Per Cannot Advance Together, But Meets The Requirements

The boundaries cannot be counted.

Of the nine worlds orbiting the yellow star, the fifth planet, with its orbit at the center, lies on the surface of the planet.

Per Koschelny, dressed in a black robe, stepped off the deck, with the captain following respectfully beside his master.

Per's deep gaze swept over his surroundings.

The Baron of Corruption has realized that completing the task given to him by the Black Emperor is also the way to master the power he was given.

He has been the "Baron of Corruption" for some time, but neither the shadow of the Chapter's Shadow of Order nor the Vostonia Auxilia can "Corrosion" him.

They were all loyal to the Black Emperor.

Per was born in the Tezwork Hive where the Black Emperor descended. He possesses vague memories of what happened before he became the Shadow of Order and occasionally returns to Vostonia. He knows how much the people of Homeworld love their the Monarch.

Per genuinely appreciated their loyalty and did not attempt to interfere.

The "Baron of Corruption" had only Corrosion a few high-ranking nobles in the Aventinium Auxilia, and the results were not enough for him to gain power.

He patiently waited for his opportunity, until now.

The goal of "Corrosion" the fifth planet presents a good opportunity.

By asking the captain, he had already come up with an idea.

Three sidereal hours later, he entered a bar called Acid Lemon.

The drunkard sitting by the door, pouring wine into the mouth of the burly man, suddenly felt himself enveloped in shadow.

He glanced sideways, and then a giant in a black robe, the largest and strongest he had ever seen, came into view.

The liquor spilled from the corner of his mouth, instantly wetting his neck.

Cough cough cough...

The burly man, who had forgotten to swallow, came to his senses and hurriedly swallowed and licked the food.

Amidst the splashing liquid, Per found a spot to stand amidst the fearful gazes of the crowd.

The tables and chairs prepared for ordinary people cannot accommodate the "Barbarian's " enhanced body, which is taller and stronger than the Shadow of Order.

The captain ordered drinks and food, giving his master a fawning look.

Per shook his head. "You eat."

Leman's Ear, Shadow of Order, took in all the sounds within the bar, including the sounds of Pleasure behind the doors, the excited shouts of gamblers, and the low murmurs of transactions.

He glanced at the waiter, who immediately stopped his groping motion under the bar, a sheepish smile on his face.

Per said to the captain, who was anxiously and quickly finishing his food, "Let's go."

Two sidereal hours later, night fell.

With his four henchmen, Split-Lip staggered and staggered out of the Acid Lemon Bar and disappeared into a dimly lit alley.

A tall figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Split-Lip, I have a deal to discuss with you."

"Who are you..." The Split-Lip voice abruptly stopped. The giant in front of him gave him a cold glance, and his hand, which was reaching for his waist, froze.

"What...?" He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. His muddled mind instantly cleared, and he swallowed hard, asking in fear, "A deal?"

"An attack on an officer of the defense force."

"Ah..." The man with the Split-Lip felt that the person in front of him was more terrifying than anyone he had ever seen, even more terrifying than the legendary invisible Warrior. He could kill all five of them by himself.

"Okay." He wouldn't do something so stupid as to agree first and then run away.

"I will give you a starship," the seasoned "Briber" said.

His Split-Lip, his eyes widened, and his breathing became heavy.

A starship.

The masters of the underworld do not own a single starship.

His Split-Lip and calmed breathing prompted him to think to himself.

[They're all lying to me.]

"Come out."

"Per said in a low voice," the captain said, and then came out.

"Transfer the control key to him and take him to receive the starship."

"Yes, sir."

"It's you, Hantzko." Split-Lip, his eyes wide. He couldn't believe that the captain, who wouldn't even tip a waitress a penny when drinking and always tried to take advantage, would give him his only ship.

Eight sidereal hours later, for the first time, instead of being seized, the Split-Lip directly received the property, standing in his starship, dazed, clutching the key in his hand.

"My lord," he said respectfully, Split-Lip face devoid of any forced helplessness.

"Please give your orders; I'll attack whoever you say I want."

With this ship, he could hire thousands of thugs.

If you can't make it in this world, become a pirate.

Five days later, Barrios, accompanied by a squad of guards, hurried home.

The struggles among the nobles of the Throne World have recently intensified.

In the past, these were merely private conflicts between the nobles' subordinate forces.

Now it has escalated into open conflict, with family-affiliated officials and military officers constantly being assassinated.

Several nobles were even assassinated by rival factions.

The world is now affected, and pent-up contradictions are erupting.

Fifteen attacks occurred yesterday. Although no major families were involved, one Enforcer and four administrators were attacked, two of whom died.

Barrios had to be careful, as the Simone family, to which he was allied, had a feud with Gonzalez for over a thousand years.

A smile involuntarily appeared on his face when he saw his four-story house.

The warmth of the fireplace and his wife's embrace dispelled the fatigue of a busy day.

The sound of footsteps made his expression change, and he quickly rolled to the ground.

Ta-da-ta-da...

A barrage of bullets felled five guards. Barrios swiftly drew his Lasgun and rolled behind the vehicle.

He looked up and shot out a blinding beam of light, glancing around with his head.

Barrios was pale; he had only two guards left, and hundreds of thugs rushed out of the alley.

"Damn it..." Barrios cursed angrily.

In despair, he knew he had no way out today.

He didn't understand why these gangsters were so reckless; attacking the defense officers would surely invite retaliation.

"By the Emperor!" Barrios roared, raising his gun and firing.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed across his eyes, and limbs splattered in the blood mist.

Barrios' eyes widened.

He stared blankly at the approaching giant; he had never seen such a tall and strong person.

"Thanks."

"Who are you?"

"Just an ordinary mercenary, Per." Per replied calmly.

Barrios's eyes lit up as he gazed intently at the giant. "With your skills, being a mercenary is a waste of your talent."

With Per joining, he no longer needed to worry about his safety.

With his help and the support of the Simone family, he will rise to great heights, and it is not impossible for him to become a general in the defense force in the future.

"Thank you for your appreciation, sir. I am willing to serve you," Per said excitedly.

Three star months later, in the Simone family mansion, inside the meeting room.

Barrios respectfully reported to Per, who was seated in the main seat, "My lord, I have gained control of more than half of the defense forces."

Viscount Simone then said respectfully, "My lord, I invite Cardozo, Almado, and thirty-six other allied, vassal, and friendly families to a banquet tomorrow evening."

"I see."

After seeing all the "Corrosion" objects leave, "The Baron of Corruption" went to the gate and tapped the runes lightly with his fingers.

Outside the gate, the runes turned from green to red.

No one in the Simone family dared to disturb him at this time.

Before long, black mist surged up and engulfed his body.

"My lord."

In the Fourth Layer Space the "Nation of Disorder," Per bowed and looked around.

Immediately, he saw two blurry figures to the side, which he could barely make out as Bukayo House Arshavin and Flamini.

"My lord," "The Soul Assurer" Bukayo spoke first, "I have obtained information about the Fourth Planet Defense Command and am hiding underground within the command headquarters, capable of putting the high-ranking officers to sleep."

"My lord," Flamini, the "Calamity Priest," then said, "I have planted bombs underground in Planetary Defense Force. Once detonated, they will be engulfed in flames."

"My lord," Baron of Corruption Per finally, "I have taken control of the majority of the defense forces..."

Nimrod scrutinized Per, who lived in the "Nation of Disorder," and could clearly discern that Per's spirit was still mottled and not yet a unified whole.

The digestion speed has increased significantly, but it is not yet fully digested.

I can't let him participate in the ceremony with me.

No need to wait; the number of worlds in the vast Galaxy that meet the conditions is countless.

The ritual to ascend to the rank of "Mentor of Disorder" requires a world that has existed for 1,100 years and possesses complete order.

After a moment's thought, Nimrod could come up with a series of ideas, many of which were part of his plan.

One of the goals of the "Great Crusade" was to conquer the Ark Fringe Cluster together with the "Thousand Sons," "Space Wolves," and "Word Bearers."

The Ark Fringe Cluster consists of six star systems and can accommodate nearly twenty people to advance to the rank of "Mentor of Disorder".

The Ark Fringe Cluster is included in the plan, not only for the advancement of Beyonder, just as he chose "Terra".

The Shrike's beak can pierce Astartes' Power Armor, so it's likely a magical ingredient.

The civilization created by the Aivene after thousands of years of isolation and independent development, along with their rich treasure trove of knowledge, amazed Magnus and his Thousand Sons.

Nimrod's thoughts shifted, and he thought of Ramsey, the "Rose Bishop" who had not been brought into the "Nation of Disorder".

Just now, when he spread his Spirituality and touched the sphere of light, he saw the "Rose Bishop" hiding inside the body of a fat nobleman lying in a rocking chair.

Including Planet II, and aside from Planet III where the Throne World is located, four of the eight worlds with adjacent orbits are unable to provide immediate support to Terra.

It's time to create the final chaos and ascend to "Mentor of Disorder".

Nimrod gathered his thoughts and gave the order.

"Execute the plan at 11:11 PM tomorrow night."