"The Blackstone Obelisks have been activated... good."
Lion stared at the battlefield displayed across the tactical table, a smile appearing on his face.
The small Blackstone Obelisks built by the engineering forces had the advantage of rapid deployment. Though their effectiveness might not have been impressive, once activated, suppressing Psychic Power across an entire continental plate would not be a problem.
Based on Blackstone's properties, Lion had formulated a corresponding plan long ago.
Once the Blackstone was deployed and activated, victory in a local war would be certain, because combat units more powerful than conventional ground forces would clear the areas affected by the Blackstone Obelisks.
"Robo." Lion suddenly looked up and softly called Guilliman's name.
The form of address made Guilliman pause, because only Madam Yuton had ever called him that. Even Qin Mo only called him Roboute.
Aside from a bold merchant named Suleimani during the Plague War, no one had ever directly called him Robo.
"What is it?" Guilliman asked, raising a brow.
Lion crooked a finger.
Guilliman leaned closer, placing his ear beside Lion as he quietly listened to the secret his good brother was about to tell him.
Qin Mo, who was also on the bridge, noticed Lion's unusual behavior. He looked at the Warmaster in puzzlement, wondering what Lion was up to again.
"Lord of Tyran." After hearing Lion's whisper, Guilliman spoke directly to Qin Mo. "The Warmaster hopes to persuade you through me to deploy a C'tan. He was also worried that you might refuse, so he asked me to speak in his place."
"Oh, so that was what the Warmaster said." Qin Mo nodded thoughtfully.
Lion, who had wanted Guilliman to pass along the message, stood awkwardly where he was. He lowered his head and pretended to study the tactical table, while