250. Jealous Fire
Lorgar Aurelian was the one among them who looked most like the Emperor—
He had originally been bald, but after becoming Guilliman's minister, Guilliman had specifically had Lorgar grow out his black hair.
The implication behind it... when Mortarion first saw Lorgar with long hair, he had nearly vomited up his last meal—that had been the closest he had ever come to failing to keep a straight face.
Roboute Guilliman's Psychic Power projection was walking toward them, yet did not spare them even a glance.
The Primarchs exchanged looks, then all dropped to their knees.
The mortal worshippers sounded their horns, and the military band began to play. Guilliman, however, merely strolled across the carpet of his enormous ship as if it were nothing unusual. To him, it might have been no more than the BGM that played at the start of another game.
He remained focused on giving orders to Lorgar beside him, who was recording them.
Out of Roboute Guilliman's perverse sense of humor, Lorgar's clothing was not particularly ornate compared to that of his other brothers. Thorn-blue patterns climbed over black linen, making Lorgar look exceedingly plain, like a poor priest who had wandered into some frontier world.
At first glance, no one would connect this simply dressed man with a humble smile to the head of the Department of Faith and Truth.
Yet she truly was Guilliman's controller of faith across this vast Imperium—
Countless churches dedicated to Chaos or the Primarchs had been raised by the Word Bearers, overturning the Imperial Truth originally established by the Emperor.
The Warp grew vast by clinging to humanity's faith and emotions. For an Imperium deeply rooted in the Warp, beliefs that could be artificially controlled and implanted were especially important.
It was precisely the prayers