"We should head to Terra, then go support Father." At the Primarchs' round-table meeting, Magnus slapped the table and spoke loudly. "Father told me that Vulkan must be sent to Terra to oversee the Seven Hammers Amulet in the Imperial Palace, to prevent the worst from happening."
The dark-skinned Vulkan sighed and asked, "Does that mean my Legion and I can't go support Father?"
"Yes. Those are his orders."
"Then I accept." Vulkan nodded, wrapping both arms around his massive warhammer as he fell silent.
"If we go to Terra first, what about our other brothers? The Tuchulcha Engine can only carve out one passage at a time. We can't split into two groups." Roboute Guilliman analyzed the situation before them. From Magnus, he had learned just how terrifying their enemies were. Their numbers were enough to drown the entire Imperium of Man. Even gathering every Legion would not give Guilliman any sense of security, let alone now, when the Legions had yet to fully assemble. Jaghatai and Alpharius were missing, while Rogal Dorn and Vulkan had to defend Terra.
"We can't wait for them. Jaghatai is free-spirited; he might be wandering at the edge of the Milky Way. Alpharius is even more of a mystery. I don't even know which of the 1.72 million contact methods he left me is the right one." Lion El'Jonson spoke gravely. As the one who controlled the Tuchulcha Engine, his word was virtually final. Though The Emperor had not yet appointed him, every word and gesture carried the presence of a Warmaster.
"Then we follow what Magnus said? First Terra, then support Father?" Fulgrim asked cautiously. It was not that he feared Lion El'Jonson, but that he needed to keep watch over his mentally unstable brother, Konrad Curze.
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