What Are You Talking About? I Can't Understand You

The Regent wanted to take everyone away, but the Custodes weren't willing.

The Regent started walking, moving toward the exit, but the Custodes didn't move.

"?" Guilliman turned around.

The Custodes' reaction speeds were measured in milliseconds. There was only one reason they weren't moving: they didn't want to.

The Custodes stood rooted to the spot like nails, staring straight ahead. They looked at the sky and the ground, anywhere but at Guilliman.

The Custodes captain standing at the front spoke. "Apologies, Lord Regent. Please allow me to confirm: are you ordering all Custodes to withdraw from the inner throne hall, leaving this visitor alone inside with the Emperor?"

There was no way they could comply with such an outrageous order.

The Custodes' duty was to guard the Throne. Strictly speaking, they were not under the Regent's command.

They absolutely could not leave a stranger alone in the same room as the Emperor.

Guilliman's lips pressed into a thin line, and he looked displeased.

The endless red tape of Terra had already worn him out. He really didn't want to waste more breath explaining a decision that didn't need explaining to his subordinates.

The Custodes captain gripped the power spear in his hand as if facing a great enemy, alarms blaring in his mind.

Even though they were the Custodes forged personally by the Emperor, they still couldn't defeat a Primarch.

A Primarch's martial strength was already at the demigod level. No matter how far ordinary humans climbed, they were still only human.

But if this Primarch intended to harm the Emperor...

They would never retreat. They would fight to the very last man.

The atmosphere instantly became tense and hostile.

The Custodes stood where they were, gripping their power spears so tightly that their knuckles creaked. The spearbutts pressed