's plan, he had to admit that it was the most feasible plan at the moment.
Guilliman wanted to establish a Second Imperium—
Guilliman spoke first, "Nimrod, you must understand my motives; they are more important than my thoughts."
He spread his hands. "I do not wish to commit an act of rebellion, even though it may seem no different from Horus's, or even worse."
"I am not trying to build a second Imperium on the corpse of an existing one; I am trying to preserve the embers of that Imperium."
He gazed into Nimrod's dark eyes. "I believe you can understand me. We already have an Imperium."
"I have the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, you have Vostonia and Colonid."
"I'm doing this simply so that we can survive."
His tone was somber, "Terra may have fallen, and our father may have perished."
"Regardless of the current situation, the Ruinstorm will prevent us from learning the truth."
"I did not take advantage of this opportunity to profit, nor did I use the crisis as a pretext to usurp the throne."
"I am not Horus! I will not establish an Imperium to crown me."
Guilliman stood up. "I only want to establish a new capital world and elect a new leader so that I..."
"Our father's Imperium vision will be passed down from generation to generation."
"If Terra falls, then Sotha will stand, and the Imperium will not perish."
He walked between Nimrod's projection screen and the seat in the center.
Do you know the difference between me and Horus?
"I'd like to hear it," Nimrod, looking at Guilliman.
"I don't want to be the Emperor. I've spoken with Sanguinius."
Guilliman gestured for him to proceed. "Both Sanguinius and I wish for you to become the Emperor of the Second Imperium."
He had thought that Sanguinius would hesitate, and the Archangel was widely loved throughout the Imperium, and was even regarded by some as the best candidate for Warmaster.
But Sanguinius immediately agreed with his idea.
"Therefore, cease your heroic actions, return to Sotha, and join us in continuing the Imperium."
Nimrod looked at Sanguinius, who nodded with a smile.
Unexpectedly, Guilliman actually nominated me as the emperor of the Second Imperium.
Even Sanguinius, the original emperor, recommended me, though he was only persuaded by Guilliman and Lion, and only reluctantly.
Agreed.
He weighed his options carefully, and after eleven seconds, he slowly spoke.