"Since the internal problems of those skeletons are only going to grow worse, we can find ways to catalyze them."
"I plan to organize a counteroffensive on the front lines."
Lion brought up something he had prepared long ago.
"Not yet." Qin Mo shook his head slightly. "I won't be returning directly to the front lines, and the C'tan each have tasks I assigned them. We should proceed cautiously for now."
Hearing this, Lion paused. He had been about to discuss the deployment of the C'tan with Qin Mo, but he said nothing further.
"The C'tan will search for other C'tan, and now that I have the star map, I need to do what I've always wanted to do." Qin Mo openly explained his own arrangements and those he had made for the C'tan, concealing nothing from Lion.
"Then we'll put the counteroffensive plan aside for now." Lion agreed readily.
The speed of his agreement surprised Azrael, but he had always supported every decision made by the Primarch. Considering his status and the setting, he naturally said nothing.
"Communication terminated." Qin Mo raised a hand, and his projection vanished.
Lion sat back down in his chair, staring into the corner of the room. The word calculation seemed written across his face.
Azrael had not yet ended the communication. He vaguely sensed that the Primarch still had something to say to him.
The Primarch was silent for a moment, then suddenly scratched his chin and said, "Honestly, given our identities, positions, and the responsibilities we have borne all along, we should be hostile toward the Lord of Tyran."
Azrael grew solemn. He knew the Primarch was referring to the duties once held by the Dark Angels.
Whether toward the Adeptus Mechanicus or other Imperial institutions, the Dark Angels had their own