Magnus's explanation made Angron's eyes widen as he instantly understood what they meant.
The most exaggerated reaction came from Leman Russ, the Wolf King. The primarch stared at his brother in utter disbelief, then even lunged at him and roughly tugged at Magnus's face as if trying to peel something off.
"You're not Magnus. Who the hell are you?"
"Damn it, give me my brother back! How could Magnus possibly have a brain like this?"
"Fake. This has to be fake!"
Magnus immediately shoved Leman Russ away in annoyance, but the smile on his face was impossible to hide.
The more Russ questioned him, the more it proved that the man was actually jealous of his intelligence.
The wisdom of the great Magnus!
And Russ's jealousy intoxicated Magnus more than anyone else's ever could.
"All right, all right, stop fooling around."
Guilliman immediately spoke up to stop them. He could tell Russ was joking, but this was not the time for horseplay.
"Magnus's explanation is indeed correct. We will use the Cabal's greatest strength, prophecy, against them."
"We may not be able to find them in advance, but we can use prophecy to drive them into our target area. Once that happens, they will be turtles in a jar, with nowhere to run."
"To achieve that, we must first determine which direction they went after leaving this foothold."
Guilliman turned his gaze toward Uslan.
Prophet Uslan closed his eyes in concentration. The staff in his hand emitted a soft, mysterious glow, and the light moved sinuously through the air like a living thing.
"The Cabal's hive ships can block prophetic detection from the outside. It sounds impressive, but the principle is actually quite simple."
"Prophecy is essentially a special application of psychic power. It is like transmitting radar waves. When