Fulgrim: Ah, what a perfect body, face me

Sanguinius!

The change within the Chaos Temple drew the attention of the Fallen Primarchs, and their brows furrowed tightly.

That fury came from the Dark Emperor. He seemed to have received new intelligence.

"What happened?"

Magnus's eyes flickered with crimson flame, and he could not help asking, worried that this change involved the False Emperor upon the Throne.

He knew full well what crimes he had committed. Once the False Emperor escaped his predicament, he would never forgive him.

The other Fallen Primarchs also raised their heads one after another and looked toward the Throne. Anything that could enrage Horus was definitely not simple.

Whether that matter involved the campaign to besiege Terra or the False Emperor himself, it was not good news.

More than they had ten thousand years ago, they wanted to win this war, to set foot in the Imperial Palace once more and use the divine artifact to settle their grudges with the False Emperor once and for all.

"The campaign is proceeding smoothly. You need not worry." Horus's voice still carried some anger, but he did not offer the Fallen Primarchs much explanation.

This matter was difficult to explain anyway.

He could hardly say that he had been enraged by the words of a group of mortals, to the point that he had lost control of his aura, could he?

After receiving the answer, Magnus nodded and did not continue questioning the matter.

Horus was one of humanity's finest commanders, possessing unparalleled command ability. He would not falsify matters in war or make wild claims.

If he said there was no problem, then there was certainly no problem, and there was no need to keep asking.

If there was something he needed to know, that brother of his would certainly tell him.

Magnus felt much