Nimrod's Burning Ambition, Embracing the Lonely and Helpless

Silent Sister

Sanguinius watched the terrified Aeldari flee. Only a tiny number of Aeldari warriors still gathered around the Warlock from their shrine, retreating in orderly fashion.

Most of the Aeldari ran for their lives like refugees with no order at all.

His gaze shifted, and he suddenly saw the black-armored Shadow of Order and the Sisters of Silence with their tall topknots charging past from either side beneath him.

Sanguinius was just about to give the order to attack when crimson armor suddenly entered his vision.

Raldoron, who always planned for every contingency, had anticipated the possibility of launching a pursuit.

When the unsettling Titan strode past with the wreckage, he had already led the regrouped Blood Angels into the attack before his Primarch could issue the command.

Nimrod's gaze lingered briefly on the crimson-armored warriors, then turned toward the Abyssal Knight at the very front, greatsword in hand, leading eleven squads into the assault.

Hard on her heels came a standard five-man Witch Hunter squad equipped with Bolters and Flamers, followed by a Warden squad carrying executioner greatswords.

The Primarch's eyes flashed as he silently calculated the dispersal range of the Psychic Mist:

Abyssal Knight, ninety-two meters.

Senior Sister serving as squad leader, thirty-eight meters.

Full Sisters of Silence sworn to the Vow of Tranquility, twenty-three meters.

Nimrod's gaze shifted and fell on Aetsak.

Around this negative Omega-class Pariah, the retreating Psychic Mist reached only nineteen meters.

Sure enough, wild ones still can't compare to the professionally trained.

Aetsak's negative psychic talent is higher than that of every Sister of Silence and meets the requirements for a Culexus assassin, but his suppressive power is not even as good as an ordinary Sister of Silence.

The flames of ambition lit in Nimrod's eyes. He became all the more