"Cough, cough..." Roboute Guilliman coughed twice, looking rather embarrassed. "Father could no longer guide us at the time. I had to consider the future of the Imperium."
"Ha! Go tell that to Lion El'Jonson and the other one. By ancient standards, you'd count as a traitorous minister and usurper. The Imperium endured countless storms over ten thousand years, yet deep beneath Mars, there was a batch of Space Marines awaiting orders from no one but you. Even Horus wasn't as impressive as you. Good thing Rogal Dorn went off to work on construction; otherwise, he'd have charged over here, crushed your projection, then tossed Macragge's construction proposals into the trash."
Guilliman ignored Perturabo's venomous tongue and continued looking at the hologram Cawl displayed.
Primaris Space Marines were stronger, tougher, and more imposing than ordinary Space Marines. Their enhanced Gene-seed allowed their bodies to bear three additional augmentative organs. The most potent of them was the Belisarian Furnace, an organ with powerful restorative and strengthening abilities—effectively giving a Space Marine a second life.
Primaris Space Marines had truly made the great advance from one shot to turn red, two shots to start panting, three shots to activate the Furnace, and four shots to see the Golden Throne.
At that moment, Oedmeir said, "Cawl's project has considerable research value. In the past, I would certainly have approved his research and helped him optimize it. But after learning about the issues with the Primaris, I oppose this project."
Guilliman was curious. "What is the problem?"
"Primaris Space Marines have less humanity. To put it bluntly, they are not much different from robots wrapped in flesh."
Cawl defended himself. "This is to prevent corruption by the Warp. If our warriors possess no desires whatsoever, then evil cannot corrupt them. They will faithfully carry out