Kivior-2 walked up to Nimrod and spoke.
"On behalf of all the altars of Vostroya, I agree to your demand. We will support you in becoming the king of Vostroya."
"Please act at once and purge the blasphemous heretics."
Rosicky and Wojciech exchanged a startled look. The sage had actually accepted Nimrod's demand. It was simply unbelievable.
After the shock passed and they thought it through calmly, they also understood that Kivior-2 had no other choice.
The Adeptus Mechanicus Skitarii and many of the Hive City's families had suffered heavy losses in the battle against the xenos, and Vostroya did not have the legendary divine machine. Faced with heresy erupting so suddenly, there truly was no better solution.
If he did not agree to Nimrod's terms, Vostroya would suffer a catastrophe.
The sage had considered even more. Piatek's fall and Kapustka had made him lose faith in these royal houses.
He operated the data-slate at top speed, made his pledge in the language of technology and Vostroyan Low Gothic, and branded it with an electronic seal using a mechanical tendril.
After Nimrod inspected it, he nodded in satisfaction.
"As you wish. I will go at once."
After Nimrod finished speaking, he strode out, and Maria and the others hurried after him.
Jorginho, who had been waiting, quickly organized his men to follow the giant.
After the group advanced several kilometers, they immediately encountered a herd of Tzaangors.
The group of fewer than a hundred charged toward tens of thousands of monsters, but not a single one of them showed the slightest fear.
They saw that Nimrod, the king they followed, was the first to charge into the horde of monsters. With a single charge, dozens of birdlike beasts were cut in two at the waist, and over a hundred were