Uh,
The music came to an abrupt stop. Angron sat in his chair, feeling both uneasy and relieved.
He looked at Mortarion. After saying something so earth-shattering, Mortarion remained expressionless and casually poured herself a glass of poison wine.
Should we... send someone out to keep an eye on him?
Hesitation flickered in Angron's eyes. He truly had not expected things to progress so quickly—who could have known Mortarion was capable of pulling off something so heaven-shaking and ghost-weeping?
But in truth, Mortarion had done it.
I'm not going. Mortarion cast Angron a sidelong glance. Perhaps you plan to recommend yourself to Guilliman?
No, no, no, no, no. I think I'll pass.
Angron hurriedly refused. He decided to be an ostrich and keep his head firmly buried in the sand.
If he chased after him alone and the other Lord of Carnage Angron suddenly went mad and launched an assault, Angron feared his reputation in his later years would be ruined.
At that thought, the Lord of the Red Sands's gaze hardened. He resolutely met Guilliman's look from across the room, answering Guilliman with his eyes—
He was not going.
Not even if it killed him.
Guilliman could feel Robert's teasing, provocative gaze beside him. He could only force himself not to sigh. Could they really allow a follower of Slaanesh to wander around the ship? Absolutely not.
Just as Guilliman was preparing to ask someone else for help, Sanguinius's voice rang out like an angel's.
I think we could go out and see what's happening?
The Blood Angel and the Ghoul stood together in a dim corner of the hall. Sanguinius leaned against the wall, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand. Tiny bloodlike stains dampened his lips. His expression was relaxed, carrying a faint smile.
Beside