Your guards can rival Primarchs, I'd like to know

How strong are you?

Perturabo's icy blue eyes were fixed on the circular platform, while the Iron Warriors beside him fell in the Necrosis Beam.

But that didn't matter to him; his gaze was fixed on his target: thirty constructs carrying gray cabinets toward the Obsidian- like circular spaceship.

Perturabo's mind was filled with a myriad of data: constructs exceeding normal limits, transferred items, two Slaugth of similar height to him, and a gigantic Slaugth even taller than Nimrod...

Everything was disassembled and reduced to its most primitive form.

Everything is reduced to numbers, with no ambiguous variables.

Integers danced in his mind: victory was 1, defeat was 0.

War is an equation: as long as the total sum is greater than zero, the price paid is worthwhile.

Any number higher than that signifies victory, and he will fight to the death to win.

Perturabo concluded that the giant Slaugth was going to escape, and that he was 1.

He escaped, the result is greater than 0; he was killed, the result is equal to 1.

Once Perturabo reached his conclusion, he immediately set off.

The enormous broadsword swung in his hand, and the constructs were mercilessly swept away by the straightforward and cruel blade.

A disgusting beam of light shot from the metal tendrils that sprang out from both sides of the Harvester Construct, striking the Locke- style breastplate.

The armor plates were forged in the furnace of Rat Siakor and then handcrafted by Tarawa artisans, incorporating Naroda techniques to create its initial form.

It was ultimately shaped by Perturabo himself, who unearthed warlord technology from the "Unification Wars" era on Terra, acquired Kingdom of the Dragon technology on Dawn Star, and finally inscribed the Ur- Phoenician language of Olympia.

The armored giant rolled over like a boulder tumbling down a mountain, leaving behind the mangled limbs of the construct.

In the Empyrean beyond the Veil, Khorne, on his Brass Throne, watched with keen interest as Perturabo charged forward with valiant interest.

Amidst the decadent sounds of the Palace of Pleasure, Slaanesh listlessly shifted his gaze from the aesthetically unappealing straight line to the white figure that started more slowly but was faster.

Jaghatai, like a swooping Raptors, darted among the structures, gracefully skimming over its pale body.

His Scimitar moved with agility and speed, like a swift lightning bolt.

Each of his attacks was equally powerful, severing bone-bladed arms and splitting legs, causing constructs to suffer a significant drop in combat power or lose their balance.

Jaghatai was constantly moving, and it reached the circular platform faster than Perturabo.

The giant Slaugth raised his arm, and one of his two guards went to meet the white figure.

Jaghatai's cloak billowed as he launched the preemptive attack, his movements as swift as lightning.

Slaugth raised the Necrotic Staff, and emerald energy swept across it, turning dust into clouds that drifted across the sky.

A dull rumble echoed across the wide, circular platform, and Jaghatai's Scimitar flew out of his hand.

He swiftly tapped the ornate hilt of the knife with his index finger, causing the blade to spin and return to his control.

Jaghatai burst into laughter; the feeling of giving it his all was as exhilarating as galloping on horseback.

He lunged forward, twisting his body, and aimed the blade straight for Slaugth's abdomen.

Slaugth twisted his body and leaned backward.

The nimble blade followed its prey closely; the worm's arm twisted, and the Necrotic Staff blocked the swift blade just before the Shroud Cloak was touched.

As the Warhawk swooped down, the Lord of Iron also stepped onto the platform.

Another Slaugth guard raised the Necrotic Staff, its emerald light gleaming.

With a hissing sound, a scorch mark appeared on Perturabo's armor.

Perturabo raised the Plasma Gun he had created and pulled the trigger.

Slaugth slipped, but the Plasma Gun still left a hole as thick as the Primarch's thigh in his flashing body, and a large clump of charred maggots fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Slaugth flattened his body, then straightened up again in an instant. His damaged body reformed, and he spread out in front of the Primarch, swinging his staff at the Primarch's legs.

Perturabo swung his broadsword to meet the attack, and the impact shook his arm upon contact.

Perturabo gripped his broadsword tightly, his gauntlets smoking from the friction.

Khorne and Slaanesh in the Empyrean simultaneously shifted their gaze from the great battle they were watching to the figure in black armor and golden wings.

Nimrod spread his golden wings and pounced on the giant Slaugth.

He was the largest Slaugth of all he had ever seen.

Nimrod looked down at the battlefield and saw the two Slaugth fighting Perturabo and Jaghatai, and thought to himself.

[Your guards are comparable to the Primarch; I'd like to know just how strong you are.]

At the same time, a thought flashed through his mind: the cooperation between Lion El- El'Jonson and Leman Russ in the Third Rangdan Xenocide might not be limited to the battlefield, but also to the final duel.

In the original "Duran Battle," after the duel between the lion and the wolf, the "Dark Angels" and the "Space Wolves" would meet and engage in a cat-and-dog duel.

Only such a powerful enemy could bring two rival legions to fight side by side and two Primarch to cooperate fully.

As the "Baron of Corruption" pondered, he had already swiftly reached Slaugth, the blue and white blade clashing against the Necrotic Staff.

The deafening explosion drowned out everything.

The lash of the tendril-like blade overwhelmed the roar of the explosives, and even engulfed the battlefield of two Primarch.

King Slaugth sensed a power no less than his own; maggots extended from his head, and his Parasitic Eye stared in astonishment at the creature several sizes smaller than himself.

Since being promoted to "Baron of Corruption" and activating the hidden power within his body, Nimrod has encountered an enemy whose pure strength rivals his own for the first time.

With a flap of his golden wings, he soared into the air.

Nimrod was upside down, his golden wings spinning like a windmill.

In the blink of an eye, he had spun around hundreds of times.

The "Baron of Corruption" twisted his waist and back, his muscles bulged, and as he swung his arms, Necrodermis rapidly spread, enveloping his left arm.

The golden flames of the Burning One and the golden light of the Hand of Order shone together, illuminating the ground as if the sun were shining directly down.

Slaugth gripped the scepter tightly in both arms, his body swelling as he faced the golden storm.

Rumble!

The mountainside shook, and the platform trembled violently.

The last of the constructs carrying the gray crates stumbled and fell inside the Obsidian hull.

The Necrotic Staff flew out of his hand, and a roar of flames blasted away from Slaugth's maggot-like head.

Slaugth's Parasitic Eye swept around and found that the construct servants had completed their mission.

He decided not to get entangled with this powerful black-armored Warrior. He suddenly shrank back and sped towards the spaceship like a piece of paper.

[Huh? Trying to run away?]

Nimrod's golden wings flapped, catching up with the rapidly spreading shadow and swooping into the spaceship.

He raised his hand, holding the Sword of Vaul horizontally in front of his chest.

"Throw!"

The sword blade flew out and embedded itself in the necrotic cloak, while the hissing force field crushed the clump of worms.

The worms spread away like liquid, Nimrod took a green teardrop-shaped talisman from his waist with his right hand in mid-air, reciting it in Dunnish.

"Silence!"

The Empyrean.

Khorne's body slammed heavily onto the Brass Throne, then he immediately looked at Perturabo.

Slaanesh twisted his body, his gaze leaping toward another Twisted Magic Mirror.

Inside the Obsidian spaceship, Nimrod was astonished to see that the talisman created by the power of the Tear of Silence only made Slaugth freeze for a moment.

He held a talisman in each of his five fingers and flicked it out swiftly.

Amid a series of "Silence" shouts,

The "Baron of Corruption" unleashed his Spirituality power, sending fragments of the Shroud Cloak and charred maggots flying up, intertwining and swirling together to form a large net of intertwined gray-black threads.

In a moment of Silence, a large, dark gray net enveloped and covered the worm's body, which was clinging to the ground.

Sizzle sizzle...

Necrotic mucus spread, and the "rope" net ruptured.

The "Baron of Corruption" raised his arm and roared, "The Decree," Deprivation him of his life!

"Decrees," the word "Deprivation" Expansion and Contraction!

The spreading maggots suddenly paused, then abruptly rose into human form.

The "Baron of Corruption" infused all his Spirituality into the Hand of Order, and pushed his arm forward.

"Imprisonment!"

A thick, transparent liquid flowed and wrapped around Slaugth's body in layers.

The Crimson Chain on Nimrod's right little finger swirled, the stinging pain in his temple vanished rapidly, and he stared at the enormous Slaugth within the amber.

[It's really powerful. I not only used the Tear of Silence spell, but also the power of the Burning One.]

Without a doubt, I will use you as material for my promotion to "Mentor of Disorder".

Nimrod surveyed the spaceship, thinking to himself.

He must have realized the defeat was inevitable and was preparing to retreat, otherwise I wouldn't have won so easily.

Perhaps, with those two guards stopping him, he might have escaped from Lion and Russ.

Nimrod recalled that the "Rangdan Xenocide" did not completely wipe out the Rangdan.

Although there have been no further records of Brain-Eaters and Bone-Eaters.

However, other races, including the Slaugth, still have remnants outside the Imperium's sight, but they are small in scale and cannot cause much trouble.

The Calixis Sector, a place teeming with extraordinary people and strange and monstrous beings, has been a place where Slaugth has been accumulating power and creating constructs for millennia.

However, even after the "Great Rift" unfolded, Slaugth still lacked sufficient strength to launch an offensive, and was far from being as powerful as he is now.

Compared to extinction-level threats like Tyrant Star, Slaugth is merely a problem that cannot be ignored.

[It's unclear whether he escaped and revived the Slaugth race, or whether a portion of them have already fled to Calixis.]

As Nimrod pondered, he picked up the Sword of Vaul and walked to a gray box.

The term "Baron of Corruption" Concept Substitution that transforms it into a Power Sword.

The sword slashed down, and a burst of blue light erupted.

[Hmm?] Nimrod was slightly startled, dismissing the "Concept Substitution," and waved gently.

As blue and white light shone down, a short, sharp explosion rang out.

Nimrod stared at the green stone, which, like jade, had strange, starlight-like eyes imprinted on it, giving it an unreal quality.

He immediately recognized it as the main ingredient for the Starlight Recording Stone "Scribe," a Sequence 6 follower of "Astrologer."

[Hmm, the Record Stone. Slaugth wants to take it away. Does it contain their knowledge?]

So, the original Lion and Russ must have let him escape; he fled for the sake of the inheritance of racial knowledge.

Calixis's group of Slaugth was smaller in number, but their technology had not declined.

Nimrod pondered for a moment, then turned and walked outside.

As soon as he stepped out of the Obsidian spaceship, he saw Perturabo, whose armor was dull but whose broadsword was mostly melted, and Chagatai, whose white armor was tattered but Scimitar Jaghatai was intact.

Almost simultaneously, they threw an Armor-Piercing Grenade into the severely wounded Slaugth.

With a deafening explosion, the worms scattered.

Perturabo glanced at Jaghatai with his icy blue eyes, then looked at Nimrod.

Where is Slaugth?

"I've solved it."

Perturabo remained silent, [at least not Jaghatai].

Nimrod, this is only right.

Yesugei walked to Jaghatai's side and looked at Nimrod in astonishment. That evil Xenos must have been the one that had been emitting evil intent earlier.

He was stronger than the one the Great Khan killed, which means...

Chogoris' war Warhawk is no match for the Monarch of Vostonia.

Jaghatai stared at Nimrod for a moment, then spoke decisively.

"I want to go back to Chogoris."

He disliked attending Terra's extravagant and hypocritical celebrations, and having summoned his offspring scattered Galaxy to proclaim the birth of a new legion in Chogoris, he had no intention of returning with Nimrod and the others.

Anakaris Spezia's massive body shifted slightly to make way for Jaghatai Khan and his entourage.

He looked down regretfully; his Strategist Array scanning module had only managed to input a portion of the data.

Nimrod walked up to Perturabo and spoke.

"This planet and the Ramillies-class Star Fortress are both yours."

Nimrod had planned this before the war; it was both a spoil of war and a gift for Perturabo, and a way to secure a place for him to retreat.

Nimrod doesn't know when he'll be able to gain the Primarch's absolute loyalty; perhaps Perturabo will still rebel.

Relationships do not completely determine one's stance, as is the case with Horus and Sanguinius, and Fulgrim and Manus.

Perturabo's relationship with the Old Man in Yellow, his views on Horus and the Old Man in Yellow, and even the rebellion in Olympia would all influence his decisions.

By the time Nimrod subdues him, he may have nowhere to go within the Imperium.

Nimrod will not allow him to go to the Eye of Terror, for the Legion is corrupted by Chaos.

Then we need to find him a place to settle down, Rangdan, the Homeworld outside of Astronomican, is a suitable place.

He had several other places like that in his mind.

Ramillies-class Star Fortress is a necessary investment.

Nimrod wasn't worried; if he didn't subdue Perturabo, Peturabo would use Ramillies-class Star Fortress against him.

Once deployed, Ramillies-class Star Fortress cannot be easily moved; traversing Warp is far too difficult for this behemoth.

Even in his fall, Perturabo did not trust the power of Chaos; he relied solely on himself.

He certainly has the ability, but it's impossible for him to complete it in a short time.

During the "Great Crusade," The Old Man in Yellow wouldn't give him time to do any construction.

His failure to undertake any construction projects was partly the reason for his downfall.

There wasn't enough time for Great Birthday Celebration.

After that, it became even less likely for him to rise to prominence in the Imperium.

The Ramillies-class Star Fortress has a service life of only about three thousand years, and after the Great Birthday Celebration, it is no longer a threat to be considered.

As for Rangdan, it does have certain strategic value; I recall that the "Dark Angels" established a base here.

However, its location outside the Astronomican makes maintenance costs too high.

He already has Steel-Break Fortress, Watch Fortress of Deathwatch, which has even greater strategic value.

Perturabo's icy blue eyes sparkled, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

The Xenos' Homeworld is a shining medal of honor.

The white warship "Star Hunters" departed first, while Perturabo left a large camp to be stationed in Rangdan.

The combined fleet returned to Terra to participate in the triumphant celebrations.