Lorgar, your cub helped my offspring get a spaceship.

It's not that I'm awesome, it's that you're awesome.

Bastion Fortress.

Ulian Bendregg raised his hand and sprinkled the green bottle on his nose.

As the medicine disappeared, he suddenly felt his sluggish thoughts become clear.

He hung the bottle up and strode toward the Brain-Eaters was sixty meters away.

Ulian darted to the right and rolled to the left, deftly dodging the Fireball.

He rushed to the fifth Brain-Eaters he had encountered in sixteen days, and was still in perfect condition.

Swords clashed, Mars flew.

Ulian swiftly sidestepped the Fireball hurled from the bent arm, simultaneously aiming for the Xenos's thigh.

As the sword spun, a scene from the battle two months ago on the Xenos's Artificial War Satellite flashed through his mind.

At that time, he was suffering from severe poisoning, his thinking was sluggish, his movements were slow, and his strength and speed had decreased.

He gave it his all, but could only manage a pyrrhic victory.

Since receiving the green potion from Lord Nimrod, he has been in perfect condition in every battle.

The Brain-Eaters that once gave him a hard time can now be defeated with ease.

It is said that it was studied by one of Lord Nimrod's attendants.

The lord's forces are truly overflowing with talent.

As Ulian pondered, his longsword continued its relentless barrage, unleashing a series of precise strikes against the Xenos.

With a loud bang, the blade tore through the individual's energy shield.

As Bendregg killed the Brain-Eaters, Zadkiel on the Shadow of the Throne headed towards the Primarch's office.

A smile graced his face as he greeted every Shadow of Order, Dark Angels, Ultramarines, and Emperor's Children he encountered, enjoying the praise that followed.

In just six standard months, he went from being an unknown figure to a universally praised commander of the Void Warfare against the Bastion Fortress.

When his father sent him, he never expected to gain such great prestige.

As he approached the Primarch's office, he was still somewhat reluctant to leave, and he even wanted to walk through it again.

Zadkiel did not do so, knowing that the prestige and honor he gained came from Lord Nimrod.

He will not be late when summoned by Lord Nimrod.

As he entered the Primarch's grand office, he saw Nimrod push a bottle of potion in front of him.

"Drink it."

Zadkiel picked up the black potion, seeing that Lord Nimrod showed no intention of explaining.

Thinking of the opportunity and trust that Lord Nimrod had given him, he no longer hesitated and drank it down.

With his back to the Throne, Nimrod naturally chose a "Lawyer" for the ambitious Zadkiel, someone from whom he could exert influence in the future.

On a whim, he used Telepathy to teach Zadkiel the common sense he needed.

After Zadkiel withdrew the potion's power, he looked at Lord Nimrod with awe.

He gained unique abilities simply by drinking a potion.

Without undergoing years of transformation, they could have died at any moment.

Zadkiel knelt down and paid homage to the true Lord.

I will serve you as my Lord!

"The Scions of the Quill was once limited to a name; we were merely a product of an idea born in the Colchis Apothecary."

"It wasn't until we met you that we were truly written down; we were born from the truth you bestowed upon us."

Nimrod did not get up; he released his restrained aura.

Zadkiel trembled, the authoritative voice echoing in his mind.

"I accept your loyalty."

Nimrod suppressed his imposing aura and gave the order.

"The war to Bastion Fortress is over. I have a task for you."

Zadkiel wiped the cold sweat from his brow. "Please give your orders, my lord."

"You shall immediately lead the fleet back to Carium Gate."

Nimrod calculated the journey; after Zadkiel returned to Carium Gate, it would be around November in Terra-hour, at which time the Dice of Prophecy would be fully charged.

"After meeting up with Wilshire, assist him in seizing a spaceship."

A slight smile played on his lips as he thought with interest.

The Song of Slaughter spaceship was originally intended for Lion Vic, the legendary champion of the Word Bearers.

Zadkiel was involved in seizing the Song of Slaughter ship; even if he didn't possess it, it was roughly equivalent to the Word Bearers getting it.

Lorgar, your son helped my offspring obtain the spaceship; it's not like I'm being arrogant.

Nimrod sent Zadkiel not only so that the "Word Bearers" could obtain it, but also because the Song of Slaughter was an intelligent spaceship with its own consciousness.

It flies there on its own, circling the chosen planet.

Zadkiel is an excellent ship commander who can be effective in intercepting Song of Slaughter.

"My lord, I will obey your will."

Zadkiel obediently accepted the order. Although he was somewhat unwilling to help others seize the spaceship, Lord Nimrod's will was paramount.

I have only recently pledged allegiance to my lord and need time to prove my loyalty and worth.

At least my Lord gave me room to maneuver, instead of endlessly spreading the faith in the Emperor like my Father did.

Lord Nimrod treats his sons and Luther very well; as long as I prove myself, I will surely be rewarded in the future.

As Zadkiel stood up, he heard Lord Nimrod say something else.

"When you return, I will grant you new power."

Zadkiel's preaching and eloquence were exceptional, which allowed him to rise through the ranks of the "Word Bearers," Nimrod believed he would be able to digest the "Lawyer" role within a year.

Zadkiel's gray eyes lit up. "My lord, I will certainly assist Wilshire in obtaining the spaceship."

Zadkiel walked out of the Primarch's office and brushed past Arsena Dunn, who was walking towards him. The two nodded to each other in greeting.

The Primarch's Attendants walked to the eleven-meter-long table and spoke.

"My lord, the Eighth Legion's special task force will arrive in three days."

"Who is the commander?" Nimrod asked with great interest.

"Zo Sahar."

Nimrod nodded, his Superhuman Brain rapidly processing information about the future Claw Master.

This Terran-born commander's rise to the Night Bat Council, a high-ranking organization within the "Night Lords" whose bloodline is considered noble by only those of the Nostramo descent, speaks volumes about his exceptional abilities.

Nimrod knew that when Curze took over the Legion in the future, he would often send Terran-born to the deadliest battlefields.

During his Great Birthday Celebration, Zo Sahar firmly believed in the Warmaster's theory that the Old Man in Yellow's withdrawal from the "Great Crusade" was a betrayal of the Legiones Astartes in order to become a god.

After the Great Birthday Celebration, due to the disappearance of First Company Captain Sevatar in battle, he was promoted to First Company Captain and given the heavy responsibility of commanding the elite veterans of the legion. However, many members of the company were dissatisfied with the Terran-born leadership.

After Curze's death, Zo Sahar firmly believed that he had been chosen as the successor and reclaimed the Crown of Night from the Callidus Assassin.

Subsequently, he left alone because he disagreed with the ambitions of many people in the company.

The Aeldari attacked him, attempting to seize the Crown of Night, and he was trapped in Warp Storm during the battle.

After ten thousand years, he awoke and fell into the Hive World of Equix.

He discovered that the Night Lords had strayed from Curze's admonition that "fear is merely a means," and after his attempt to reunite the young, uncorrupted Legion members failed, he was seen as a "traitor" and ultimately left in disgrace.

Nimrod thought to himself as he examined Zo Sahar's experiences.

[Zo Sahar was fairly loyal to Curze, but not as loyal as Balthasar Kuturi, Ulian Bendregg, and Glenn Worsotto.]

Ulian and Glenn are not far from being completely "Corrosion" by me, there are signs of this in Balthasar, and Zo Sahar is quite likely as well.

Two days later, as Zadkiel led his fleet away, Zo Sahar, wearing Mark III Iron Pattern Power Armour with the Sons of the Scarlet's symbol painted on his shoulder, entered the Primarch's office.

"Lord Nimrod, I am acting on the Emperor's orders and await your command."

Nimrod looked at Zo Sahar, who had taken off his helmet, revealing his pale skin.

He knew that the Sons of the Scarlet came from Terra's prisons, the offspring of Prisoner grew up in darkness and death.

Most of them were cruel and tyrannical, but Zo Sahar was one of the few who remained calm and self-controlled.

"Zo Sahar, welcome."

"I will lead you to glory; Arsena has prepared a cabin for you."

Zo Sahar's eyes lit up; everyone in Terra knew the name of Lord Nimrod.

Even in the darkest prison, stories circulated about Lord Nimrod slaying the Orks and killing the Mitu.

Zo Sahar even fantasized about becoming Shadow of Order and fighting alongside Lord Nimrod, but he never had the chance because of his birth.

"My pleasure."