After watching Perturabo leave, utterly uninterested in the praise, the clone Primarchs immediately began voicing their own opinions on the strategy for the upcoming assault against the Iron Warriors.
Qin Mo was not skilled at formulating war strategies, so he merely used a device to record the clone Primarchs' opinions, then organized them and presented them before Guilliman and Lion, the other two expeditionary commanders, in the name of the Lord of Tyran.
Since the offensive had yet to begin, and intelligence on the stellar ring's defenses came only from various small-scale infiltration operations, it was chaotic and difficult to decipher. The clone Primarchs could only speculate based on their experience, and their opinions rested upon those speculations.
When the clone Primarchs had more or less finished their discussion, Qin Mo put away the recording device and looked toward the shadows in the corner of the room.
A disheveled man with a cold expression and a cruel smile crouched there, glaring hungrily at Qin Mo.
"Clone Koz, do you have anything to say? Everyone knows you're an infiltration expert. Maybe your ideas or suggestions would be very useful," Qin Mo asked.
Koz shook his head and gave a cold smile. "In the end, all of us will die in..."
"Alright, thank you." Qin Mo withdrew his gaze and looked at the other clone Primarchs.
Seeing that none of them had anything further to add, Qin Mo rose to his feet, preparing to return to the bridge.
At that moment, Horus, the leader among the clone Primarchs, stood up and asked in a low voice, "When will Corvus return to the fleet?"
"He can't possibly come back. How could he return after becoming like that?" Qin Mo answered instinctively. Then, realizing Horus might not have been referring to Corvus's original self,