The Primarchs' enthusiastic reports were interrupted by Sanguinius's slightly puzzled question.
She gracefully tilted her head, her gaze sweeping over the battered Avengers standing on guard in the distance before finally settling on the pale-faced Ancient One. "Father, who are these people...?"
The question brought everyone's attention back to reality.
Only then did the Primarchs carefully examine their surroundings—the shattered base facilities, the smell of gunpowder hanging in the air, and the "locals" whose eyes held a mixture of fear, anger, and disbelief whenever they looked at them and their father.
Neos's mood had eased somewhat after reuniting with his "children," and he rather enjoyed speaking with these children who had undergone such transformations and embarked upon new paths.
"A group of mortals who lost their way and even dared to raise their swords against gods." His tone was calm, as though he were describing something unrelated to himself. He briefly recounted the events that had occurred since Hua Wei, Pandora, and he had arrived in this world.
His account was utterly flat, but the information it contained swiftly changed every Primarch's expression from the joy of reunion into extreme fury and... an almost absurd disbelief!
"They... They actually dared point weapons at His Majesty the Emperor?! And at you?!" Leman Russ's voice carried a trace of horror, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
"To show disrespect toward His Majesty Emperor Hua Wei... To attack Father..." Guilliman's voice was cold as a blade, every word seemingly squeezed from between clenched teeth. Beneath his composed exterior, he had already sentenced the people before him to death in his mind.
"What... what blasphemy!" A layer of frost covered Sanguinius's breathtakingly beautiful face as well. She could not imagine that mortals would dare raise their hands against those two.
To her,