The Re-Estize Kingdom.
Bordering the Baharuth Empire to the east, the Slane Theocracy to the south, and the Argland Council State to the north, it lay between three nations. Yet natural geographical barriers shielded the Kingdom from attacks by other countries. With its vast, fertile plains, it was the richest of all nations and possessed the largest population.
The Kingdom had previously witnessed Ainz's terrifying power. In their fear, they had handed the fortress city of E-Rantel to the newborn Sorcerer Kingdom as its capital. Now, this land controlled by nobles and inhabited by utterly ignorant commoners welcomed its new master.
The Primarch, Leman Russ.
Even the Kingdom's name had vanished, leaving only the name of the Imperium of Man to travel through its streets, hammered into every citizen's heart by the marching footsteps of auxiliary patrols.
"My lord, we have secured all territory of the former Kingdom and found no trace of that necromancer." A Space Wolves company captain presented Leman Russ with a report detailing the Imperium's takeover of villages, extermination of xenos, and purging of human traitors.
Leman Russ seized the thick stack of documents in one hand. The printed pages fluttered rapidly beneath his rubbing fingers, their countless words flashing through his eyes in an instant.
Smack!
The book snapped shut. Reports submitted by one hundred and thirty-two Imperial auxiliary companies and twenty Space Wolves combat squads, then compiled and corrected over three hours by an Adeptus Mechanicus data branch, had taken Leman Russ only five seconds to read.
"Heh." Leman Russ sneered. "As prey, he's got a fairly clear head. He knows enough to hide."
"Then we'll turn this world upside down. Our brothers' deaths must be avenged."
"That's right. Now go do your work. Remove those useless nobles from their positions and restore order