A Corruptible Target Delivered to My Doorstep, Of Course I Welcome It

The final tendrils rose from the Grey Mist Forest, soaring straight into the sky.

Three enormous cathedrals, their domes covered with Psionic Energy cables, rose high, constantly releasing plasma fields that shot into the sky, repelling the frenzied machine gun fire.

Tens of thousands of people are bound to neural wires, positioned in ways that make their skulls vulnerable to penetration, and their life force is slowly drained away.

The first and oldest Temple, pierced by countless exposed spikes and hardened walls, was long ago stained black with the blood of sacrifices.

Every Shadow of Order, even those who are neither Royal Court Friar nor Psyker, can hear eerie echoes upon entering the Grey Mist Forest.

The screams of the dying fanatics, stripped of their souls, echoed through the Grey Mist Forest.

The first "Listener" to arrive at the 10th Battalion heard the howls of hundreds of millions of souls.

Even as they ascended into the Thelema Mindset, they could not block out the sounds emanating from the nearby Shriek vortex.

A "Listener" whose ears are filled with the Shriek of countless people.

His face turned pale, and he led his squad in an attack.

He struggled to maintain Thelema's second Mindset and stepped on the engine.

Amidst the roar of the engine, the Shriek screams that tormented him subsided slightly.

He swung his arm violently and threw a force field grenade toward the Xenos's gun position.

Boom!

Amidst the booming force field, the "Listener" instantly found peace.

Immediately, a gigantic Nephilim, four meters tall, emerged from the collapsed wreckage of the gun emplacement, his translucent green skin shimmering in the flowing light.

He opened his Great Maw and let out a piercing roar.

A terrifying Shriek from both the real world and the supernatural resounded simultaneously, and the "Listener" fell to the ground in Affliction.

Just as the vortex of fragmented molecules was about to engulf the black car body, a golden light flashed by.

A beam of light shot up from the Auric Halo, deflecting the Shriek pulse and striking the ground directly, causing the slimy surface to explode.

The "Mentor of Disorder" raised his arm, and a highly viscous, transparent liquid enveloped the Nephilim in layers of amber.

After rescuing his offspring, Nimrod flapped his wings, swept past the Shadow of Order, and rushed into the church area.

The "Mentor of Disorder" unleashed his Spirituality, plunging the church area into chaos as Shriek pulses flew erratically in all directions.

Amidst the chaos, not a single sound wave flew toward Nimrod.

Rumble!

The Psionic Energy cables exploded, plasma surged wildly, and humans entangled in the neural pathways were reduced to charred remains.

As the black ash fell, streaks of golden light shone down, and one by Nephilim were "Imprisonment" in amber.

Nimrod flew over the church area and landed on the steps in front of the Temple.

The oldest Nephilim, a bishop who had absorbed hundreds of millions of lives, sat on an altar covered with Psionic Energy cables, his seat filled with shimmering nerve lobes.

His scaly skin trembled as he stood up unsteadily.

Nimrod stared at the swaying, translucent mountain of flesh before him, his small, dark eyes buried deep in the wrinkles of the sweat-dampened gray skin.

As it drew a Black Blade engraved with intricate patterns, the surrounding air vibrated.

Nimrod.

"You arrived before Jaghatai."

But you will die too.

The trembling sound penetrated the Temple and rippled into the surrounding churches.

The Nephilim, hiding among them, prepared to activate an atomic-level explosive device, following the orders of their bishop.

They will burn the entire church to the ground, detonate the explosives, and everyone within a 50-kilometer radius will be reduced to ashes.

Whether it's the Shadow of Order, the white-armored Warrior who have just rushed into the Grey Mist Forest, or the Nephilim slave soldiers, they will all be sacrificed to the Caste of Gods.

The next instant, "Shadow Ascetic" emerged from the shadows of each atomic bomb vault.

The blade of "Shadow Shaping" pierced the backs of the Nephilim, freezing their bodies into icy corpses.

Inside the largest atomic bomb vault, the Grey Nephilim roar.

Gray flesh and blood transformed into a storm that swept across the surroundings, tearing apart the Nephilim its viscous flesh.

The figure of "Rose Bishop" Ramsey emerged from the flesh and blood.

He stared intently at the device radiating terrifying energy.

Ramsey knew that the Tech Sergeant, acting on the orders of the Primarch, had intercepted the Odex Line.

They compiled the Nephilim dictionary, revealing the Xenos's philosophy of death worship.

However, the sacrificial plan was not something the Tech Sergeant discovered belatedly; it was the result of analysis obtained using urban-level hyperorbit scanning combined with the Auger Matrix.

Even before landing on Horde, the Black Emperor had already revealed the Xenos's self-destruct plan.

At the same moment the Nephilim's sacrifice plan failed, Bishop Nephilim let out a deafening roar and brandished his Black Blade.

A terrifying scream echoed in the mind of the Primarch, the Shriek of hundreds of millions of souls reverberating.

A fog of faith, permeating the minds of billions of souls, spreads throughout the Primarch genetic entity.

He sensed the foolishness of each soul willingly accepting death.

An invisible shock reverberated in the mind of the genetic Primarch, binding his thoughts like invisible shackles.

The bishop wielded Black Blade that Reaping millions of lives, slicing through the air and unleashing sonic waves that tore apart Psionic Energy cables and nerve lobes.

The steps shattered amidst layers of ripples, turning into a puddle of dust that scattered across the ground.

The ripples collided with the black armor as if they had struck an invisible barrier.

A golden light rose from behind Nimrod, followed by a series of explosions.

The deflected sound waves vibrated in the air, and a piercing shattering sound echoed throughout the Temple.

The golden halo shattered with a bang, and the scattered metal debris struck the black armor, as well as the heart of the "Mentor of Disorder".

You cannot influence my will.

The will of the "Mentor of Disorder" ignited his ambition like a spark.

The raging flames of ambition spread through the soul, evaporating countless Shriek spirits.

Flames burned in the eyes of the "Mentor of Disorder," and his mind cleared.

He reached out and Bishop Nephilim's wrist, snatching the Black Blade, which was radiating Spirituality light.

The "Mentor of Disorder" infused the golden gauntlets with Spirituality, then raised his hand and pushed forward.

A thick, viscous liquid flowed, layer upon layer, Bishop Nephilim.

Nimrod stared at the Bishop Nephilim, "Imprisonment" in golden amber, and thought to himself.

Jaghatai dealt with Bishop Nephilim much more easily than I did; his perception was more acute, which was also his weakness at times.

I felt the Shriek of hundreds of millions of the dead, and the combined impact shattered my mental defenses in an instant.

Without ambition and Auric Halo, capturing Bishop Nephilim wouldn't have been so easy.

The "Mentor of Disorder" twirled the Black Blade in his hand, scrutinizing the pale and green Spirituality light.

[Although the Auric Halo that the Old Man in Yellow rewarded us with after losing the "Wheel of Fire" was still worth it, the reward itself was worthwhile.]

With a thought, Nimrod's Black Blade vanished.

On the third level of the "Nation of Disorder," a Black Blade has been added.

After Nimrod sent the Nephilim, all wrapped in amber, into the first level of the "Nation of Disorder," he faced Jaghatai Khan was clad in platinum armor.

Jaghatai removed his dragon helmet, his sharp eyes fixed on Nimrod like an eagle's.

"Nimrod, you've finished the hunt before me again."

"I hope they can learn from you."

Hasik, Jaghatai beside Chagatai, followed the Great Khan's gaze to Lord Nimrod.

The marble-like statue's body exudes power, and its black eyes are as captivating as a deep pool.

His body was as majestic as a mountain, and even the Gray Fog mountains became a backdrop to him.

The thought of kneeling involuntarily rose in Hasik's mind, but he gripped the Guandao in his hand tightly, not letting himself follow his instincts.

Nimrod thought to himself upon hearing this.

I remember that Jaghatai sent Hasik to "Luna Wolves," and he was later deeply influenced by him, becoming the leader of the internal rebellion within "White Scars."

During the Great Birthday Celebration, Jaghatai went to the surface of Prospero to inquire about the truth from the Magnus fragments. He then instigated a rebellion in an attempt to seize control of the "White Scars".

Hmm... this also means that Hasik can be "Corrosion," corrupted by me, which is better than becoming a follower of Horus and failing in the rebellion.

"Welcome, warrior of Chogoris." Nimrod accepted Jaghatai's request with a smile. [Of course, I welcome a target for corruption delivered to my doorstep.]

"Hasik, I want you to follow Nimrod," Jaghatai said to Khan Hasik, turning to him.

"I want you to learn from the Shadow of Order, to discover how they think. Only by fighting side-by-side in battle can you truly understand them."

"Do it for me, and I'll let Jiahui with you."

"Yes, my Great Khan." Hasik gladly accepted the order, filled with curiosity about the "Shadow of Order" that was keeping pace with the "White Scars's " advance.

He felt honored to be able to study under Lord Nimrod, who had defeated the Great Khan in two hunts.