"I'm not entirely sure what each of the Three Divine Artifacts does."
"But the Tuchulcha Engine is quite useful."
"Back when Horus was about to reach Terra, I used the Tuchulcha Engine to zip around everywhere, slaughtering the rebels by catching them off guard. That thing was genuinely useful."
Inside the flagship's conference room, the three commanders of the main fleet, the Human Emperor's will, and the holographic projections of Sanguinius and Chagatai had gathered for a discussion.
They were not deliberating over anything major, nor would any decision capable of determining the entire Golden Crusade's outcome emerge from here.
This was merely a casual discussion, organized by Qin Mo, and they had already held several such meetings.
They could discuss the latest developments in the war, mention any requests or ideas they had, and strengthen their relationships.
"The Tuchulcha Engine." Guilliman leaned back in his Adamantium chair and looked at Lion. "You had that thing, yet you didn't go support Terra or our Father-Emperor."
"Shortsighted." Lion rested his head on his arm with his legs propped atop the conference table, looking at Guilliman with contempt. "My contribution was the greatest. If I hadn't wiped out those Dark Mechanicus Forge Worlds, and destroyed plenty of General Cannons and other damned things that were about to be deployed to Terra, those General Cannons would have blasted the gates of the Imperial Palace—and that bastard Rogal Dorn along with them—into dust long ago."
Guilliman turned his head away.
Lion continued, "What did you do, Guilliman? Why couldn't your reinforcements reach Terra in time? Honestly, if I hadn't awakened and discovered that you were barely holding the present Imperium together, I would have declared without hesitation that you and your offspring were all traitors!"
"I truly had no way of reinforcing Terra in