"I figured those Dark Angels and Inquisition people were already close to escaping. After all, they were near the Webway entrance and exit. They just hadn't expected to run headlong into the Titans."
"No wonder I saw scratches on some of the hostile Knights during the earlier battle."
"As for why they fought, I don't find that strange."
"They've abandoned their comrades and suddenly fled during joint operations before. No one can figure out what they're thinking when they do things like that. Maybe it's because of secrets, or maybe some other reason they can't tell anyone."
Qin Mo walked ahead, talking about the Dark Angels.
"They are shrouded in mystery, and they do incomprehensible things." Guilliman nodded. "But on the battlefield, a single word from Lion can make them charge forward without hesitation. They have contributed greatly to this crusade. Throughout all my years, I have often marveled at the complexity of humanity."
"That's true. Take the Malice Warriors. They may be detestable, but they haven't betrayed humanity. They'll still shout about fighting for the Emperor and charge to their deaths." Qin Mo said.
Guilliman recalled how the Malice Warriors had wanted to join the expedition fleet, only for Qin Mo to drive them away. "I thought you despised that sort of Astartes."
"Despised? No, it goes beyond that." Qin Mo kept walking forward, but turned his head back toward Guilliman. "I'm human too. I can become involved in certain events. I can't discard my subjective perspective and simply look down from the bigger picture at some hateful Bird-men, then find them more agreeable just because they did something good."
As Qin Mo spoke while looking back at Guilliman, something protruded into his path, something whose purpose perhaps no one besides Vashtorr understood. It resembled a utility pole covered