Roboute Guilliman nodded, quite satisfied with the Ultramarines' understanding.
Seeing that the matter had been settled, Roboute Guilliman gave Calgar a special instruction.
"If Jaghatai comes to visit in the future, you must notify me first before receiving him. Understood?"
"Yes, my father!"
Elsewhere, Jaghatai sneezed.
Primarchs could not fall ill. The only things that could make their bodies feel discomfort were foul sorcery and bone-deep hatred.
Jaghatai rubbed his nose, feeling that the inexplicable sneeze had come from someone or something's hatred.
As for what it was...
Jaghatai could not sense it clearly. He only knew that the hatred came from deep within the Imperial Palace behind him, which was gradually collapsing into ruin.
"Great Khan, have you spotted the enemy?" Kor'sarro rode his bike to Jaghatai Khan's side. His sharp gaze was poised for action; with a single command from Jaghatai, he could shoot forward like an arrow.
Jaghatai shook his head, indicating that there were no enemies nearby. It was probably only the unwilling wail of the enemies being destroyed.
The White Scars sped onward. After more than ten days of riding at full speed, they finally caught sight of a new battlefield in the distance.
The horizon was veiled in darkness. The closer they came, the more they noticed the reddish-brown soil dwindling away, replaced by chunks of Blackstone that the Necrontyr used as construction material.
After crossing a towering mountain, Jaghatai saw the vast defensive position assembled by the Necrontyr from its thin-aired peak.
If the Imperial Palace was an extravagant creation that reflected countless golden rays beneath the sunlight, then the Necrontyr position was a giant graveyard utterly devoid of life.
The color of Blackstone filled Jaghatai's vision. Buried within it were cables of absurd energy capacity, which under extremely rapid pulses resembled tens