Saving the Soon-to-be-Incinerated from Mortarion

Capable

Nimrod watched as Mortarion nodded slightly to him before walking toward the stone pillar in the center of the camp.

The Barbarus lit braziers and let out excited shouts.

Nimrod frowned, thinking to himself.

[Mortarion brought these Psyker to the camp to burn these children alive, just as he did with the Witch in Old Terra.]

Nimrod then looked at the children, who were clearly aware of their impending tragic fate.

The Death's Son not only brings death to Xenos, but also to Psyker he encounters.

Nimrod's gaze finally settled on the child with a strong will and outstanding Psionic Energy talent, and a thought involuntarily arose in his mind.

Should we save him?

Nimrod's gaze swept over Kalas Typhon, who opened his mouth but said nothing.

He knew that Typhon was Psyker, a descendant of the Overlord and a human, who inherited his Xenos father's Psionic Energy.

Typhon would not use his Psionic Energy in front of Mortarion, but in secret, he did not abandon his innate talent.

Guided by whispers, he honed his Psionic Energy skills.

The future "Death Guard" is one of the very few legions without Librarian tank, but Typhon, who became First Company Captain company commander, used his power to gather a group of Psyker.

But when the Barbarus were preparing to try the wizards, Typhon clearly had no way to save these Psyker, which would put him in direct conflict with Mortarion.

Nimrod's gaze fell for the third time on the child who had not begged for mercy.

He knew that if he wanted to save this child with exceptional Psionic Energy, he had to make a decision before Mortarion stood before the pillar.

Once the child is tied up, Mortarion will flatly refuse to budge, and it will be impossible to rescue him without the use of force.

Nimrod's mind raced, rapidly weighing the options in his head.

The friendly deals we made previously provided Mortarion with considerable assistance. Among the Primarch who support the use of Psionic Energy, I will get along with him better than Magnus and Sanguinius, and Jaghatai, who will return in the future.

Saving these children will inevitably affect my relationship with Mortarion.

But how important is this so-called friendship to me?

Nimrod's gaze shifted to Mortarion.

Once Mortarion returns to the Imperium and discovers that the "Shadow of Order" has a large number of Psyker, and knows that I am the key figure in the operation of the Librarian, he will certainly not become my friend.

Moreover, it's highly likely that Mortarion will eventually betray them.

Although I used a transaction, rather than direct violence, to alleviate his resentment at the Old Man in Yellow's failure to complete his mission, this was only one factor contributing to his downfall.

Nimrod knew that Mortarion's dissatisfaction with the Imperium's cruel policies, as well as his feeling of being underutilized and unable to utilize his abilities, were also important reasons.

This is something that cannot be changed, or rather, something he is unwilling to put in the effort to change.

[Among the rebellious Primarch, Mortarion is not worth my effort to change.]

My favorite is Magnus, but he and his legions are deeply entangled in Tzeentch and conspiracies, making them extremely difficult to subdue.

Nimrod examined the rebellious Primarch. He could cultivate Beyonder; combat strength was not his consideration. What mattered more was absolute loyalty and unique abilities.

Perturabo seems to be the most deserving of salvation, as he has become disloyal to the Four Gods after his betrayal.

He possesses unique technical abilities, including binary information encoding, which allows him to write intelligent programs for Titan from scratch. He also has considerable skills in architecture and organization.

If, during the Great Birthday Celebration, the "Nation of Disorder" can ensure the Primarch's absolute loyalty, then it might be worthwhile to expend some effort to subdue him.

Nimrod gathered his thoughts and refocused his attention on Mortarion.

He thought of Typhon, Mortarion's most trusted man, Nurgle's chosen messenger; it was hard not to fall into depravity.

Having considered this, Nimrod made a decision.

Since Mortarion and I are destined to be enemies, I might as well save these children first and gain a valuable asset.

Moreover, Mortarion is ultimately a rational person, and we can communicate with him.

Just as he weighed his options before plunging into Chaos, Mortarion's so-called aversion to witchcraft was not absolute.

Thinking of this, Nimrod flashed to Mortarion's side and said:

"Mortarion, I want these children."

Mortarion stopped and spoke coldly.

"All sorcerers should be judged."

"They deserved to die."

"Get out of the way!"

Mortarion's greyish-white hand rested on the wooden handle of his scythe.

An eerie silence fell over the entire camp, and the elite Warrior behind him gripped their weapons tightly in tension.

Although they knew of Nimrod's power, they were still willing to follow Mortarion and walk the path to death.

It was Mortarion who saved them from the Xenos and brought them liberation.

The militia and other Barbarus were gripped by fear; the filters made it difficult for them to breathe.

Nimrod spoke calmly and deliberately, adopting the tone of a "Lawyer".

Nothing is absolute.

"I will take these children with me; they will have no effect on Barbarus."

"If what you can obtain can bring liberation to Barbarus and kill all the Overlord, isn't it worth it?"

Mortarion, whose face was mostly covered by a white cloth, showed no expression.

Typhon stepped to Mortarion's side, breaking the eerie Silence.

"He's right. Trading these children for Barbarus's future is worthwhile!"

Mortarion removed his scythe, and after a moment of silence, he spoke.

"I want armor and weapons custom-made for me."

Mortarion still remembered the Xenos who raised him, Necare, the Pale King, and how powerful he was; he wasn't certain of victory.

The weapons he forged, and those that Nimrod is now providing, cannot fully utilize his abilities.

If he had powerful weapons and armor, he would surely be able to kill Necare.

It's a deal.

Nimrod stepped forward, took the chain from Mortarion's hand, and with a strong squeeze, crushed a small portion of the chain.

He walked toward the child, and the chains shattered one by one.

The boy stared blankly at the approaching giant, having overheard his conversation with the Death's Son.

He knew he was saved; the golden wings illuminated by the firelight shone into his heart.

He knelt on one knee and began to speak.

"You saved my life, so it's yours now."

"Ethan, I will always be loyal to you."

"Come with me." Nimrod nodded slightly and said in a deep voice.

Ethan rose and followed the black-armored giant through the pale-skinned crowd.

Fifteen days later, Mortarion, dressed in Plasteel armor and carrying a three-meter-long scythe, walked up to Nimrod.

You kept your promise.

Nimrod watched Mortarion turn and leave, thinking to himself.

[Well, the deal wasn't a waste. Aside from the plants, animals, and potion ingredients, at least my relationship with Mortarion isn't hostile. If he were to fall, he probably wouldn't specifically seek revenge on my territory.]

Most importantly, I didn't take the blame for the Old Man in Yellow.