Enslavers Mind Control Horus and Mortarion, but You

Cannot Bind Me

In the fifth month after Nimrod arrived on Drun, as the major Psyker nodes were pulled out one after another, he finally broke through the barrier and reached the network's central node.

Outside the hive city at the central node, he rendezvoused with Horus Lupercal and Mortarion.

"Nimrod," Horus said, his smile carrying a hint of scrutiny. This was the first time they had met in person again since Russ had been recovered from Fenris.

Even more time had passed since he had instructed Nimrod in the Ape-Man System.

Nimrod's achievements in the Great Crusade, the scale of the Shadow of Order, and his strength all burned at him like flames.

If the Shadow of Order had not gone through a string of brutal campaigns and shifted its focus to governing its territories, he might even have given up those long-winded diplomatic negotiations.

"Horus." Nimrod smiled and greeted Horus calmly.

"Nimrod."

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

Though his tone was not as loathsome as Russ's, it still carried distance.

"Mortarion," Nimrod said in his usual tone.

"We—"

After rising into Thelema's third-layer Mindset, his consciousness spread outward.

Mortarion gripped Death's Scythe. "There is only one target. One sweep of the scythe, and the witchcraft xenos will be judged."

He strode forward at a run, the strong wind sweeping past him.

Mortarion felt as if he had returned to that night, when he had advanced toward the highest peak, cut off the witchcraft Overlord's head, and liberated Barbarus.

Today, fate had once again entrusted him with a duty.

It was the same: slay the witchcraft monster and liberate Drun.

"Decapitation," Horus said, nodding in agreement.

"Of course." Nimrod drew the Osiris Mind-Control Staff from his back.

Beneath his