Two weeks later.
Mountain Defense Line.
The new command headquarters had been established inside a massive fortress personally designed by Perturabo and built against the steepest mountain face.
The Primarchs who had arrived from various sections of the defense line by transport craft gathered in a room of steel, around a steel conference table, seated in steel chairs.
Not all of the Primarchs were present. Several had yet to arrive.
After another transport craft flew into the fortress and landed at the hangar deep within, those the Primarchs had been waiting for arrived.
Guilliman, Lorgar, and Ferrus entered the conference room on foot alongside Qin Mo.
The Primarchs saw that the three brothers Horus had previously ordered to remain outside the defense line and delay the enemy were covered in dust and grime.
Neither they nor their Legions had suffered much injury.
Qin Mo had helped their three Legions during the retreat toward the defense line.
"You did very well, Perturabo." Qin Mo gestured for the standing Primarchs to sit, then immediately praised Perturabo. "The Achamanid consider you and your Legion heroes. Your methods may have been a little rough, but the Achamanid have not complained about you."
Perturabo nodded silently, as though the words I don't care were written across his face.
As for what he truly thought, no one could guess.
"Robo told me about your plan." Qin Mo sat down and looked at Horus. "You all know I'm no strategic genius, but I think this is the best option."
Horus smiled and nodded.
"Let's talk about the war," Qin Mo said. "Teleportation technology and all strategic facilities in Terra's orbit are reserved for the main force. The teleportation and orbital facilities prepared for you will soon be operational, but for now, you cannot directly deploy by drop