Nimrod: I'm Only Deploying Two Companies

Iron Blood, bridge.

Captain Bachdet Wot, who sits on the command the Throne, is half-cyborg. His body has been specifically modified to suit the duties of a captain, and he is completely integrated with the command the Throne.

"Sir, we need 25 hours and 36 minutes of standard ship time." His voice was as mechanical as the Sonic Array of the Adeptus Mechanicus, but it sounded even colder, like the rock of Perturabo.

"I want you to execute the flight plan perfectly, arriving earlier than scheduled." Perturabo's voice was like Freeze rock.

"The Plasma Reactor will operate at 1.5 times the standard speed, increasing its output power to 1.49 times. It is expected to arrive in 21 hours and 25 minutes after standard time."

"The Plasma Reactor maintenance time will be increased by 36 hours..."

"Execute!" Perturabo coldly interrupted Bachdet's report.

"As you command, Lord of Iron."

Twenty-one standard hours later, Perturabo and his Trident arrived on the flight deck.

Perturabo's icy blue eyes were fixed on the iron-gray Aquila Shuttle in front of him.

"Change it!"

"The Trident's Blade of the Spear," asked Frix, the First Company Captain Warsmith, cautiously.

"Shall we ride the Stormbird?"

"Yes."

Perturabo offered no explanation, Trident members exchanged glances.

The war is over. Heading to the Brotherhood is more suitable for the Aquila Shuttle than the Stormbird.

My father was very satisfied with the design he had personally created, but now he wants to replace it with Stormbird, which is unusual.

The three became increasingly certain that their father was unhappy.

The slave laborers moved silently and swiftly, dragging fuel hoses to inject fuel into the Stormbird and unlocking the gravity lock.

The Stormbird gunship roared into the main elevator, its atmospheric engines already in place.

The hangar's outer shield activated, and Perturabo and Trident entered the Stormbird through the boarding stairs.

As soon as Trident sat down, he immediately fastened his seatbelt, Perturabo walked straight to the very front of the Stormbird's crew compartment.

"Go!" With that command, the Gunship shot upwards, even though the pistons that were closing the hatches were still working.

The heavy, airtight doors of the hangar slowly opened, revealing emptiness and rows of black warships.

Perturabo glanced at the void with his icy blue eyes, then looked away, a series of numbers flashing through his mind.

Building a stargate system centered on Olympia would require resources... and take... 470 years.

The time required for new construction far exceeds that for repairs.

Perturabo's icy blue eyes darkened slightly. He was capable of designing a new stargate navigation system, but considering the resources and time required, it was unrealistic, and he couldn't get support from the War Council.

The Stormbird slowly landed on the helipad of the Shadow of the Throne, its gravity locks fastened to its iron-gray fuselage.

Perturabo stepped onto the deck and immediately saw Nimrod's Primarch's Attendants, Arsena Dunn.

"Lord Perturabo..."

"Take me to Nimrod," Perturabo interrupted the Primarch's Attendants, coldly ordering.

Arsena paused for a moment, then said, "As you wish."

A moment later, Perturabo entered the Primarch's Palace and saw the Obsidian supporting the dome tilted haphazardly, with twelve metal rods and Chapter banners arranged asymmetrically.

He quickened his pace, [easier to end all this.]

Before he even reached Nimrod, his dreadlocks started swinging.

"Nimrod, now that the war in Xana is over..."

The Primarch keenly sensed the somber atmosphere surrounding Perturabo.

His dark pupils met those icy blue eyes, and he immediately understood why Perturabo was unhappy.

Nimrod smiled slightly, "No, the war in Xana is just the beginning. We are facing a powerful Xenos alliance."

"Your arrival will herald the start of our counterattack."

Perturabo's cold eyes lit up.

He was not late.

He still had a chance to smash the Hammer of Olympia into the Xenos.

Perturabo's dreadlocks straightened. "Tell me about the Xenos, and I'll devise a battle plan."

"Arsena, display the intelligence sent by Company Commander Borgel, 'Star Hunters'."

"As you wish." Seeing Perturabo calmly seated, Arsena raised his Control Staff.

The star map of the Vicious Sector was projected in front of Perturabo and his Trident, and the dense red markings drew their attention.

"My lord, as you can see, the colonized worlds of the Vicious Sector have suffered a full-scale invasion by Xenos."

Millions of humans have been enslaved by Xenos, their sanity bound by Neural Collar.

"Star Hunters have observed an Artificial War Satellite appearing in the Campinas System..."

As Frix listened to the detailed report, he felt inexplicably strange.

His eyes were downcast, and after thinking for more than ten seconds, he realized what was making him feel strange.

The intelligence is incredibly detailed!

This is not the style of the "Star Hunters".

The "Star Hunters" are unique; they disregard orders given to them by anyone other than the Emperor.

They will not obey orders from Lord Perturabo, Lord Horus, or the Sigillite.

Even if Lord Nimrod rescued the 33rd Company, they wouldn't have conducted such a detailed reconnaissance.

They would only send a few brief reports, and then, like a wild horse, they would disappear from sight, wandering off to who knows where.

This is so strange!

How did Lord Nimrod manage to command those unrestrained Star Hunters?

He also always managed to calm Lord Perturabo down... an extraordinary charm?

Perturabo ignored the unusual performance of the 33rd Star Hunters and instead converted the information provided by Arsena into a series of data.

He only looked at Nimrod after the Primarch's Attendants stopped reporting.

How many troops can your "Shadow of Order" deploy in the Vicious Sector?

Nimrod met those icy blue eyes and saw a glimmer of light within them.

He knew Perturabo wanted to prove himself, and he should give him that opportunity; therefore, he couldn't deploy more troops than the "Iron Warriors."

Because of my presence, the Fourth Legion did not suffer heavy losses when liberating Incaladion, and Perturabo was not punished with Decimation. Now, the "Iron Warriors" number about seventy to eighty thousand.

However, the "Iron Warriors" built Fortress and left a force to garrison each conquered world, which was a considerable burden and one of the reasons that would eventually bring down Perturabo.

The "Iron Warriors" force can mobilize no more than 70,000 people; to avoid any unforeseen circumstances, let's conservatively estimate it at 50,000.

Thinking of this, Nimrod said, "My legion has just gone through a major battle and needs rest."

"I will dispatch the Second and Fourth Legion, totaling 50,000 men, to join the recapture of the Vicious Sector."

The Second and Fourth Legion had assembled more than 60,000 troops in the Carium Gate area, and four other Chapter had also completed their assembly but were not deployed to the Xana operation.

Nimrod not only considered Perturabo's desire to win glory and prove himself, but also Rangdan's ambitions from other directions, especially the northeastern Galaxy, and his territory, the Colonid Sector.

He remembered the Xenos race, the Basmemanik, who, during the Second Rangdan War, were invaded by the Rangdan and fled desperately into the Imperium.

Perturabo stood up and walked to the holographic projection. "Now, it's time for us to discuss the operational plan for the Vicious Sector."

Frix stood behind Perturabo, with the other two Trident members, Harkor and Gorg, standing behind him.

Nimrod walked to his side, lightly tapping the Gildas System with his finger, highlighting that area.

"Xana's Mechanicum Custodians will launch an attack on this star system; this is their revenge against the Xenos."