Urian: Lion King Father, you will find that I am for Ning

Recording secrets that adults keep?

Nimrod's expression was grim. He was awakening memories of fear, memories of worry about being erased in the cultivation chamber.

The Tear of Silence was stronger than I had imagined; it was almost breaking free of its restraints.

His human ancestors, whose technology was inferior to that of the Necrons in their hyperdimensional labyrinth.

The cage has developed cracks.

Nimrod traversed between reality and the Warp hundreds of times, but still couldn't find a solution.

"Psionic Energy!" Tear of Silence's tone was angry yet mocking, and tinged with an eerie Silence.

Even in our weakened state, you cannot resist us.

"The power of the Warp is utterly incomparable to the control over the physical realm. We are the true gods, the living embodiment of this universe."

Rustling...

The sound of fine, continuous dripping water filled the air.

The immense power of physics collides with the Psionic Energy of the Primarch.

Nimrod suddenly felt his speed slow down; each round trip jump took ten times longer than before, and his position was no longer precise or controllable.

It appeared suddenly in front of the silver-white body, and then suddenly behind him.

The Primarch's eyes shimmered with light and shadow, as a surge of immense Warp energy rushed in and surrounded him.

He returned once again to the sealed land in the real world, gazing at the Tear of Silence.

Since we cannot find a solution within ourselves, we will start with the Tear of Silence.

Nimrod's eyes suddenly narrowed. He keenly realized that what bound the Tear of Silence was not the supernatural labyrinth of the Necrons.

He was not surrounded by a stone coffin cage, but by a triangle composed of countless Triangular Night-Veil Stones.

Tear of Silence... Escape... Attack... Gate of Bliss...

Sealed by humans... not... Necrons...

As he pondered, he leaped into Warp, where his thoughts immediately became clearer.

A flash of inspiration struck Nimrod, and he had already come up with a solution.

[Triangular Night-Veil Stone, a complex pattern composed of triangles, restraint.]

I only need a moment.

"Nation of Disorder," reinforce it!

As Nimrod thought of this, his body suddenly returned to the real world.

"We are Tear of Silence Kalugula, you must submit!"

You must serve!

The sound of Tear of Silence was like a torrential downpour, an irresistible sound crashing down on Nimrod.

The Mind Gate, like a rotten gate, swayed violently in the downpour.

Nimrod raised his Power Fist, infusing them with all his Spirituality.

He shouted in Dunnish as Sequence 1 "The Hand of Order".

"I!"

As his voice rang out, golden light shone, the torrential rain Mind Gate vanished, and his thoughts instantly became clear and smooth.

"Establish order!"

"Tear of Silence Kalugula, I pronounce your judgment! You shall be bound!"

As the Spirituality was drained from the boxing gloves, the gloves shone with a dazzling light.

The pervasive green mist was instantly swept away, and golden light enveloped the silver-white body, suppressing the star-like golden light back into its body.

"How... could... you... be... like this...?"

A burst of light flashed, and Tear of Silence cried out in disbelief.

He saw the figure in black armor and golden wings fly up to him.

As the black mist rose, the Tear of Silence felt a powerful force being exerted upon him.

Even when he was whole, he was like a lake confronting the ocean when faced with this sudden and immense power.

"What..."

The Tear of Silence were swallowed by the black mist and disappeared into the passage.

The Tear of Silence weaved through the endless black mist, as if experiencing a long dream. He couldn't help but suspect that this was Lie concocted by Deceiver.

The Crimson Chain wrapped around Nimrod's right little finger shone brightly, rapidly replenishing his depleted Spirituality, and the throbbing pain in his temples gradually subsided.

The "Baron of Corruption" regained most of his Spirituality and surged forth once more.

Under his manipulation, the threads of the Seventh Layer Space rapidly combined to form triangle after triangle, recreating the complex cage that the ancestors used to bind the Tear of Silence, trapping the Tear of Silence from all angles.

The Tear of Silence, after an unknown amount of time, suddenly felt the golden light dissipate.

He surveyed the boundless black mist around him and tentatively released his power.

Golden light emanated from his body, "Release me!"

The "Baron of Corruption" gazed at the triangular cage structure and noticed the "rope" made of Rule Line trembling slightly.

It can bind the Tear of Silence, but it requires constant Spirituality repair of the cage constructed by the "rope".

Although the ordeal was perilous, at least the objective was achieved.

"Yes, they should be awake by now."

With a thought, Nimrod returned to the real world.

Glenn Worsotto opened his eyes and looked around in confusion.

His mind remained frozen on the moment when countless triangles exploded, after which he completely lost consciousness.

He was not dreaming, nor had he lost the consciousness that Astartes had given him, as if he had fallen into an empty space, becoming a Silence void.

"You're awake." The voice came from the Primarch's Attendants.

Worsotto sprang to his feet and asked Arsena Dunn in bewilderment.

Where is Lord Nimrod?

"My lord, the matter that caused you to fall into a coma... that being..." Arsena hesitated for a moment before continuing, "... was already dealt with."

"Existence..." Worsotto repeated softly, recalling everything that had happened since he stepped into the passage.

That... being was able to render me unconscious without any resistance.

Lord Nimrod, you actually managed to defeat him!

As Worsotto pondered, he saw Lord Nimrod approaching with Zo Sahar and others.

He noticed that Lord Nimrod's armor was completely undamaged.

His face shone brightly in the dim light.

With steady, mountain-like steps, they ascended step by step.

A thought suddenly occurred to Worsotto.

Even a father might not be able to cope with this situation.

At least not as composed as Lord Nimrod, as if he had done something insignificant.

Nimrod keenly noticed the gaze that Worsotto was casting at him.

[Hmm... Guilliman's brat had a Silence dream, and I "Corrosion" him.]

Nimrod led his team, continuing to climb the ranks.

Ulian Bendregg, feeling lost after giving up on proving himself to his father and betrayed by keeping the secret, has been suffering psychological torment. Now, upon waking up, he feels an unprecedented sense of relief.

He followed Lord Nimrod with light steps, and then saw Lucius running down in a hurry.

Lucius watched as Lord Nimrod ascended the steps, and angrily clenched his fist.

When Balthasar Kuturi awoke, he was still pale and his thoughts were sluggish from touching an unknown and powerful being.

The Stormbird took to the air, and Nimrod gave instructions to Arsena.

"Prepare to set sail for Carium Gate."

"Leave three small squads to garrison the area, immigrants from Necromunda."

"Mining the local ore, hunting leopards that change color, digging up trees in the Gray Fog."

"As you wish," the silver-haired Primarch's Attendants replied.

At the same moment that the Shadow of the Throne departed the Piraeus orbit, the Primarch's Palace...

Nimrod opened his palm and pushed the golden potion in front of Glenn.

"Drink it."

Nimrod considered that Glenn was influenced by the "Ultramarines" culture, which reflected characteristics of order such as planning and preparation.

Although it did not meet Guilliman's requirements and was influenced by Terra's culture, it generally aligned with the "Justiciar" Pathway.

Seeing that Lord Nimrod had no intention of explaining, Glenn picked up the golden potion directly.

Five minutes later, the newly appointed Arbiter knelt down.

"Thank you for this gift, sir. I will certainly make good use of the abilities you have bestowed upon me."

In the Carium Gate region, Ulian Bendregg stood in the shadows of the panoramic window, gazing into the void.

The blue Ultramarines fleet was orderly and disciplined.

The newly unveiled "Alpha" Legion warships, intertwined with azure and emerald green, feature the letters Alpha and Omega linked by iron chains, their shapes constantly shifting and changing.

Ulian's gaze finally landed on the familiar black terracotta armor, and he thought to himself with a complicated expression.

[Lion Father, will you discover the secret I've been keeping for Lord Nimrod?]

He saw the terracotta-colored Stormbird fly out of the Indomitable Truth, getting closer and closer, its face growing darker and darker.

[Even if Father hadn't noticed during this brief stop on the Shadow of the Throne at the war council that Luther's knights numbered over two thousand, it would have been difficult to escape Father's notice during the subsequent decisive battle at Thramas.]

Ulian sighed; he knew Luther and Zahariel wouldn't give up this opportunity to win knightly glory.

Hundreds of knights gave their lives for the great battle.

It's not fair to Luther to miss the big battle.

But Father might not think that way.