"Corroding" Two People Simultaneously, I Don't Even Know Who It Was

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The Shadow of the Throne, Primarch Office.

Nimrod asked Luther with concern, "Have the Dark Angels all settled in?"

"Thank you for your concern, sir," Luther said gratefully. "We are honored to receive the same treatment as your Honor Guard."

Ninglu glanced at Zahariel, the strategist of the First Legion, Balsakuturi, the strategist of the Nineteenth Legion, and Captain Alastor Roscha, and said with a smile.

"Today, I want to share with you a technique I've learned."

"It's called the 'War Mask,' and it's a technique for honing one's will."

All four were his targets for "Corrosion," with Luther being his primary target.

Nimrod knew that his greatest desire was power, so he naturally had to start from that point.

He won't grant potions until Luther is completely loyal to him, but he has other abilities at his disposal, one of which is the "War Mask".

"Once you master this technique, you can transform anger into power while maintaining a calm mind."

"..."

Nimrod instructed the four to begin honing their mental fortitude and mastering the "War Mask."

Thirty-three ship standard days later, the Primarch's private training deck.

Nimrod crossed his arms and gazed at the Astartes, where the First Legion and the XIX Legion faced each other on the deck.

Luther and Alastor, Zahariel and Balthasar.

Nimrod's gaze first fell on the two Librarian. Zahariel did not use his Lion-Blade; instead, he wielded his Chainsword, clashing it with Balthasar's weapon, Shriek continuously.

Gears chipped off, Mars flew everywhere.

Zahariel's eyes flashed, and the power he drew from his anger made his advantage in strength even more obvious.

With his knees slightly bent, Balthasar swiftly cut forward and thrust low before being pinned down.

Zabriel turned his sword and deflected the attack.

[They've already figured out the trick to the "War Mask."] After giving his assessment, the Primarch turned his gaze to the other side.

The explosive sound of the two weapons colliding echoed throughout the entire training deck.

Luther let out a restrained roar of excitement, and his Chainsword, like a pumping piston, repelled Alastor.

For the first time in a duel against a true Astartes, he had the upper hand, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time.

He no longer needed to use skill to quickly defeat the Dark Angels, masking the fact that he was inferior in both strength and speed.

Two hearts pumped powerfully, and adrenaline was released rapidly.

Like a knight charging into battle, Luther charged straight toward Alastor.

With his dark eyes, Alastor felt his blood rushing through his veins. He swiftly stepped to the side, avoiding a direct collision.

In the midst of the exchange, Alastor suddenly turned around, extended his claws, and reached for Luther's head.

They all possessed the "War Mask," but they used it in different ways, employing completely different approaches.

Luther channeled his anger into physical strength to compensate for his shortcomings; Alastor, on the other hand, further enhanced his agility advantage.

As Nimrod pondered, the knights of Caliban clashed swiftly with the Raven from Terra.

The sword's edge was sharp, and the claws howled.

A series of thoughts flashed through Luther's mind: Lion and Zahariel had killed the Lion Beast, but he hadn't found Great Beast; he had lost his chance to win glory.

He led the expedition against the Great Beast, yet received no praise.

He was the deputy commander-in-chief, yet he was trapped in Caliban.

Luther was seething inside; his anger needed to be released.

He calmly threw a punch, slamming it into Astokar's arm.

With a sharp crack, Astokar's arm bent and broke.

Luther's longsword was pointed straight at Astokar's throat, the blade reflecting off his pale face.

Luther sheathed his sword and said to Astokar with a smile.

"This was a thoroughly enjoyable duel; the name 'Raven' truly lives up to its reputation."

"My lord, your swordsmanship is the strongest I have ever seen, apart from Lord Nimrod," Astokar exclaimed.

"This is all thanks to Lord Nimrod's guidance." After saying this, he turned to Nimrod's direction.

When the Lord of Shadows issued the order, he did not expect to receive personal instruction from Lord Nimrod.

Even more unexpectedly, he was taught the techniques of the "War Mask" and gained his current combat power.

Recalling his battle with Luther, he would be quickly defeated after the initial clash.

Luther also turned to Nimrod along with Astokar, and the Primarch not only gave him the opportunity to win glory, but also taught him combat techniques to enhance his strength.

"Thank you for your guidance, sir!"

Nimrod suddenly felt his Spirituality surge, as if stars were exploding within him.

Everything before my eyes transformed into threads: the red and gold threads of weapons intertwined, the golden structural lines of the deck and walls.

He also saw the lines of "force" in the way Zahariel and Balthasar wielded their weapons during their clash.

They can even see their physical trajectories from a supernatural perspective.

A few seconds later, the threads disappeared one by one.

Nimrod felt that his body and mind had become purer, and his Spirituality was more abundant, he thought to himself.

[I have fully absorbed the potion and become the true "Baron of Corruption"!]

"I will also grant you more abilities."

Nimrod said meaningfully, scrutinizing the two people in front of him, and thought with a puzzled look.

[Whether it was Luther or Alastor, I "Corrosion" them and completely digested them.]

He specifically catered to Luther's needs, while Alastor had followed him for a considerable time, nearly becoming completely "Corrosion."

"Thank you, sir."

The Primarch watched Luther and Alastor, taking in everything from the admiring looks in their eyes to the subtle changes in their respectful tone.

After a moment, he came to a conclusion.

They've all been "Corrosion" by me.

Nimrod thought to himself with a pleasant mood.

[Hmm... simultaneously "Corrosion" two people, I don't even know who made me digest the potion.]

He looked at the two of them with satisfaction.

Alastor is a formidable force.

Although Luther's combat strength is not top-tier, his other abilities are outstanding, making him arguably the strongest person below the Primarch.

The majority of the 30,000 Caliban present at his Great Birthday Celebration were his followers, along with the new recruits he would train for the next 140 years.

Nimrod smiled, a smirk playing on his lips.

Now, they will all be mine.

While Nimrod was pondering, Zahariel delivered a perfectly timed thrust that pierced Balthasar's defense.

"Very good," Nimrod applauded and praised.

"Zahariel and Balthasar, you have entered the gates of the 'War Mask'."

"Luther and Alastor, you have mastered the skills I taught you. Come to my office in ten minutes; I have new techniques to teach you."

Zahariel and Balthasar looked on with envy at Luther and Alastor, and decided to work even harder to master the "War Mask."

Nimrod casually tossed the Spear of Dionysus onto the training deck before returning to his office.

On a whim, he arrived in the "Nation of Disorder".

Upon entering, he immediately felt the Seventh Layer Space of the "Nation of Disorder" open as expected.

He didn't explore further, but went straight to the First Layer Space.

The consciousness of the Primarch spread outwards, engulfing the entire world.

The Second Layer Space is already a self-sustaining, complete world, a world constructed by Spirituality.

Hive Giant Rat, as tall as a person, scurried through the filthy sewers, the sides of which were lined with blood-stained Spine Crystal.

Prism Magic Worm crawled around Oveja's eyes, and Chem-Dog emerged from Vostonia's potion.

Rapeseed flowers sway in the wind in the farmland, while Ginkgo Leaf rustle in the mountains.

After a long period of construction, the Second Layer Space is now capable of allowing most of the Low Sequence potion ingredients from various Pathway to reproduce here.

With a thought, Nimrod went to the side of a Hive Giant Rat and grabbed its neck.

A moment later, he brought the "Lawyer" and "Secrets Suppliant" potions to the Space Ape.

Although Luther was eager for power and "Warrior" would be the quickest way to satisfy his needs, Nimrod chose the "Lawyer" Pathway for him, taking into account his ambition.

Once he advances to High Sequence and gains influence over this Pathway, he can ensure Luther's loyalty.

Nimrod also believed that during the time he spent serving by his side, he would be able to digest the information and, after being promoted to "Barbarian," his demands would naturally be met.

Considering the Raven's fighting style, he was chosen as the "Shadow Ascetic," corresponding to the "Secrets Suppliant" who will possess the ability to Hide in Shadows in the future.

After obtaining the two vials of potion, Nimrod returned to the real world.

A moment later, Luther and Alastor, filled with excitement and anticipation, entered the Primarch's office.

Nimrod walked up to the two of them, spread his hands, and revealed the medicine in his palms.

"Drink them."

Luther and Alastor looked curiously at the two vials of potion, one jet black and the other dark red. Seeing that Lord Nimrod showed no intention of explaining, they picked up the potions and drank them down in one gulp.

Countless pieces of information flooded into Luther's mind, with numerous legal texts such as the "Iron Law of the Monarch" jumping through his brain.

Alastor looked at Lord Nimrod with awe, feeling that the Monarch before him was bound by the laws of reality, and that he was far more imposing than the Gloriana-class Battleship he was on.

Nimrod conveyed to them the common knowledge they needed to know through Telepathy.

Two minutes later Luther was the first to withdraw his overflowing power. He performed a knightly salute and swore an oath to his lord.

"Thank you the Monarch, for this favor! I will become your loyal knight and carry out all your commands!"

Then it was Alastor's turn; he knelt down.

"Thank you for this gift, my lord! I will carry out your will; whatever you command, I will obey!"

Nimrod in satisfaction, "I accept your allegiance!"

After the two left, a thought struck him, and he returned to the "Nation of Disorder".