The Primarch noticed the Tech-Priest's disappointment. He spoke up, saying, "Lord Guilliman, we have other designs here. Tanks capable of gaining the high-ground advantage, and armored vehicles capable of gaining the high-ground advantage..."
At that moment, a quick-witted Ultramarines adjutant hurried over and practically pushed and carried the Tech-Priest away. "All right, all right. Lord Guilliman appreciates the thought. There is much work to do here, so please do not continue occupying Lord Guilliman's attention."
The Tech-Priest nodded, still voicing his opinion. "Understandable. Memory usage should not be excessively high, lest it impair the efficiency of the machine spirit. Lord Guilliman's actions are remarkably efficient."
The blood-pressure-raising oddball had finally disappeared. Guilliman covered his face and sighed, peering through his fingers at the battlefield reports on the table as he began to assess the situation.
"Have the Valhalla 15th and 16th Regiments fill the ruined wall defensive line. The Cadia 114th, 115th, and 980th Armored Regiments, along with the Catachan 1st, 5th, and 7th Regiments, are to encircle the Ironwo Factory District. Have Calgar lead the 67th through 90th Ultramarines Companies in a direct assault on the Degraded barracks zone. Tell Cato Sicarius not to charge too far ahead and leave the cover of friendly forces behind."
The orders were issued in an orderly fashion. Then Guilliman contacted Sanguinius to ask whether he was doing well.
"Me?" Sanguinius flicked the blood from his longsword. Looking at the sixteen Ork Titans before him gradually burning and collapsing, he answered rather modestly, "I'm fine. Nothing special. I only made a tiny contribution."
"All right... all right..." Guilliman nodded. He knew Sanguinius's strength. Among all his brothers, this angel's combat power was as unattainable to mortal things as his beauty.
After a long while, Guilliman said to Lion El'Jonson, "All right, brother. You