Guilliman, Prepare a Stretcher

Team...

In the Fourth Layer Space the "Nation of Disorder," Nimrod listened to Wilshire's report and thought to himself.

[Unexpectedly, the AI of the Song of Slaughter is quite... human; it actually likes to listen to music.]

Yes, Wilshire's approach was very effective; he capitalized on his interests.

Once the "contract" is signed, he cannot break it.

The "contract" established by the "Notary" is inviolable by Sequence 5, and even if Sequence 4 demigod tries to forcibly breach the contract, he will have to pay a considerable price.

While the AI of Song of Slaughter is intelligent, it clearly cannot exceed the Sequence 5 level and is bound by the "contract".

With a thought, Nimrod returned to the real world.

The Communication Bead in my ear buzzed, and then the call connected to Arsena Dunn's voice.

"My Lord, we have arrived at Terra's orbit, Sigillite has prepared a welcoming ceremony for you and Lord Omega."

The black Aquila Shuttle slowly landed on the tarmac at Lion's Gate Spaceport.

The Servo-skull, adorned with colorful ribbons, emitted a synthesized sound from Sonic Array.

"Lord Nimrod, the Primarch of the 'Shadow of Order,' The Monarch of Vostonia... the Ruler of the Triken System..."

"Welcome, Lord Nimrod, son of the Emperor, the Primarch of the Eleventh Legion, to your side."

"Praise be to Lord Nimrod, who saved his brother Omega from the clutches of the evil Xenos."

"..."

The voices praising Omega also rang out.

"Welcome, Lord Omega, son of the Emperor."

"The Primarch of the XX Legion, he is the seventeenth returning the Emperor heir."

Upon hearing this, Nimrod glanced almost imperceptibly at Alpharius, who was holding the Pale Spear, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

Alpharius, the first Primarch to be recovered, unknown to the public.

Omega, however, is no longer the Primarch that was last discovered publicly.

The XX Legion, which only made its first public appearance during the "Third Rangdan Xenocide," was thus prematurely exposed to the public eye.

Nimrod recalled that Alpharius sought out Lion, who was commanding the war against Rangdan, in order to retrieve Omega and acknowledge Lion's views on the secrets.

Prior to this, the Alpha operated within the Imperium's secret front, using the names of other legions' Astartes.

Nimrod then thought of Horus Lupercal, the son of the publicly acknowledged first ruler.

Horus, I've at least saved you some face.

Omega appears to you under the name Alpharius, but you are completely unaware of this and believe that you have found Omega yourself.

Little did they know that Alpharius had found his brother over a hundred years ago.

As Nimrod pondered, his gaze naturally fell upon the "ordinary" Astartes in the crowd.

He keenly sensed Alpharius's hidden excitement.

He was thrilled to be reunited with his twin brother, but he had to hide his emotions.

[Now, Omega is Omega, Alpharius is Alpharius.]

Omega's gaze met Alpharius's in the crowd, and in that instant, they both knew that the other was their missing half.

Omega's body was throbbing, but he struggled to suppress the urge to approach his twin brother.

In a glance, he understood his twin brother's intention to conceal his identity.

Omega was excited, but also uncomfortable; his instinct to hide made him unaccustomed to being exposed to so many eyes.

Malcador, holding the Aquila Staff, walked up to Nimrod and Omega.

He reassured Omega, who felt uncomfortable being exposed to the public eye.

"Omega, welcome back to the Imperium."

"Your father will be happy to see you return."

"I hope to see him as soon as possible." As Omega spoke, his gaze swept over his twin brother.

"You will," Malcador said. "I've even prepared a celebration for you."

He then turned to Nimrod.

"I want to greet you, Nimrod."

"You rescued Omega from the Xenos, preventing him from suffering further torment."

As he boarded the car specially prepared for him, Omega, already accustomed to the welcoming crowds of Imperium citizens lining the streets, waved to them, eliciting deafening cheers.

The vehicle slowly started moving, with colorful ribbons fluttering in the wind.

The people of the Imperium offered a cheer for Nimrod that was no less enthusiastic than the one for returning to the Primarch.

"The Conqueror of the Xenos, the evil Xenos will ultimately be Purification by Lord Nimrod."

"The eternal victor of humanity's enemies, Nimrod, will surely win the war."

"..."

After a long journey, the vehicles stopped in front of the ceremonial hall.

Malcador walked over to Nimrod and Omega and whispered something.

"Nimrod, preparations are complete. The War Council will convene tomorrow."

Nimrod entered the hall and immediately felt the burning gazes of the Imperium nobles.

The Navigator Houses, such as Visher and Othello, acquired immense wealth and prestige through their cooperation with Lord Nimrod, making them the envy of many nobles.

The existence of the Shadow of Order allows the Navigator Houses to respond more effectively in many aspects, including crisis management.

The House Drake's position in the Solar Auxilia has become increasingly solidified, with Barton commanding over ten million Auxilia.

The Imperium chefs meticulously prepared a variety of delicious dishes, which were served one after another.

Nimrod savored a specialty fruit from the Agri World, its flesh hollowed out by the Imperial Palace chefs, leaving only the hard outer shell.

They stuff it with minced beef and fish, season it with sea salt and several spices, and then roast it repeatedly over a fire.

Nimrod put a piece of meat into his mouth, and the delicious, fragrant meat blended perfectly with the sweet and sour taste of the fruit.

He picked up a glass of wine, swirled it slightly, and looked at Alpharius, who was standing around the guards.

His gaze would occasionally meet Omega's, then immediately look away.

After the banquet ended, Nimrod noticed that Omega, the star of the banquet, had disappeared from everyone's sight.

Alpharius and Omega must have already found a secluded corner and are eagerly starting to communicate.

No one knows the Imperial Palace better Alpharius.

After discovering the loopholes in the Imperial Palace's defenses, he infiltrated the Adeptus Custodes' defenses. It was only after killing Adeptus Custodes Imperial Guards and finding the Spear easy to use that he developed a liking Spear this weapon.

The following day, Nimrod stepped into the Golden Imperial Palace for the first time in person.

As soon as he entered the hall, he saw Horus enthusiastically introducing Omega to the expressionless Perturabo.

"Nimrod," Russ's annoying voice rang out, "Are those wizard brats failing them and need to call for help?"

Nimrod sat down without even glancing at him.

"Do I need to remind you? Your Wolf Lord's achievements are far inferior to my Reaper Lord's."

Russ snorted. "Fenris once said, 'The hunter who survives to the end is the Winner.'"

"I also have something to tell you: enjoy your last moments wearing your cloak."

"I will never lose!" Russ's Psionic Energy projection stared fiercely at Nimrod.

Nimrod ignored him. He noticed that the Mars Fabricator-General, after entering the palace, had his gaze linger on him for a second behind the mask.

A golden light shone as the Emperor arrived at the venue with Constantin Valdor.

Constantin, seeing Omega's face, which was exactly the same as Alpharius's, couldn't help but recall that scene from many years ago.

For the first time, someone broke through the Adeptus Custodes's defenses and entered his master's landing area.

The first failure left an indelible mark on his mind, signifying a breach in his defenses and the possibility that someone might threaten his master.

"Welcome to Omega! I hear you're adapting very well."

Nimrod understood the meaning behind the Old Man in Yellow's words: Omega might be the only Primarch who did not need to be taught by others, and his twin brother Alpharius had taken on this responsibility.

"Father." Omega rose and bowed solemnly once more.

The Emperor smiled and nodded, gesturing for Omega to sit down, before looking at Nimrod.

"Nimrod, you proposed convening a war council to launch a decisive battle against the Xenos."

I'd like to hear your plan.

"Thramas is the headquarters of the Xenos invasion Imperium," Nimrod replied, already prepared, knowing that the Old Man in Yellow hoped to end the war as soon as possible.

"Winning the final battle will annihilate the main force of the Xenos, leaving the remaining Xenos in other star systems barely clinging to life."

"If the main force of the Xenos is not defeated, the Imperium's territory will continue to be attacked, and the number of humans enslaved will continue to increase."

The Emperor's eyes Auramite. "What do you need?"

"Over 150,000 Astartes, with two Primarch assisting."

The Astartes originally had over 300,000 troops participating in the Battle of the Thramas, but now, having launched the battle nearly a decade earlier, they need more support to avoid significant losses to the Shadow of Order.

At least 150,000 troops from other legions should be mobilized.

As soon as Nimrod finished speaking, Omega couldn't wait to speak up.

"Father, I am willing to assist Nimrod."

He spoke with Alpharius and they reached a consensus that Nimrod was the best candidate for the position of Warmaster.

This war presents them with a good opportunity to express their gratitude and support.

"Very well," The Emperor nodded in agreement, his gaze sweeping over the Primarch. He saw Russ's undisguised longing, the gleam hidden beneath Mortarion's mask, and Dorn's calm yet resolute face before finally speaking.

"Lion, Robert, assist Nimrod in defeating the Thramas' Xenos."

"My lord, I will obey your will."

Nimrod looked at Lion, [As expected, Lion, as the original protagonist of the Rangdan Xenocides, you won't be absent.]

"As you wish," Guilliman greeted Nimrod, confident of victory, having fought alongside his key brother in the Dreadnoughts.

Nimrod smiled in response, but he knew that Thramas' Slaugth was even more powerful than Bal Savor's, and Guilliman was clearly no match for him.

[Guilliman, get the stretcher team ready...]

Hmm... the Honor Guard?

Nimrod thought for a moment, "At least the war plan will be more complete."

Furthermore, there were four Primarch participating in the final battle at Thramas, well, maybe five.

This depends on whether Alpharius and Omega are considered as a single entity or two separate entities.

One Psionic Energy projection after another left, Nimrod noticed that only Ferrus Manus remained.

A voice as heavy as lead rang out, "Nimrod, I have something to say to you."

Omega glanced at Ferrus and the Mars Fabricator-General, then left with Malcador to attend the welcoming celebration prepared for him.

The Mars Fabricator-General rose, his Mechadendrite swaying as he walked toward Nimrod.