Guilliman, I don't want to moo you, but your footsteps

Too slow.

Nimrod picked up the triangular cone in his hand and turned it, information on Novalis flashing through his mind.

[A world of towering mountains and broad river valleys.

Feudal kingdoms of varying sizes were scattered across this world, ruled by nobles.

The people of Novalis were tenacious and unyielding, masters of swordsmanship, and possessed superb weapon-forging skills. Every person had to forge their own weapon by hand as their coming-of-age rite.

...]

Novalis was the homeworld of the Silver Templars Chapter, born during the "Ultima Founding" of the forty-second millennium, and was located on the edge of the Ultramar Sector.

The Silver Templars were the clearest genetic embodiment of Guilliman's bellicose side, and the duel-loving people of Novalis were the best source of recruits.

Nimrod had already selectively plucked the jewels among Ultramar's Five Hundred Worlds. As for the rest, it did not matter whether they were impressive or not.

But after learning from Glenn Worsoto about the Ultramarines' progress, he realized there were still some worlds worth taking.

After all the information on Novalis flashed through his mind, Nimrod silently recited in his heart.

[The star chart from Carium Gate to Novalis.

...]

After reciting it eleven times, he tossed out the Dice of Prophecy in his hand.

The triangular cone flipped several times through the air, and the instant it fell into his open palm, a radiant image unfolded before his eyes.

After memorizing the star chart, Nimrod entered it into the Data Crystal, sighing inwardly at the same time.

[Guilliman, I don't "want" to steal from you either, but your steps are too slow.

Besides, Novalis isn't valued in your realm anyway.]

Nimrod remembered that in the future, Novalis would be occupied and controlled for a long time by the Slaaneshi warband, the Children of