Guilliman: Deeply Shocked

Lox's sudden declaration was like pouring ice water into a pot of boiling oil.

The fact that everyone present had remained composed and prevented the pot from exploding on the spot was already proof of their considerable self-control and rationality.

Guilliman instantly understood why Lox had seemed so tense and uneasy when he mentioned the Greenskin Orks.

It was because there was still a bombshell concerning the Greenskin Orks that had yet to be detonated.

Well then. A terrifying green tide surpassing the Ullanor Ork Empire, ancient Orks that had escaped from a Necron tomb world...

So there were still this many earth-shattering revelations waiting for him.

"Tell me all the bad news at once. My mental fortitude is much stronger than it used to be—I can take it." Guilliman forced out a smile.

"I originally thought that once we drove the surviving Chaos rebels into the Eye of Terror, they would no longer be able to threaten or devastate our worlds."

"Who would have thought? I had underestimated them. Horus's eldest son had actually planned this far ahead?"

"He wanted to muddy the waters of the galaxy and use the ancient Orks to restrain us? It is a scheme of setting wolves upon tigers—high risk, but high reward."

"Why had I never noticed that pointy-headed bastard possessed this sort of mind? I thought that after Sejanus died, there were no wise men left in the entire Mournival.

But if Abaddon was truly this clever, how could he have led all the Justaerin Terminators to their graves beneath the Saturnine Wall?"

It was no wonder Guilliman had not anticipated this dangerous move.

The truth was that Abaddon, one of the "Three Heroes of the Great Crusade," had never left Guilliman with any impression of being particularly intelligent or strategically insightful.