"Magnus!"
"You Ogryn-brained idiot!"
Lion screamed hysterically at Magnus.
On the way out of the laboratory, Lion pulled out a data slate and glanced at it.
The view on the data slate came from an aerial unit. It showed the enemy riding a giant whale from seventy-eight thousand li away to the skies above the research facility.
Combined with the Psychic Power Magnus had just used.
Lion guessed that the enemy had detected the psychic fluctuations. They had come to kill them, their target clear and their approach aggressive.
The aerial units were wiped out in swathes by lightning unleashed by a man wielding a scepter. That was clearly Psychic Power as well, meaning the enemy had a powerful Psyker among them. Sensing Magnus's Psychic Power would not have been difficult.
This only strengthened Lion's suspicions.
"How else were we supposed to leave the laboratory without Psychic Power?" Magnus still carried himself like an arrogant scholar. "Were we supposed to let you, a cat that was always bristling, bite through the iron doors?"
Lion was still carrying Angron on his back.
As Angron grew somewhat angry and even more guilty, Lion and Magnus gradually stopped arguing.
But powerful enemies and the threat of internal conflict were not the only problems facing the Primarchs.
A strange rustling sound came from around the corridor's corner, putting every Primarch on alert.
The sound drew closer and closer.
Then it turned into sobbing and wailing.
Until finally, a massive stitched abomination led a large pack of gland hounds into view before the Primarchs.
The stitched abomination appeared intelligent, and very clever. He picked up a data slate and swiped across it several times.
Then, as though they had received the command in an instant, the gland hounds charged at the clone Primarchs at tremendous