I Am Nimrod, and I Will Not Submit to Any Being

Eight Blood Red lightning suddenly struck down, hitting the black armor.

Amidst crackling explosions, Blood Red lightning coiled around the armor, binding Nimrod's head, wings, and arms like chains.

Waist and legs.

Blood Red filled his Obsidian- like eyes, and layers of blood mist enveloped his body.

Nimrod's eyes darkened as he suddenly realized that his feet were firmly planted on solid ground.

He looked around and found himself standing alone on a solitary rock amidst a sea of blood.

Corpses floated in the sea of blood, staining the ocean crimson.

The waves crashed against the rocks, stirring up layers of roaring, furious waves.

The sound of the tides surrounded us, sometimes near, sometimes far, and sometimes high, sometimes low.

Sometimes it was a voice he had heard before, a voice from the ancient Reapers Sethak, Robin—

He persuaded, "Father, shout it out, 'Blood for the Blood God!'"

He commanded, "Nimrod, submit to me."

"Free yourself from your chains, yield to your desires."

"I will not submit to anyone," Nimrod said in a deep voice.

With a deafening roar, a giant wave crashed down and slammed into Nimrod's body.

His voice lowered, and he spoke with unprecedented restraint.

Come, there's a shadow beneath the rocks.

"Please step into this shadow, and I will tell you something."

"I'm going to show you the fear hidden in the cracks of the rocks."

Nimrod shook his head. "I'm not interested."

The crimson waves hissed angrily, and simultaneously, waves of blood surged from all eight directions, crashing towards the solitary rock.

Vlad Elias listened to the Blood God's roar rising higher and higher, and then stopped his escape.

As the Anointed One, he enjoys triple blessings—the favor of the Golden Lorgar, the blessing of the Empyrean, and the protection of the Blood God.

He firmly believed that he was the embodiment of the new era and would bring great truths to the mortal world.

The old laws have collapsed, and all those who defy the truth will vanish like smoke, even the mighty Nimrod within the Primarch.

However, the Blood God's undisguised, burning desire reveals his yearning for a powerful Primarch.

Nimrod was a powerful Warrior who defeated Leman Russ, Ferrus Manus, Konrad Curze, and Alpharius, and he fought to the death with the King of the Gladiators, Angron.

No one can refuse the glory of ascension, and once Nimrod becomes the prince of the Blood God, he will surely unleash his fury upon him.

But Nimrod foolishly rejected the Blood God's blessing, and the great moment of ascension slipped away, never to return.

Elias listened to the roar of the Blood God; his armor seemed to have been pulled from a sea of blood, gleaming with Crimson Light.

The runes engraved on the armor surged and roared, as if they were alive.

A single horn protrudes from the top of his helmet, standing proudly.

He raised the Profane Staff, declaring, "In the face of truth, those who obey prosper, those who defy perish."

Deep within the blood mist, a shadow of rage loomed overhead.

The claws of the destructive power pressed down on the Veil separating reality from the Empyrean; His roar shook the heavens and the earth, pressing down on Nimrod from both the dimensions of reality and the mind.

A burning ambition blazed in Nimrod's Obsidian eyes. "I am Nimrod, and I will not submit to any being."

No one can bind my body or my spirit.

Rumble--

Rocks crumbled, and a sea of blood evaporated.

Click--

The eight Blood Red chains binding the black armor shattered.

Nimrod reached behind his back with his right hand and drew Spear of Dionysus.

His eyes gleamed, Spear emitted a dazzling light.

The "Fallen Count's" muscles twitched, pulling his arm to swing, and he suddenly hurled the Spear of Dionysus with a backhand.

Elias raised the Profane Staff, and the dissipating blood mist was drawn to him, enveloping him completely.

The Spear whistled through the air and struck the Blood Red armor.

Bang!

A dazzling light tore through the Blood Red armor, Spear pierced the body of the Dark Apostles.

The body fell to the ground, Nimrod turned his gaze to the Antidil around him.

Within the swirling air mass, countless bubbles surged forth from within the bubbles.

You can never control your own destiny.

You will perish along with the Shadow of Order.

Nimrod ascended to the Third Mindset the Thelema state of mind, and the resonant echo that struck his soul receded into his brain like the receding tide.

"The Antidil, perished."

His deep voice echoed the impact of the collision into the real world.

Psychic Storm swept out, engulfing everything in its path.

The pale palm spun rapidly, and a random number of fingers haphazardly imprinted jumbled lines in the air.

The destructive sonic waves echoed in their hearts, "Antidil, perish!"

Ollanius broke free from the cycle of repeated failures and slowly stood up.

A lingering sense of despair haunted his soul, and his aged body was too weak to muster any strength.

Nimrod's eyes flickered with light and shadow as he raised his right arm and clenched it tightly.

Bang bang--

The yellowish-green gas spun like a glass ball and flew towards him.

John Granmaticas regained his senses and gazed at the yellow-green balloons surrounding Lord Nimrod.

The Antidil are the most spiritually powerful race in Cabal; no one can contend with their minds.

Lord Nimrod was able to single-handedly confront hundreds of Antidil; his will—his mind—was terrifying.

Bathusa Narek moved his stiff body, banishing the decadent crimson from his mind.

The darkness of the Xenos brand swirled in his mind, and Lord Nimrod's words echoed in his thoughts, "Even if he dies, the entire legion will not be liberated."

The gloomy sky came into view, and he stiffly raised his head. The Magnificent Hull appeared in orbit high in the sky.

A figure descended from the sky, getting closer and closer.

Bathusa stared at the figure wielding a massive Spear, and instinctively raised his sniper rifle.

Omega!

Nimrod raised his hand, considering that he had not yet "Corrosion" the three of them, and carefully chose his words before speaking.

He's on my side now.

[Did Lord Nimrod persuade Alpharius?] Bathusa wondered to himself.

He had no doubt that Lord Nimrod could easily defeat Omega, but he was actually able to persuade a rebellious Primarch.

Bathusa's eyes shone as he gazed intently at "Omega".

"Omega" raised his hand, and Bathusa suppressed his fighting instincts, deactivated the Auspex array, and switched his own vision.

[Blue powder?]

Ugh!

A hurricane suddenly appeared and surrounded the "Wizard" Alpharius.

His descent suddenly slowed, and he looked at the greenish-blue mass of energy in front of his main body.

A name slowly emerged from my memory: Assisiltir.

The Antidil possess a sensory ability that even the Primarch's mind cannot block, allowing them to easily read his thoughts.

Those were the most unsettling Xenos he had ever encountered; they exposed Alpha's secrets.

They can also force thoughts into one's mind.

While Alpharius could easily resist that level of mental influence, what if there were 529?

Alpharius activated its "Eyes of Mystery Prying," looking down at the clusters of gas clouds.

The more fingers there are, the more intense the grayish-white color becomes, and the larger the palm also becomes.

The number of fingers determines the strength, right?

Assisiltir is the strongest among the Antidil, which is why he became an envoy of the Cabal. Even so, my true form can withstand five hundred and twenty-nine of them.

As he pondered, he slammed down on the platform constructed by Telekinesis.

John stared at "Omega" and couldn't help but recall Gehert's words.

"We have convinced the Twin Primarchs that they have joined the cause of Cabal."

A smile curved his lips. "Xenos, you're too arrogant," Alpharius said, having been persuaded by Lord Nimrod.

Lord Nimrod will surely lead us to victory.

Alpharius walked up to Nimrod, opened his palm, revealing a ceremonial dagger.

Nimrod pressed down with his right hand, and the Antidil slammed down.

"It's up to you."

He then took the ceremonial dagger and handed it to Ollanius.

"Use the method he taught you to open a spacetime rift."

Although Chaos has risen, the Veil still serves as a barrier, making it difficult for the Four Ruinous Powers to exert influence on reality.

The ritual dagger, however, carries the power of the Four Ruinous Powers and even the Warp itself, making it extremely difficult to exert influence.

Nimrod's memories of his journey Ollanius Or are the best proof of this.

In order to take the ritual dagger from the avatar, he chose the Antidil's Homeworld.

Besides collecting potion ingredients being his original goal, this planet is located on the Northern Fringe, where the Ruinstorm that cut off the Galaxy have a much lower impact, making it much more difficult for Khorne to cause trouble.

He never expected that a Dark Apostles would guide the power of the Blood God to descend and corrupt him while he was mentally battling the Antidil.

Fortunately, the Chaos energy here isn't enormous, otherwise it would have been troublesome, as it would have exposed the black mist to Ollanius and the others.

Nimrod watched as Ollanius took the ceremonial dagger. "With this, the journey ahead will be easier."

At least in the short term, the Four Ruinous Powers will find it extremely difficult to interfere.

Hmm—this also gives us a chance to see what the Old Man in Yellow's understanding of time and space was like 44,000 years ago.