War of Faith

By the time Pat arrived on Pelasa, the ground war against the Nephilim had already been raging for ten days.

He did not join the war at once, but went instead to the Primarch's command base to report to his father.

Nimrod listened to Pat's report and gave a slight nod.

[Malcador is using the powerful to make his position clear, and also to test the reaction.]

"Select those among them whose voices against us are the loudest."

"Kill them." A cold glint flashed in Nimrod's eyes as he displayed his stance within a limited scope.

He wanted those nobles to understand that targeting him and the Shadow of Order came at a price.

He wanted Malcador to have reservations when he formulated policy during the brief period in the future when he would hold power over the Council of Terra.

"Share their interests with Payack's family and the others."

There were thousands of noble factions within the Imperial Palace, and a hundred times as many bureaucrats and officers plotting in secret. Everyone had their own calculations.

If factions targeting him existed, then there would inevitably be opposing factions, as well as newly risen bureaucrats and officers eager to climb higher.

Dividing the cake among them would both keep the impact within a certain range, making it acceptable to Malcador, and win over a group of allies.

Pat pondered the deeper meaning in his father's words, then spoke a few seconds later. "I will follow your will."

"Your performance during your time in the Shadow Guard has satisfied me. I want you to serve as a Chaplain." Although Nimrod had established Chaplains in the Legion, the position of Chief Chaplain still had no suitable candidate, and Pat was among the leading choices.

"Of course. It is my honor." Pat straightened