Angron, Are You Ready? Your Blue Grandpa Is Here!

Guilliman's gaze held a measure of scrutiny. He hadn't expected this kid to give him such a "surprise" the moment they met—to tell him not to focus on annihilation, but on routing the enemy!

"Your reasoning?"

But as a seasoned politician, Guilliman decided to hear him out before responding.

"I think—"

Alvin took a deep breath and said, forcing himself to press on, "We shouldn't keep escalating the scale of the war. On the contrary, the greatest purpose of the Indomitus Fleet under your command is to serve as a deterrent, to prevent the war from growing any larger. If possible, it would be best to let them go—"

Bang!

Suddenly, the sound of metal shattering rang out.

It was deafening and sharp!

The sound forcibly cut off what Alvin had been about to say.

Robert Guilliman's face remained expressionless. Deep in his star-bright blue eyes seemed to lie an invisible pressure. The five thick fingers of the Hand of Dominion, clad in blue-and-gold armor, tightened slightly, and its servo systems immediately began to whine. His voice low, he said, "Alvin Valshius, are you telling me to halt the fleet's advance and let Chaos leave?"

Even across tens of thousands of miles, the "Regent" in the holographic projection still radiated the terrifying authority of a ruler who commanded most of the galaxy. It felt as if one had plunged into the endless depths of the sea, pressure surging in from every direction, nearly suffocating.

"No, Your Excellency, the Imperial Regent. What I mean is—" Alvin forced himself to withstand the pressure, gritted his teeth, and continued, "For the future of the Imperium, for humanity, we absolutely cannot—"

"Stop."

Anger had crept into the Regent's voice. A terrifying, frightening presence shone in the Primarch's eyes. "Alvin, do you know what you're