The Emperor: Lorgar, I need to remind Nimrod to slow down

Steps, but how many times must I push you?

The Emperor's voice abruptly turned stern, and he barked in a low, furious tone.

"Lorgar!"

"Nimrod needs me to remind him to slow down."

"But how many times must I push you?"

"Father..." Lorgar said awkwardly.

The Emperor cut him off directly. "I do not need your faith. I do not need your worship. I am not a god!"

"I want you to quicken your pace. I hope that the next time I see you, you will no longer be the last."

He looked toward Curze. "Aside from this brother of yours who has only just returned."

With that said, he rose and left without another word.

Valdor followed close on his heels, while Malcador's tone was gentler.

"Lorgar, your father only hopes that you will produce results as soon as possible."

He glanced at Nimrod again before rising and leaving.

Curze's face was pale. His body swayed as he stood, and only after staring at Nimrod's psychic projection for a moment did he turn and walk into the shadows.

"Nimrod." Ferrus Manus's silver-coin eyes fixed tightly on Nimrod, his leaden voice carrying a trace of heat.

Nimrod spoke at the same time. "Perturabo."

"Nimrod, since you will be in Vostonia for the near future, it is time for our duel."

Ferrus Manus's silver eyes liquefied, giving off a glow like molten iron churning in a furnace.

"Fine." Nimrod could not say it outright, but he had already decided to conduct a series of disorderly voyages to put a little pressure on The Old Man in Yellow.

"When will you arrive?"

Ferrus's superhuman brain calculated the time required for Warp travel in just a few seconds.

"By standard reckoning, next May."

Nimrod nodded. "I understand."

After Ferrus's figure rapidly faded and