Jaghatai, I've Become Your First Khan, To You

It's also a good thing.

"The Nation of Disorder", the Ninth Layer Space.

Upon arriving at this level of space, Nimrod immediately grasped its essence and the corresponding ability—"The Word of Order."

The Rule Line permeate this space; once he speaks and issues the rules, they will obey his will and punish him accordingly.

After Nimrod grasped the function of the Ninth Layer Space, his first reaction was to bring Slau Da, who was still resisting and keeping some secrets, here for a trial of order.

The Aeldari Autarch are members of Cabal that adheres to a policy of sacrificing humanity, and by this standard, the crimes they have committed are countless.

But Nimrod quickly dismissed the idea, citing the punishments imposed by the "Word of Order," including death.

Slau Da's greatest value lies in the many secrets he possesses; imposing punishment is not his aim.

Nimrod then arrived at the Fourth Layer Space, where he spread his Spirituality and touched the sphere of light of William Wood, the lord of the 12th Chapter.

He found William dressed in a black robe and alone, and pulled him into the "Nation of Disorder".

At the same time, Nimrod had a thought, and the material for "Faceless," Sequence 6 of the "Fool" Pathway, disappeared from the palace and came to the furnace.

The Space Ape in the First Layer Space added materials such as the Changeling into the furnace in sequence.

"My lord, the Tanith grow up in an environment filled with Nalwood Tree; they are born with a superhuman sense of direction..."

"The first batch of recruits, totaling 1,035, demonstrated during training an intuition far surpassing that of recruits from other worlds..."

"Tanith has trained soldiers, and their intuition will be enhanced to varying degrees. I have ordered the establishment of training grounds with various traps in the densely populated areas of the Nalwood Tree. The Chapter's Shadow of Order, remove your Power Armor and undergo training."

William, a seasoned "Clown," immediately recognized Tanith's value after learning about his situation.

As Nimrod listened to William's report, his right hand trembled slightly in the black mist, revealing a bottle of dark green potion in his palm.

"Not bad." Nimrod said approvingly to William, and with a thought, a potion the size of an eye bubble would slowly emerge from time to time and fly to his face.

"Thanks be to my Lord." A scene suddenly flashed through William's mind: him as the son of a working-class caste in Gardinal, exiled in the wilderness.

Even the best-case scenario he could have foreseen was not as good as a fraction of what was happening now.

William picked up the potion and saw bubbles rising to the surface, only to burst immediately.

"Praise be to my Lord." He tilted his head back and drank the potion, a slightly itchy sensation lingering in his mouth and esophagus, eventually fermenting into Paralysis, loss of sensation.

William's spirit detached from his body, and he watched from an almost detached perspective as his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes dissolved one by one, until finally his entire face was gone.

Within three seconds, his face and head melted like wax, and his bones and skin also dissolved rapidly.

A deluge of information flooded William's brain, leaving his thoughts somewhat sluggish.

A majestic voice suddenly rang in his mind.

"Meditation, reconnect with your body."

William instinctively obeyed the voice of "majesty," putting himself into a state of no mirror image and trying his best to control every part of his body.

Nimrod scrutinized William's face and skin, which were covered with dense, pale-colored granulation tissue.

An ordinary person would feel numb and disgusted upon seeing this scene.

William used meditation to control the overflowing power of the potion, and the disgusting flesh buds gradually disappeared, merging into the lustrous flesh.

Nimrod said to William, who had regained his original appearance, "Try out your newly acquired 'shapeshifting' ability."

"Follow Your will."

The bones and ligaments inside the "Faceless" made cracking sounds, and the man suddenly grew taller.

As the Faceless tried one by one, both William and Nimrod, who was staring at him, grasped the scope of the Transformation ability.

The newly promoted "Faceless" can change his height by 15 centimeters, which is slightly stronger than I remember. Perhaps it's because of the different ingredients in the potion, or perhaps it was Astartes that took it.

It can simulate sounds and smells, but it cannot change its clothing.

Nimrod's eyes were deep. The Beyonder of the "Fool" Pathway had become more agile in terms of their bodies, but had not grown taller or heavier, and their physique was about the average level of the Astartes.

The "Faceless" can only impersonate Astartes; he cannot become an ordinary person or Primarch.

Not necessarily, Alpharius and Omega might be options.

Hmm... compared to Alpha, the "Faceless's" abilities are better suited for infiltration.

In Nimrod's mind, brilliant ideas flashed by rapidly:

After becoming a "Barbarian," Luther would find it easier to escape the sight of Caliban and his crew, participate in the "Ark Fringe Cluster" campaign, and advance to the rank of "Mentor of Disorder."

The plan to obtain Mortarion's spoils, including the head of his adoptive father Necare, through Black Box would be easier to achieve.

And, infiltrating various legions.

Nimrod thought to himself as he considered this.

Great Birthday Celebration would be a good opportunity.

At that time, I will have a certain number of "Faceless".

When the "Faceless" infiltrate various legions, even if they exhibit some abnormalities, they can always use the excuse of having experienced a major event.

The Horus Heresy was never just a simple matter of loyalty and betrayal; it was a test of faith.

The psychological impact often changes the thoughts and habits of countless people.

Nimrod gathered his thoughts, spoke in a deep voice, and reminded the "Faceless".

You can impersonate anyone, but only yourself.

The black mist engulfed William, and the Black Emperor's warning echoed in his mind.

Three months later, Perturabo II, the largest city Tevmor.

The crowd gathered below the high platform, looking up at the hereditary king, Kael, the patriarch of the Mebri family, as he gradually shed his human skin amidst the stern shouts of the black-armored Warrior.

He revealed a nebula-like shape, as if pieced together from a jumble of limbs.

Their rulers were silently replaced by Xenos.

They looked at the video screen again, where images showed piles of bones in a blood-stained cell, and rescued residents screaming in terror, "Ogre!"

At this moment, they had no more doubts. The black-armored giant revealed to them the truth: the shapeshifting monsters had taken control of their world, and they had become food reserves for the evil Xenos.

Without the arrival of the Shadow of Order, they will be gradually devoured, without even knowing who did it.

The people shouted in unison, praising their liberators.

"Shadow of Order!"

"The Monarch Majesty!"

At the same time, on the Shadow of the Throne, in the Primarch's office.

"My lord," Arsena Dunn reported respectfully, "In the battle to cleanse the Changeling on Perturabo II and Planet Six, a total of 249 Shadow of Order perished."

"Of these, 185 members of the First Chapter perished; the rest were Librarian and Royal Court Friar."

"One hundred and seven members of Khan Hasik's Brotherhood have perished."

Nimrod slightly. He had a more comprehensive understanding of the situation, including the sacrifice of thirty "Marauder" and sixty-one "assassins".

"Command the Tech Sergeant to garrison Perturabo VI and Planet II for Industrial World development."

In addition to the Tuchulcha Engine, he also gained access to the resource-rich planet Perturabo VI.

In Nimrod's memory, it grew into a Forge World over several decades.

"As you will," the Primarch's Attendants said before leaving the office.

"Hasik has arrived at the door, as you commanded."

"Let him in."

A bottle of blood-red potion immediately appeared in Nimrod's right palm.

"Lord Nimrod." Hasik walked to the desk and bowed.

Nimrod presented the "Hunter" potion to Hasik, who had successfully "Corrosion" him. The White Scars, skilled in hunting and swift in action, was well-suited for the "Red Priest" Pathway.

A moment later, Hasik, dressed in white armor, knelt down for the first time before anyone other than the Great Khan.

"My lord, thank you for your kindness."

I will certainly carry out your will.

Nimrod in satisfaction. He knew that the future Hasik would be given the title of Noyan above the Khan.

The Khan is the leader of the Brotherhood, Noyan Khan is the leader of many Brotherhood.

Among the "White Scars," the number of Noyan Khan was small, Hasik was the most powerful.

Jaghatai granted him the power to make independent decisions on all matters.

Hasik Noyan-Khan, the commander, had the most White Scars of all the Khan.

Jaghatai, I'm so sorry, I overestimated your First Khan.

However, this is also a good thing for you, as Hasik will not launch a rebellion on the Prospero track.

Hasik, following me is far more promising Horus; at least you won't be imprisoned after a failed coup.