Lion El'Jonson watched Roboute Guilliman lead his troops away from the position. He believed that his equipment combined with Guilliman's command ability would produce results greater than the sum of their parts. Even if something went wrong, Guilliman would serve as the final safeguard. After all, he was a Primarch, not a fragile Space Marine.
Yet only a few days later, Lion El'Jonson realized he should not have placed so much trust in Guilliman.
After once again eliminating a daemon force attempting to circle around for a rear assault, Dark Angels scouts brought him terrible news.
His brother, the Primarch of the Ultramarines and Regent of the Five Hundred Worlds of Macragge, Guilliman, had defected to the enemy.
"What did you say?" Upon hearing this, Lion El'Jonson's expression became incomparably grim. Shadows and still-wet blood made his face seem even more terrifying and gloomy, to the point that the Dark Angels scout delivering the news felt an urge to flee.
"Lord Lion El'Jonson, it is absolutely true. Guilliman has indeed betrayed us."
"Where is the evidence?"
"The evidence is at the front. He is leading part of the Ultramarines in an attack on our defensive line."
"What about the rest of the Ultramarines? Why didn't they report this to me?"
"Lord Lion El'Jonson, they were afraid that in your rage, you would... do something to their Primarch..."
"Do what?"
"Kill him."
Lion El'Jonson laughed in anger and said "Good" several times in a row. "The battle is this urgent, yet they actually concealed the battle report and delayed the fighter! Even without this matter, they deserve to die for harboring such thoughts!"
After giving it some thought, Lion El'Jonson suddenly realized that the so-called evidence was particularly laughable as well.
Because of their greater numbers, the Ultramarines formed the widest