"Another quagmire of war."
Lion did his best to conceal his anger and impatience. His expression remained calm, but his voice and tone still let the others sense his mood.
"It seems Brumm, which we took before, was actually in a better situation. At least, according to our estimates, that massive melee was brought about by that bastard Fabius and then spiraled out of control."
"Instead of this—where a traitor legion skilled at defensive warfare has specifically designed this damned thing for us."
As he spoke, Lion paced back and forth before the projection Chuck had displayed, countless new questions and complaints surfacing in his mind.
"Why?"
"Why can traitors who have to fight over Power Armor produce something like this? It doesn't seem to contain much Psychic Power, and it appears capable of functioning in the Real Universe. And this damned thing is a colossal ring encompassing seven planets!"
"Where did they get the resources and labor to build something like this?"
Guilliman and Qin Mo could only agree with Lion's complaints and share his sentiments. Neither had any intention of telling him to stop complaining or calm down.
In Qin Mo's view, Lion was wrong about one thing.
Most traitors within the Eye of Terror lived miserable lives. They had to seize weapons, equipment, and survival supplies by force, and even their reinforcements had to be taken by force. But not every traitor had it that bad.
The Black Legion, taken over by Vashtorr, did not suffer so badly. The Iron Warriors, who worshipped Undivided Chaos, had it even better.
Yet Qin Mo still agreed with Lion's complaint, because even if the Iron Warriors had Chaos Wombs to replenish their ranks and smiths to manufacture vast quantities of weapons and equipment, they still should not have been able