Nimrod and Sanguinius's Joint Idea

In the Cyriolete System, Nimrod's private pilot, Nelson, guided the black Aquila Shuttle toward the flagship of the Blood Angels—the Blood Tear.

In the passenger cabin, Nimrod sat in comfort within one of the broad seats.

The Old Man in Yellow had not made clear at the war council where he and Sanguinius stood in the hierarchy of command for this campaign.

He had considered that Sanguinius had arrived in the Cyriolete System earlier, and that the Blood Angels, who had committed their main strength in full, had deployed two thousand more troops in total than the Shadow of Order, whose main force consisted of three Chapters. So he had taken the initiative and proposed visiting the Blood Tear as a guest.

"What a work of art." Arsena Dunn gazed at the Voidship drawing gradually closer, solemn and magnificent.

From the Primarch's Attendants' angled, downward view, they could see the origin of the Blood Tear's name. It looked like a teardrop.

The engines and naval port wing-plates extending from both flanks, together with the hull, formed the legion emblem of the Blood Angels.

"Indeed." Thierry Vieira, lord of the 8th Legion, nodded in agreement.

Though the Blood Tear's length of ten kilometers was shorter than any of the legion's four Gloriana-class Battleships, it remained a mighty warship, with Lances, Macro-cannons, and Torpedo Launchers densely covering the forward hull.

The entire vessel was like a gigantic arrow decorated in stripes of bright copper, bronze, and red steel.

The transparent dome at the prow looked like an unblinking eye, staring down its enemies.

Standing opposite him, Per Koschelny, lord of the 11th Chapter, studied the Blood Tear with an appraising gaze.

Its surface called to mind vast, rust-colored deserts. He had heard that a cataclysmic war had buried Baal, the Blood Angels'