Guilliman's True Nature

"This was a great victory, without question."

"But what we feared has also happened. Our Lord of Ultramar seemed to think he was invincible again, and he took the lead in charging forward once more."

"And this time, the opponent he faced was not merely that infiltrator warlord, Swassinger, but the Greenskin warlord Bloodhowl Zak, whom they had drawn out as well."

After receiving the transmission Grode had sent, Lox read its contents with considerable unease.

When he first saw news of this great victory, he had been immensely thrilled. But once he carefully read what Guilliman had actually done, that flicker of excitement was swiftly replaced by lingering fear.

He was genuinely afraid that Guilliman would get carried away and suffer a disastrous setback.

A giant Ork over ten meters tall—what kind of concept was that? Even during the Ullanor Crusade, only the Ork Emperor, Urgak Uggar, had exceeded that height.

Lox truly did not think highly of Guilliman's chances in a life-and-death struggle against such a powerful Ork.

Though he was Guilliman's closest friend, and their bond was sturdier than adamantium, that did not stop Lox from doubting Guilliman's combat ability, which was often less than dependable.

At least in his memories, whenever the Lord of Macragge dueled a powerful enemy, it was rare for him not to come away battered.

The examples Lox could immediately recall included, but were not limited to: being trapped in his office on Macragge by ten Alpha agents and beaten into grievous injury; being seriously wounded by Kor Phaeron's psychic sorcery on Calth; and being severely injured by Lorgar and Angron working together on Nuceria...

Guilliman's combat ability was indeed not weak.

He was a primarch, one of the twenty-one extraordinary beings created by the Emperor.

Yet the enemies he had to