Lin Fan sat in the center, with an icon before him. The Emperor still needed to remain seated upon the Golden Throne for some time. To Lin Fan's left sat representatives from the various forces of the Imperium of Man, including Valdor, the first commander of the Adeptus Custodes, Sanguinius and the other Loyalist Primarchs, reliable ministers who had survived several purges, and Oedmeir, who was examining the Golden Ark Core's data.
Worth mentioning was that the Primarchs who had started the rebellion were also present. And by Lin Fan's deliberate arrangement, they sat rather close to the Emperor's icon. Primarchs such as Magnus and Lorgar, whose defenses Lin Fan had already shattered with his words, wore ashamed expressions and did not dare look up to meet the icon's gaze. Primarchs like Angron, who had grown indifferent to everything and merely wished to die, wore unconcerned expressions. He had become completely numb to the Imperium and everything else.
Konrad Curze was extremely resistant to this meeting. Lin Fan had personally captured him and bound him tightly, leaving him seated against his chair like a caterpillar.
Mortarion was even more uneasy. He had awakened in a chair within the conference hall. Looking at his brothers beside him and the aliens around him, his superhuman mind crashed for a long while, unable to understand how things had ended up like this.
There were unusual cases among the Loyalist Primarchs as well. Lion El'Jonson, for instance, had received the same treatment as Konrad Curze. Bound and restrained, he could only sweep his sharp, murderous gaze across the throats of the traitor Primarchs. But it had to be said that Lion El'Jonson's oppressive presence was truly terrifying. His gaze alone lowered the temperature in the conference hall considerably.
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