Perturabo: Nimrod, what you wanted has been made

Already

873. M30.

The main forces of "Shadow of Order," "Iron Warriors," and "Star Hunters," along with special forces of "Thousand Sons," "Ultramarines," "Emperor's Children," "Night Lords," "Word Bearers," and "War Hounds," gathered in the Carium Gate space.

The Shadow of the Throne, Primarch Office.

After listening to Arsena Dunn's report on the assembly of the other legions, Nimrod sighed inwardly.

[I "Corrosion"... well, all the special task forces I command will participate in this War of Glory.]

Only Luther and Zahariel were absent. Lion, why couldn't you have kept Glenn like Guilliman did?

As Nimrod sighed inwardly, the Primarch's Attendants continued his report.

"All Chapter have completed their missions, clearing the Xenos from the Imperium's territory."

"The Sixth, Eighth, Ninth, and Tenth Chapter have completed their assembly in accordance with Your command."

Nimrod anticipates facing three battles in the next eight years: the "Rangdan Xenocide," launching a war against the Hrud ahead of schedule, and participating in the "Liberation of Drune" in 881 to acquire Enslavers.

He will obtain all the potion ingredients for the "Mentor of Disorder".

Nimrod considered various factors and concluded that the three battles were of similar difficulty.

In order to avoid excessively depleting the strength of any one Chapter, he decided to deploy the various Chapter in rotation.

Nimrod also considered factors such as the 7th Legion's temporary garrison at Duran and the suitability of the "Dark" Pathway for dealing with the Hruds, and ultimately selected the Chapter for each battle.

"My lord, during the negotiations between the team and Mars regarding the captured Artificial War Satellite, the Fabricator-General made an interesting proposal."

"What?" Nimrod leaned back on the Throne, listening with great interest to the suggestions from the Tech-priest.

"Mars proposed that they send a team to the Bastion Fortress of the Fortress World to dismantle the fused Abominable Exemplar and the Artificial War Satellite."

"They will repair and upgrade the Gloriana-class Battleships and deliver them to you; it is expected to be at least an Emperor-class Battleship."

In return, they received the wreckage of Artificial War Satellite.

Nimrod originally intended to move the remains to Vostonia, Rian Ramirez was ordered to conduct related research, which is still ongoing.

Considering that five Artificial War Satellites were captured during the "Second Rangdan War," he said, "Trading with the Tech-priest is the option that maximizes their value."

I agree.

"I will reply to Mars regarding your decision," Arsena said.

"Lord Perturabo and Lord Jaghatai will arrive in fifteen standard hours."

Anakaris Scoria is waiting outside for Your summons.

Nimrod leaned back on the Throne. "Let him in."

Not long after the Primarch's Attendants left the office, a metal construct composed of countless machines was forced to shrink its metal body before it could barely walk in through the wide entrance.

The twelve servo arms behind him contracted like spiders, and his waist and legs disappeared, completing his divine mechanization.

Tens of thousands of complex parts replaced his body.

The only remaining physical remnant on his body was the arm that held the scepter.

Nimrod scrutinized Anakaris, and the "person" before him gradually overlapped with the image of Xana the Tyrant at the peak of his power, the Father of the Hell-Forge, from his memories of the Tech-priest.

"My lord," the metal body responded in a respectful, mechanical voice.

"The Fabricator-General has answered your call and dispatched the entire Mechanicum Custodians and the House Malinax to avenge the Xenos that have desecrated the sacred land of Xana."

"Because of you, I have been appointed commander."

Nimrod nodded. Without his support, Anakaris during the "Rangdan Xenocide" was just a young Tech-Priest leading a small contingent of the Macro-Clade Mechanicum Custodians on the front lines.

Now, he has become Sage 140 years ahead of schedule and is leading the entire Xana Expeditionary Force.

"Xana is your stage."

Nimrod said with a smile that Anakaris's Mechanicum Custodians was the main force in his mind, which was why he only mobilized four Chapter to participate in the battle.

He gave the stage to Anakaris, helping him gain immense prestige in Xana.

A light flickered across Anakaris's face.

"This will make me Great Sage and the master of a Forge Temple."

His massive, metallic body, even larger than Nimrod's, curved without a jarring mechanical sound; the holy oil smoothed out all its structures.

"I'm one step closer to becoming the Fabricator-General and taking control of Xana."

I will dedicate it to you.

Nimrod nodded slightly. "I have no doubt about it."

The "Baron of Corruption" activated his Spirit Sight, scrutinizing the "Archaeologist's " scepter, weapons, and machinery.

You have mastered the power I have given you.

"My Lord, you are wise," said the Archaeologist, "I have excavated fifty-one sites."

"I have restored the lost ancient weapon, the Wodiah Scepter."

"I also used other restored weapons to realize my idea of Calculus Logi."

Nimrod looked at the twelve servo arms behind Anakaris. The average Tech-priest only had one servo arm, while a few had several.

Anakaris, however, used his Calculus Logi to simultaneously command all twelve arms to fight in unison.

"In this process, I gained Revelation from the Reliquary Armor that you allowed me to study."

Nimrod gazed at the scepter, then gave Anakaris an approving look.

[That's right, Anakaris already possessed his signature weapon— the Wodiah Scepter.]

Now, he's just an ordinary Astartes... even if he encounters a small squad, he can blast them to smithereens with concentrated firepower.

Even a top-tier fighter like Akurduana has no chance of winning except through luck.

He thought of Akurduana, who had just been promoted to Sequence 7 "Weapon Master".

[Hmm... it's the old Akurduana.]

The outcome of their match is now unpredictable.

Anakaris's firepower is fierce, Akurduana's skills are unparalleled.

"Please wait outside for ten minutes before coming in."

"As you wish." Anakaris carefully withdrew from the Primarch's office, avoiding bumping the decorations with his mechanical body.

Nimrod then went to the "Nation of Disorder" and ordered the Space Apes to concoct the Sequence 7 "Appraiser" potion.

Instead of waiting in place, he moved on to the Third Layer Space and picked up the Dice of Prophecy.

Nimrod's mind flashed through Rangdan's information.

[In the northern part of the Galaxy, beyond the illumination of Astronomican.]

One of the stars in the Halo.

The Homeworld of the Rangdan Xenos.

...]

After Rangdan's information flashed through his mind, he silently recited it to himself.

[The star map leading from the Carium Gate to Rangdan.]

...]

After silently reciting it eleven times, he reached out and threw the Dice of Prophecy in his hand.

Nimrod the star map displayed by the triangular pyramid in the Data Crystal.

A moment later, he pushed the golden potion in front of Anakaris.

Anakaris stretched out his fleshy arm, picked up the potion, and poured it into his mouth.

As the liquid slid along the bio-flow tube, a massive amount of information instantly flooded into the data modules of the Calculus Logi.

Ten seconds later, the newly appointed "Appraiser," having received all the information, bowed deeply, his head hovering above the desk.

"My Lord, thank you for your blessings."

Fourteen standard ship hours later, Nimrod was in the War Council Palace when he received greetings from Glenn Worsotto and other commanders of the legion task forces, and invited them to take their seats.

Perturabo then walked toward Nimrod with his Trident. The asymmetrical architectural decorations that caught his icy blue eyes did not hinder his steps.

"Nimrod." Perturabo's expression was calm, but Frix and the other two knew that their father had longed for this reunion for a long time.

During the voyage, an officer made a mistake but was not even reprimanded.

"Perturabo," Nimrod said with a smile.

As the two were talking, a tall figure wearing a white fur-trimmed cloak entered the palace.

Jaghatai's slender body was as sharp as Raptors. He silently surveyed the haphazardly tilted building that defied the laws of mechanics.

He stared at the twelve metal poles hanging from the dome and the flags arranged asymmetrically, three on the left, four on the right, and five in the center.

Jaghatai's eyes revealed a hint of approval as he strode forward, with the Stormseer Togutai Yesugei beside him.

"Nimrod, I am ready for the hunt."

After greeting his allies, he looked at Perturabo, who had a full head of dreadlocks.

"Perturabo."

"Jaghatai," Perturabo said indifferently.

"Jaghatai, welcome."

After exchanging greetings, the three took their seats.

The Primarch's Attendants raised his Control Staff, projecting a green hologram above the palace.

A planet is magnified and highlighted.

"Our target is it, the Xenos Homeworld of Rangdan."

"I will devise a battle plan."

As soon as Perturabo finished speaking, Jaghatai's soft and indifferent voice rang out.

"I have my own way."

"You don't understand them." Perturabo's rock-like voice echoed within the palace.

Jaghatai shook his head and stared at Perturabo.

"My company fights the Xenos in Xana, my offspring hunt on the frontier, I know my prey."

"Perturabo, we should respect the customs of the Jaghatai."

"We'll tell him the battle plan, and he'll know how to coordinate with us."

After a moment of silence, Perturabo spoke, "Only a portion."

That's enough.

Under Nimrod's coordination, Perturabo and Jaghatai, whose customs differed and whose relationship was neither harmonious nor hostile, reached a limited consensus on cooperation.

Three days later, Jaghatai left first, and Perturabo came to Nimrod.

"Nimrod, the weapon you asked me to forge, I have completed it along with Zulin-4."

"It was loaded onto a transport ship and has already been delivered to your vessel."

"Only you could complete its manufacture in such a short time based solely on my description," Nimrod exclaimed in admiration.

Perturabo completed the manufacture of the weapons against Herud as planned, and he could then launch the war as scheduled.

Nimrod knew that Perturabo didn't dislike making weapons; he would make weapons to pass the time in his spare time, but he hated making weapons all the time.

"Is your grand theater finished?"

"I look forward to seeing your work and bringing it to life."

Perturabo's icy blue eyes shone brightly. "It's almost finished."

"I want to make it even more perfect."