Lorgar, who had been blasted away, got up and silently returned to the clone Primarchs. He obediently sat down, wrapped his arms around his legs, lowered his head, and seemed lost in thought.
The clone Primarchs now fully understood that they were clones.
If Guilliman had been lying... perhaps to fulfill his ambitions, to make his brothers realize they had nowhere else to go and join his ranks, or because he was deliberately plotting something...
Lion would never lie. He was one of the Emperor's most loyal sons, and he was hostile toward Guilliman.
The moment Lion corroborated Guilliman's words, all the Primarchs had essentially believed it.
The Primarchs' reactions varied greatly.
Horus showed neither disappointment nor pain. He merely leaned against a cultivation tank with his eyes closed, deep in thought.
But Qin Mo knew that while Horus appeared indifferent and fearless, he had to be panicking inside.
The first clone Primarch, Lion El'Jonson, sat atop the machine Perturabo had just created. The words heavy-hearted seemed written across his face.
The second Primarch... there was no second Primarch.
The third Primarch, Fulgrim, had gone deathly pale. The shock of learning that he was merely a clone had yet to fade.
Fulgrim could barely stand. Just as he was about to collapse, the tenth Primarch, Ferrus, caught him by the arm and gave him a kind, steady smile.
Fulgrim smiled and nodded, but when his gaze left Ferrus's face, his sorrowful expression returned, his eyes filled with concern for his future and himself.
The fourth Primarch, Perturabo, had already gone mad when he learned he was a clone and that his original self had rebelled. He was calm now.
Whenever he looked toward Fulgrim, Angron, and the others, Perturabo's gaze became filled with hostility.
Yet he soon felt warmth at