"Why did the Stormtroopers open fire on those Aeldari!"
"Why!"
Covered in purple blood, Lu Jin stormed into the Saint Port Council Hall and roared at everyone inside.
Kardan, who had just returned from carrying out a tactical strike order, the Mortals, and Primarch Lion all froze for two seconds under Lu Jin's shouting.
"Weren't you fighting alongside them in Celerus—" Lion raised a hand. "Wait, you're saying the Stormtroopers opened fire on the Aeldari?"
"I told you they were here to help." Lu Jin stared at Lion. "Didn't you tell those Stormtroopers not to fire on our allies? I already told you some of the things that would happen in the future."
Lion looked dazed for an instant, then suddenly gritted his teeth and glared at a Mortal in Stormtrooper armor beside the Strategic Image.
Under the Primarch's stare, the man instinctively grew afraid. He swallowed hard before speaking frankly. "I changed the Primarch's orders."
Lion lunged forward the next second.
By the time the Mortals and Space Marines reacted, Lion had already pounced on the Stormtrooper commander like a beast. His sharp-nailed hand clamped around the Mortal's throat, his expression savage.
The Primarch hated aliens, too.
Few Space Marines or Primarchs didn't hate aliens.
The Emperor hadn't imprinted loyalty into the genes of the half of his children who would rebel, but he had imprinted hatred of aliens into them.
But the Primarch hated it even more when a Mortal altered his carefully arranged orders and brought about disastrous consequences.
"How did you promise me you would act?" Lion demanded through clenched teeth.
Kardan realized that old Lion was still far too kind—so kind that he bore little resemblance to the Emperor's Firstborn described in history.
"—" The Stormtrooper commander was too terrified to speak.
Lion turned to