As soon as Nimrod reached the rendezvous point, he sensed a heavy, cold aura coming from the city ahead—a place that, by Ogryn standards, could be called a grand metropolis.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at Horus, who was clad in golden armor.
"You noticed it too."
"The life signals in this city are strange. There are more than a hundred thousand of them, and they're different from the other Ogryn. I sent in a scout squad."
Horus walked up to him and gestured for Tarik Torgaddon, Second Company Captain of the Luna Wolves beside him, to give the briefing.
Nimrod remembered that he and Abaddon had been the only two members of the Council of Four Kings to survive until the end of that unofficial organization's lifespan. The other two seats had been passively replaced several times due to deaths.
Torgaddon, who liked to joke around, spoke solemnly in front of the Primarchs.
"My lords, I previously sent a scout squad to infiltrate the Ogryn city. The intelligence they brought back is worth noting."
He operated the system inherited on his left arm and projected the footage captured by the scouts' helmet monitors before the two Primarchs.
Nimrod's black pupils contracted. In the projected image, the two Ogryn were deeply bizarre.
One was covered head to toe in forty-centimeter Corpse-Gnawing Beetles, but what they were eating was not corpses, but the flesh and blood on the Ogryn's body.
The other Ogryn carried a great hammer on his right arm, while his left hand grabbed Corpse-Gnawing Beetles from his body, stuffed them into his mouth, and swallowed them down in great gulps.
Nimrod thought for a moment, then spoke based on what he remembered and understood about Ogryn.
"Ogryn are simple creatures. To be precise, they're one-track-minded."
"Once they