Magnus's arrogance made his contempt impossible to hide. He believed that rather than sending these glittering golden guards, The Emperor might as well send another Primarch—or even permit him to enter the other world in his complete form and aid the Wolf King directly.
But how could he know The Emperor's considerations? The reason The Emperor had delayed gathering the Primarchs was precisely because of that damned prophecy: ten Primarchs were destined to embark on the path of betraying the Imperium. The Emperor could not determine the exact candidates and could only rely on his understanding of the Primarchs to analyze who was loyal and who would rebel.
Of course, personally, The Emperor did not wish for any of his sons to become traitors or playthings in the hands of the gods. But for humanity's future, he and Malcador had long since quietly drawn up a list of traitors over countless games of chess.
Roboute Guilliman. That fellow never stopped going on about Macragge and the Five Hundred Worlds. He was deeply calculating and did not look like a good man.
Jaghatai. He claimed to have seen through the hypocritical nature of the Imperium of Man, denounced The Emperor as a tyrant, and kept to himself. Perhaps the gods would tempt him.
Konrad Curze. His mind was on the verge of shattering. He was a troublesome landmine, though fortunately Fulgrim could keep him under control.
And Angron... Angron had already been cured.
Other than those three, who else might possibly rebel?
The Emperor truly could not imagine it...
Perhaps sensing that The Emperor was in a much better mood, Magnus became more talkative. He let out a breath and suggested, "Father, let me bring my body in as well. I swear I absolutely will not use psychic powers. I will