"At most fifteen standard minutes, and the Lord of Hell's Chaos blockade will be shattered.
"And I'll be able to leave this encirclement trap completely."
Fulgrim thought this.
He could sense the Chaos blockade around New Dragon Forest Planet wavering. The Lord of Hell was almost unable to hold on.
And even more Chaos Daemons would pour onto the planet.
When that time came, Horus's reinforcements would arrive as well. No Primarch could stop that Dark Emperor—not even The Savior!
As Fulgrim sneered inwardly, his movements grew even more humble, as if he were a defeated general.
The situation was dangerous, but it was still within his control and his plan!
"Chaos has failed.
"The Imperium has won this battle. The Emperor, our father, made the correct choice.
"The Savior is the most suitable heir. He can lead humanity out of suffering and unite the Galaxy."
Fulgrim had almost put down all his weapons. He looked toward Guilliman, Mortarion, and the other Primarchs. "As you can see, I surrender. I am willing to return to the Imperium—"
He was betting that he would receive a chance at pardon or negotiation. The Imperium needed Primarch-level combat strength to deal with Horus and the Chaos Gods.
And Mortarion was proof. That foul, repulsive fellow had been given a chance to atone.
Moreover, he, the Fallen Phoenix, was stronger than Mortarion. He ought to be able to surrender just like him.
That way, he could buy time to survive and wait for a counterattack.
"The Savior once said, 'A wise man submits to circumstances.'
"I, Fulgrim, am no fool, nor am I willing to remain aboard a battleship that is certain to sink.
"Besides, I also hope to break free from Chaos's shackles and end my pitiful status as a servant of Chaos."