Perturabo Was Unhappy

At 12:12:12, every Forge Temple in the Forge World of Xana simultaneously rings the Great Bell of the Omnissiah.

The tolling bells announced that they had emerged from the shame of being desecrated by the Xenos.

In the No. 1 Forge Temple, Nimrod walked towards the Fabricator-General from among the Great Sage holding incense sticks on either side.

Behind him followed Primarch squires, six Chapter Commanders, Anacharis Scoria, Nineteenth Army Commander Arkahas Far, Strategist Balsa Kuturi, and Company Commander Nerat Gearing.

Anakaris Scoria, though still only Tech-Priest, is quite different from before.

His damaged prosthetic eye was replaced with a meticulously crafted black crystal.

The eight Mechadendrite behind him swayed, far exceeding the level of divinity of most Sage, even Great Sage, drawing the attention of many Sages.

Anakaris's prosthetic eye swept over the Sage, and he sensed a profound transformation within himself from the surging code within his Thought Space.

He knew that everything he had received was a gift from Lord Nimrod.

Each Mechadendrite and weapon on his back requires a large amount of resources.

Anakaris looked at the Magos Prime of the Mechanicum Custodians, who had only four arms, twice the number of Anacharis's, and each of his arms was a powerful weapon no less than Anacharis's.

Photon Piercer Cannon, Graviton Cannon...

His original plan was to inherit the assets of the Great Sage Eddie before he could possess his current resources, but Lord Nimrod granted them to him directly.

Anakaris's Logic Engine once again abruptly produced a name—Lucky.

He has become increasingly familiar with this word that was once unfamiliar to him, a word that existed in his vocabulary but had always been rejected.

Anakaris knew that if he hadn't been valued by the Primarch, even with his far greater degree of sanctification than others, he wouldn't have been qualified to participate in today's celebration.

Participation in the rituals at Temple One requires prestige and a corresponding status.

[Reputation, status, resources...]

In fact, I already have two Tech-Priest, fifty-two potential Apprentice, and three foundries...

Anakaris looked up at the black-armored giant before him. With Lord Nimrod's favor, he would soon have everything.

As Anakaris pondered, the melodious chimes subsided.

The Scepter of the Omnissiah in the hands of the Director of Xana Fabricator-General glowed with a divine electric current, and the code in the Thought Space instantly subsided.

"Nimrod, liberator of Xana, the Primarch of the Shadow of Order, the Monarch of Vostonia, Conqueror of the Xenos..."

"You Purification the blasphemous Xenos, allowing Xana to return to the embrace of Omnissiah."

"By the sacred authority granted to me by Parliament," the Fabricator-General raised his scepter, "I extend my sincerest gratitude to you."

"It's my honor," Nimrod replied with a smile. "I will keep my promise and punish the Xenos."

"The God of All Machines watches over you; may the Holy Light of Omnissiah always protect you." The Fabricator-General gripped his scepter tightly.

"Every Forge Temple, every Foundry, and every follower of Omnissiah in Xana will dedicate everything to the sacred war of vengeance."

"Every blasphemous Xenos will suffer the wrathful flames of the God of All Machines."

Thought Space Xana's mind, she heard the Fabricator-General's declaration.

The Great Bell of the Omnissiah rang once more in the Forge Temple, and the Foundry, reopened, began its thunderous operation.

After the ceremony and celebrations in Xana concluded, Nimrod immediately returned to the Shadow of the Throne.

Upon returning to the Primarch's office, he immediately went to the "Nation of Disorder" and ordered the Space Ape to concoct the "Sailor" potion. He chose the "Tyrant" Pathway for Alkahas.

Considering that future Space Sharks exist in the void and are actually submerged in water tanks when not in combat, the "Tyrant" Pathway is well-suited to their habits, and their furious and ferocious characteristics also match the attack style of the "Space Sharks".

A moment later, Alkahas came to the office alone.

"Lord Nimrod."

"Drink it."

The "Corrosion" Alkahas took the blue, sea-like potion from the Primarch's large hand and drank it all in one gulp.

He immediately felt a rush of water flowing through his body.

Nimrod teaches the future the Great Obliterator to master common sense.

Given that Horus Lupercal commanded the XIX Legion, and that when Alkahas was Exile by Corvus Corax, the Old Man in Yellow entrusted him with the sacred artifact Void Glass, for protection, Nimrod also told him about the ritual of praying to the Black Emperor.

Unlike the Spear of Dionysus, which was forged by the Old Man in Yellow himself and infused with his own power.

The Void Glass was not created by the Old Man in Yellow, and it was clearly not infused with the Old Man in Yellow's power.

Two minutes later, Alkahas withdrew the overflowing potion power.

"Thanks be to my Lord for this."

He paused for a moment, then asked hesitantly.

"My lord, are Balthasar and Neratt also subjects of Your test?"

"What I mean is that you brought them with you to observe them."

"That's right." Nimrod slightly, looked at Alkahas, and waited for his explanation.

"Balthasar spoke to me yesterday; he wants to stay by your side."

"Oh..." Nimrod had not yet successfully "Corrosion" the Grey Knights' future first Grand Master. He thought he would have to find another opportunity, but he did not expect that Balthasar would actually have the idea of staying.

Why did he have this idea?

"Balthasar witnessed Your powerful Psionic Energy, slaying the Bone-Eater that destroyed the Titan. Among the Primarch, only Magnus can compare to You. He wishes to serve You and learn from You."

Nimrod nodded; he naturally wouldn't refuse Balthasar's request.

"Alright, let him stay. I will personally teach him how to use Psionic Energy."

A hint of envy flashed in Alkahas's eyes. "I will tell Balthasar that it is his honor."

The 19th Legion's fleet then departed, leaving only the strategist Balsa Kuturi on the Shadow of Reign.

Nimrod preparations to be made for Perturabo's arrival.

Two sidereal days later, the 20-kilometer-long, iron-gray Gloriana-class Battleship, the Iron Blood, leaped out from Mandeville Point.

Unlike most of the Gloriana-class Battleship, which were built in shipyards on Terra, Mars, or Jupiter, the Iron Blood was built in Olympia and was designed under the leadership of Perturabo.

Its most distinctive feature is that it has no portholes, and even on the bridge, it lacks the floor-to-ceiling viewing windows found on other Gloriana-class Battleship.

Perturabo believed that visual contact with the enemy was of no help in combat; combat could be commanded solely through Auspex scanning and tactical projection.

The command room was one of the few places on the Iron Blood with windows, which were merely narrow, slit-like gaps between arched iron beams.

Perturabo pulled his dreadlocks from the Logis-Engine, and his icy blue eyes grew even colder.

He crushed the Data Slate in front of him and casually tossed it to the maintenance Servitor.

"Captain, how long will it take to reach the orbital docking point of the Shana II?"

I need the exact time.

The Trident exchanged glances. Their Lord of Iron, who had spoken to them in a calm tone before arriving in Xana, must have been in a good mood.

Now he has crushed the Xana battle plan he personally prepared, which can only mean one thing:

The Primarch is unhappy!