The clone Primarchs each acted according to Lion's strategy.
Perturabo, who had gone looking for raw materials to manufacture weapons and equipment, found many good things in the laboratory.
There was a novel production device that seemed to have been modeled after some kind of manufacturing equipment. It was the size of a house and connected to a giant warehouse.
The device's printing port sat within a thirteen-square-meter glass enclosure. Once the desired item was entered, it could quickly produce anything with a diameter of no more than two meters.
A great deal of material was wasted, the laboratory lights flickered with every print, and it was slow... but no matter how one looked at it, the thing was convenient, and Perturabo took a great interest in it.
He even crouched down while printing weapons and equipment, staring at the strange machine as he thought.
Wouldn't it be wonderful if this thing were improved and used to build defensive lines?
Should I dismantle it and take it with us when we make our escape?
Perturabo was very serious about it.
So serious that he failed to consider whether having such a thing occupy so much space in a biochemical laboratory was somewhat inappropriate.
While Perturabo prepared weapons for his Primarch brothers, Guilliman and Lion coordinated the overall situation.
Guilliman consolidated and analyzed all intelligence gathered from the battlefield, then provided Lion with every recommendation that seemed most feasible.
Lion, meanwhile, listened to the recommendations and used everything he had learned throughout his life to command those freaks created through biotechnology.
They turned the tide almost instantly.
Though those freaks were as numerous as seawater, and their numbers compared to the enemy's were like a vast ocean against a single leaf, all they knew was how to swarm forward in a