Nimrod Falsified 80,000 Casualties

Terra, the Golden Palace.

Nimrod's psychic projection crossed the void and arrived, and he immediately felt a pair of eyes staring at him.

The instant he took his seat, he glanced almost imperceptibly in that direction and found Konrad Curze hunched over, vulture-like.

He seems to have foreseen something.

As Nimrod thought, he also noticed that the last seat on his side was empty. Angron was absent; he was also the only Primarch not present.

Horus Lupercal noticed Nimrod's gaze and said, "Angron rejects the use of psychic power. I imagine he will be absent from the War Council for a long time."

Nimrod nodded and thought to himself.

He really does reject psychic power in the most obvious way, even more impatiently than Mortarion and Russ.

It is not only psychic power he rejects, but the Imperium as well.

Mm. The Old Man in Yellow likely does not want him attending the War Council either, lest he turn the atmosphere into a complete mess.

"Sorcerous tricks are unworthy of trust to begin with," Russ said in disgust. "I hope that one day we no longer use this method."

"But you are relying on it now," Jaghatai Khan said, his voice gentle yet edged. "Not only that, you also rely on it for communication and navigation."

"So you ought to recognize the function of psychic power and make use of it."

"I will never rely on it. The packs will not use sorcery." Russ folded his arms and said coldly, looking at Magnus with derision.

"You say the use of psychic power is useful, yet the Thousand Sons suffered heavy casualties in the Kamenka System and lost an entire Fellowship."

Magnus's pupils were scarlet. He said coldly, "The Thousand Sons endured two years of bitter war. I wielded the might