"Who knew? After everything we've been through, everyone has changed." Perturabo sighed. "I'm no longer as full of resentment as I once was, but Dorn is still a stinking rock."
Corax smiled without responding to Perturabo. Dorn remained calm, treating Perturabo as nothing more than an overgrown child. He decided to deal with Perturabo using the same patience his grandfather had shown him. He had even woven a small blanket as a gift for Perturabo, though Perturabo failed to realize what it meant. He simply accepted the gift with gratitude and gave Dorn a friendly hug.
More Primarchs arrived with their forces. Roboute Guilliman's Macragge's Honour passed through the Webway, with Ultramarines and Ultramar Auxilia vessels escorting the flagship on either side. Cruisers and frigates of every kind filled one corner of the star system. Over the years, Guilliman had extracted as much of the Five Hundred Worlds' resources as swiftly as possible. After consolidating the hundred thousand Primaris Space Marines on Mars, the number of Space Marines under his command had directly approached two hundred thousand.
"When is this kid going to launch a Guilliman Heresy? Or a Guilliman Independence, something like that?" Perturabo stroked his chin. "Then Dorn and I can defend together and see whether Guilliman can take it."
The moment he finished speaking, the doors swung open. Footsteps and a helpless voice arrived together as Guilliman entered with a stiff smile. "I seem to have heard something quite terrifying."
Magnus and Lorgar arrived next. The Thousand Sons had merely awakened from dust rather than being rebuilt, so their numbers did not differ greatly from those of the Great Crusade. Lorgar's Word Bearers had originally been quite numerous, but after the Perfect City's destruction once again, they had suffered heavy casualties. Not to mention the Word Bearers