Enslavers Mind Control Horus and Mortarion, but You

It can't restrain me

In the fifth month after Nimrod arrived in Drun, as the major Psionic Energy nodes were removed one by one, he was finally able to break through the barrier and reach the central node of the network.

He met up with Horus Lupercal and Mortarion Hive City at the central node.

"Nimrod," Horus said with a smile tinged with scrutiny. This was their first time seeing each other in person since Fenris had found Russ.

It has been a long time since he taught Nimrod in the Ape-Man System.

Nimrod's achievements in the Great Crusade, the scale of the "Shadow of Order," and his power burned within him like flames.

If "Shadow of Order" hadn't gone through a series of brutal battles and focused on governing his territory, he might have even abandoned lengthy diplomatic negotiations.

"Horus." Nimrod greeted Horus calmly with a smile.

Nimrod.

Nimrod keenly noticed that Mortarion was not as eager as he had been in Barbarus.

Although his tone wasn't as offensive as Russ's, it still conveyed a sense of distance.

"Mortarion," Nimrod said in his usual tone.

"Us"

After ascending to the Third Mindset, it spread to consciousness.

Mortarion gripped the Death's Scythe. "There's only one target. With a sweep of the scythe, he will judge the sorcerous Xenos."

He strode forward, a strong wind rushing past him.

Mortarion felt as if he had returned to that night when he ascended to the highest peak, beheaded the Overlord, and freed Barbarus.

Today, fate has once again entrusted him with a responsibility.

The same principle applies: slaying sorcerous monsters to liberate Drun.

"Beheading," Horus nodded in agreement.

"Of course," Nimrod, drawing Osiris Mind-Control Staff from behind his back.

Beneath his hood, Mortarion glanced grimly at the staff in Nimrod's hand, then took the first step, with the Death Guard silently following behind.

"Let's go, let's end this battle. Father hopes the Astronomican of human civilization will be liberated." Horus quickly overtook Mortarion was clad in heavy armor.

His father called his name first in the War Council; he was the one his father had high hopes for, and it was only right that he should be the one to carry out the final beheading.

His father would be pleased with his achievements.

Nimrod's gaze swept over Abaddon, Torgaddon, and other members of the Council of Four Kings, but his eyes did not linger long on Alkahas Phall and Balthasar Kuturi of the XIX Legion.

He easily caught up with the two Primarch who were moving at high speed, but did not overtake Horus, remaining one step behind him.

Immediately, a colossal object came into his view.

His figure obscured the entire brightly lit Hive City.

His body was covered with countless eyes.

His tentacles drooped down and wrapped around the twelve Spires.

A dazzling light erupted from Nimrod's spine, instantly elevating him to the Third Mindset the Thelema realm, as he marveled.

[With such immense size, it's no wonder it could bind the three Primarch: Horus, Mortarion, and Jaghatai.]

Nimrod knew that the Enslavers had no physical form in the Warp, were composed of pure spiritual energy, and fed on the will of the Psyker.

The physical form he solidifies upon entering the real world, including its size and the number of eyes, depends on his spiritual energy.

The leader of the Enslavers was clearly more terrifying than any Enslavers had appeared before.

A few seconds later, Horus and Mortarion saw the enormous object in the sky one after the other, and they both couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

Mortarion gripped his scythe tightly. They were all the same; they were just Psionic Energy monsters, monsters that would be slain along his path of destiny.

He strode forward, one step, two steps...

Mortarion felt as if a disgusting, slimy tentacle had wrapped around him.

His body grew heavier and heavier, and his eyelids closed involuntarily.

"Witchcraft... Xenos..."

Mortarion's throat felt as if it were being pulled by countless threads; every word he uttered was an ordeal.

Thick fog filled his vision, making him feel as if he were atop Mount Barbarus.

A pale body wandered in the mist, and Necare's mocking laughter rose up.

"Die..."

Mortarion swung his scythe, slashing at the pale phantom in the thick fog.

Nathaniel Garro watched as the Primarch swung his scythe slower and slower, even slower than a mortal.

When the sickle stopped, he stood frozen in place like a statue.

He sprinted forward, straining to see ahead, when an unbelievable and terrifying thought flashed through his mind.

[Father, the Primarch of the Death Guard, the resilient Mortarion, was killed by the Xenos...]

Horus sensed Mortarion stopping to his right rear.

He turned his head in astonishment, and immediately felt as if a rope was wrapped around his neck. His movement of turning his head was unusually slow.

Horus's pupils dilated as he saw Mortarion wielding a scythe.

When he turned back, he felt even more strained.

Horus felt as if he were sinking into slime, and every part of his body moved abnormally slowly.

"I..." A golden figure flashed through his mind, and he raised his right arm.

The tentacles shredded the golden figure.

"Father!" Ezekyle Abaddon and Torgaddon other members of the Council of Four Kings exclaimed in surprise.

The First Primarch, Horus Lupercal, the Primarch of the Luna Wolves Wolf-Herder God, stood frozen in place, utterly powerless.

Clouds obscured the pearly white waves, and the Luna Wolves ran wildly in the shadows in terror.

Nineteenth Legion Commander Alkahas, Ash Claws Company Commander Nerat Gearing, Strategist Balsa Kuturi, and Alastor Rorschach, known as the Raven, watched in astonishment as Mortarian and Horus froze in place like statues.

They quickly looked at the Black Emperor and then breathed a sigh of relief.

The Black Emperor surpasses the "statue" and continues forward.

Nimrod raised the Osiris Mind-Control Staff, [Enslavers enslave Horus and Mortarion, but you cannot bind me.]

The Primogen 'Primarch flickered with light and shadow.

Amidst the flashing light and shadow, tiny black spots appeared on the shimmering tentacles of the soul that attacked.

Boom!

The clash of minds stirred up towering waves in the Sea of Souls, causing the Sea of Souls to tremble.

Countless Warp creatures, yearning to enter Drun but blocked from the portals opened by the Enslavers, were torn to pieces.

In the Empyrean, within the crystal Spire of the Impossible Fortress, Tzeentch's gaze fell upon Drun.

He saw Horus and Mortarion standing there, and saw the storm of light and shadow collide with the tentacles of Psionic Energy.

He saw the predators fleeing rapidly, only to be swept away by Psychic Storm and torn to pieces.

The ever-changing face on His skin stopped, and two horizontally curved horns protruding from above His burning eyes, with spiral ends from which blue and pink flames surged respectively.

Amidst the crackling sounds, He spoke with a joyful tone, quite different from His usual mocking manner.

"Mind, will."

On His skin, countless faces repeated His words in subtle, different tones.

He saw countless Devil drawn by the storm.

As the Enslavers weakened, they roared and charged toward the gate.

The echoes reverberated within the crystal Spire, and He saw golden light gathering in Nimrod's throat.

He opened his mouth and roared as he spat out a Golden Gryphon.

Golden light engulfed the gate.

The deafening explosion echoed for a long time in the Empyrean.

Golden light tore apart the foolish and reckless Devil, while the Lucky Ones scattered in panic as the rain of light spread.

Tzeentch averted his gaze in disgust, then looked at the Red Giant with amusement.

After ending his Enslavers with the "Gryphon's Roar," Nimrod spread his wings and faced the falling, massive body.

At the same moment, in the Hive City, hundreds of enslaved Psyker, who were part of the node's structure, suddenly collapsed.

Horus raised his right arm, and a glimmer of gold shone into his eyes.

[Father...] The thought had barely formed in his mind when he saw the black armor.

Horus suddenly realized that he did not recall his father, but the spiritual power he gained from the golden light in his memory allowed him to break free from the Xenos's mental constraints.

Nimrod kills the Xenos.

Horus silently tucked his gun back into his belt, forced a smile, and addressed his sons.

"I'm fine."

Mortarion awoke from a nightmare, drenched in cold sweat.

He gripped the sickle in a daze, and only when he saw Kalas Typhon did he realize that everything that had just happened was a dream.

Necare did not enslave him; he freed Barbarus.

Mortarion looked toward the direction of the Psionic Energy monster and then saw Nimrod catch the falling Xenos corpse.

He turned away silently, his hood stuck to his head, covering his pale forehead.

"Leave, Drun does not belong to us."

Nimrod, holding the Enslavers, thought with delight.

[The potion ingredients are all gathered; we can hold the advancement ceremony now.]