No! I had to go talk to Angron!
The Orks absolutely could not be allowed to come to Macragge!
Guilliman immediately rushed to the Astropathic Hall and ordered the psykers studying psychic arts under the Aeldari seer to quickly contact Angron, who was on the other side of the galaxy.
"Since this is your wish." The Aeldari seer bowed to Guilliman, her face full of helplessness. A considerable number of Aeldari also had strong objections to Guilliman and Yvraine's wedding.
"You, do it."
A psyker with a simple drawing of a mouth painted on his forehead stepped forward and extended his psychic power into the Warp, reaching out to communicate with a distant world.
Psykers were rare across the vast Milky Way. If Angron did not have a reliable psyker by his side, or if he himself did not wish to connect, this psychic communication could only end in failure.
Fortunately, the psyker did find a powerful psychic fluctuation. Yet from its form, it clearly did not belong to a human or an Aeldari, but was shrouded in a wild green glow.
Just as the psyker hesitated over whether he should connect to this Ork's psychic power, the other side took the initiative and pressed forward, forcibly linking with his psychic energy.
"Oi? Which git's callin' me?"
"Uh... this is Macragge. Lord Guilliman wishes to speak with Lord Angron."
"What's that? Your boss wants to talk to our Boss Angron? Fine, lemme see if Boss Angron's got time."
The Weirdboy grabbed the exposed left half of his brain with one hand, then shook a hand-cranked telephone box made from wood and a few scraps of iron sitting on the table.
Before long, Angron's voice came from the telephone box. "What do you want? I'm busy right now."
"Boss Angron, some