Aftermath of 143

Roboute Guilliman gazed steadily into the distance. There, pure blackness was slowly collapsing, and he felt a visceral disgust.

Was that the Underking's power?

Guilliman gave a bitter smile and shook his head in astonishment. A crown seemingly forged of sunlight and golden flame gleamed atop his platinum-blond hair, making the primarch appear younger, yet more imposing.

Countless glittering fragments still hovered around him, awaiting the primarch's favor, but Guilliman remained silent.

Combined with Mortarion's warning, Guilliman did not consider this a good thing.

"How do you feel?"

The shadow spoke. Corax's pitch-black eyes fixed upon Guilliman, awaiting his answer.

"Within my expectations."

Guilliman nodded, casting a somewhat speechless glance toward Konrad Curze beside Corax, who had cast off all restraint and was brutally tearing the ornaments from his body.

It seemed Curze had been waiting for them for quite some time.

"I thought you would try to leave, Konrad."

"Leave?"

Curze used his long, sharp nails to slice through a lengthy necklace in an odd voice, scattering the pearls strung upon it one by one.

"That great Underking, so skilled at control, is trying to connect the entire galaxy. Where could I possibly hide?"

Curze narrowed his eyes slyly. Under Malcador, he had learned of Reborn's infiltration of the Imperium...

First, it would use the Adeptus Mechanicus. Once a systematic information transmission network had been established, the next step would naturally be to establish a surveillance system "along the way."

Even if Hades did not wish to do so, Neos would not let such an opportunity pass.

Besides, Curze clawed apart a dazzling golden bracelet, and the gold squealed as it twisted into a lump in his palm.

"Damn it... Sevatar."

The primarch might have been willing to keep wandering, but the sons determined to follow him perhaps should