The Great Purge of Nostramo

"First, let me make one thing clear: dealing with the rising Ghoul Ork Empire is the responsibility of all humanity. Every Astartes Legion must obey unified deployment and strategic arrangements."

"Some Legions must hold the line and draw enemy fire, while others must take the offensive and strike directly at the enemy's head."

"Even if Curze were here, he would fully agree with my decision. Do you understand?"

With the discussion about to reach its main point, Lox gave Makarion and the others a straightforward warning.

After all, his upcoming arrangements could be said to severely harm the interests of the Eighth Legion and Nostramo, practically pushing them onto the crater of a volcano.

If they were dissatisfied and secretly sabotaged him, or even turned hostile outright, Lox's arrangements would be difficult to sustain.

"We already said that we would fully obey your arrangements."

"This is a solemn promise, not empty talk."

"Our genetic father trusted you so deeply. Naturally, we will trust you as well."

Makarion spoke solemnly. In that brief span of time, his mindset had undergone an immense change. He had even begun to reflect on whether he had truly disappointed his Primarch over the past century.

All he had wanted was to preserve the Legion and prevent the ancient, glorious name of the Night Lords from vanishing into the vast galaxy.

After purging the rebel faction led by the tattooed Count Jando Scarlawok, he had completely withdrawn the Legion's forces into the region centered on the Nostramo Sector.

He had worked tirelessly to expand and reorganize the Legion, restoring the numbers lost during the Horus Heresy in order to build sufficient deterrence against those with ulterior motives.

He had overseen the construction of the Midnight Court and made the Night Lords' territory as impregnable as possible.