Seeing that the Greenskin Orks had fallen into humanity's trap, the Imperial expeditionary force immediately decided to proceed according to the original plan.
"Dantioch, whether we can achieve the greatest victory at the lowest cost depends on whether you can deceive them and plunge the sharpest dagger into the Orks' heart."
"I believe you can complete this mission perfectly, just as you did not disappoint me before and activated the Pharos system flawlessly."
Guilliman gripped Dantioch's hand tightly. Through Lox, he had already learned of the miracle that had occurred to the Warsmith.
Dantioch had once saved him and the Five Hundred Worlds during the Shadow Crusade. Now, he would save countless soldiers of the human expeditionary force for a second time.
"I will certainly give it everything I have. Humanity shall prevail!"
Dantioch felt the Primarch's powerful trust and support.
To Steel Reborn, such seemingly intangible things were more precious than any material reward.
After all, the current Dantioch was not much different from a humanoid C'tan. Even if he wanted a world of his own, he could create one with his own hands, given enough materials and time.
By blood and genes, Dantioch's genetic father was Perturabo.
Yet in the eyes of this warrior, who buried all his pride deep within and was truly steel inside and out, Guilliman perhaps suited that role better.
"I'll accompany you from here on, in case the Ork gods shamelessly intervene in person."
Lox smiled. The reason he often chose not to act was that if he personally caused too much interference—such as entering the battlefield and strangling the Ork Emperor with Psyker power—he could easily provoke retaliation from an entity of equal standing.
Likewise, if Gork and Mork resorted to dirty tricks, he would strike back directly.
Dantioch nodded solemnly, then