"Wait! What are you doing, Lord Primarch?" Jircniv was terrified. His face had gone pale, and no matter how he struggled, he could not break free from the mechanical tentacles binding him.
Leman Russ admired his panic. It seemed this man was not unafraid of death; he had merely chosen the quicker of two miserable fates.
Perhaps worried that Jircniv would be frightened out of his talent for administration, Leman Russ offered a word of reassurance. "Don't be afraid. In a few days, you'll be able to serve the Imperium even better."
Serve the Imperium even better?
Jircniv looked at the servitors following closely behind the tech-priest and immediately began screaming.
"Quiet!" The tech-priest disliked the noise. He plugged Jircniv's mouth with a tentacle, then quickly vanished from Leman Russ's sight.
He had clearly misunderstood what Leman Russ meant, but it was rather amusing. Leman Russ wondered how he would view the various implants in his body a few days from now. Ha ha.
With the matter of the Blood Emperor resolved, only Fluder remained, kneeling nearby and endlessly repeating, "God... teach me... let me witness the truth of magic."
Leman Russ had no intention of sparing the old man, after all. His soul had already been sold to Ainz.
Bang!
The most gifted magic caster of the Baharuth Empire died. His shattered body also heralded the total collapse of that empire.
After integrating the Kingdom, the Empire, and the Theocracy in the shortest possible time, Leman Russ turned his attention to the Holy Kingdom.
This small nation tucked away in one corner of the continent was composed entirely of humans, which pleased Leman Russ greatly. He was already somewhat tired of determining the proper political procedures for the endless stream of demi-humans.
But that had been before it was