"Imotekh declared that our species was about to be destroyed?"
"Before you arrived, it had even conspired with those High Lords, saying it did not want to go to war with humanity."
Guilliman looked at Hiberlain, High Marshal of the Black Templars, whose expression was filled with pain and resolve.
Hiberlain froze for a moment, then instantly understood why the High Lords of Terra's chamber had run red with blood.
The High Marshal then fell into deep thought. He did not understand why Imotekh had done this. After forcibly releasing him, it had to know that the moment he reached Terra, the conspiracy between it and the High Lords would inevitably be exposed.
Guilliman also sank into thought.
He was equally perplexed by Imotekh's actions.
If Imotekh truly wanted the Imperium and Talon to end their cooperation, if it truly wanted the High Lords to believe that this war should never have begun, then it should not have let Hiberlain return.
Imotekh's motives for doing all this were baffling.
After thinking for a moment, Guilliman suddenly recalled what Qin Mo had told him about the Necron race. Then he understood. There was no need to ponder Imotekh's logic at all.
All of this, all of it, might merely have been Imotekh imitating the behavior and thought patterns it had possessed when it was still an organic being. Or perhaps it was simply finding amusement for itself over the course of its endless life.
Imotekh might not have been trying to achieve anything through this chain of events.
"We cannot make sense of the thought process of a species full of lunatics." Guilliman rose from the Regent's seat and walked before Hiberlain. "I need you to take every Black Templar warrior to the front and join this war that will decide