Nimrod's Kraken, Offered to The Emperor

Nimrod's psychic projection crossed the void and descended into Terra's Golden Palace, taking its seat in silence.

Leman Russ, who was always targeting Magnus, folded his arms and leaned back against his towering chair.

The coldness shrouding him radiated in waves of icy light through the psychic projection.

Nimrod looked around, making out the angles of the Primarchs' gazes through the watery projections. They were deliberately avoiding Russ's direction.

Except for Roboute Guilliman.

As expected, most of the Primarchs see Russ as the executioner.

It was wise of me not to accept the mission The Old Man in Yellow assigned.

Sanguinius's gaze wandered as he pondered something, and only when Nimrod's projection flickered into being did his eyes find a focus.

A perfect smile rose on his face, and together with Horus Lupercal, Guilliman, Perturabo, Fulgrim, and Magnus, he greeted Nimrod.

They all knew Nimrod had gathered Hannibal's corpse and buried it in a crystal coffin.

That comforted them.

When they thought of how, after the statue in the Square of Heroes was destroyed and removed, only the empty pedestal beneath the Tower of Hegemony remained, the same thought could not help flashing through their minds.

Nimrod didn't let that empty pedestal become the only thing left of the Second Legion!

In the silence, the clang of the doors opening was exceptionally loud.

The Emperor entered the great hall with the Fabricator-General of Mars, Malcador, and Constantin Valdor.

After everyone saluted and sat, the Emperor said in a deep voice, "Hannibal and his Legion have been punished for their atrocities."

"From this day forth, all Imperial departments will delete all data concerning the Second Legion."

Sanguinius suddenly felt cold all over, and he swore in his heart, *The second empty pedestal beneath the Tower of Hegemony will not become the