The words "Old One treasure trove" were like stones cast into a placid lake, sending ripples through the Throne Room.
All the primarchs' gazes focused on the Emperor and Lox. Even Dorn, that stone who seemed indifferent to everything, was no exception.
Every one of the Emperor's sons present knew something of the Old Ones. Some, like Corax, had only heard scattered accounts and possessed a rough understanding, while others, such as Perturabo and Dorn, had personally seen living Old Ones.
"Each of those Old Ones possessed terrifying power capable of shaking the stars. Their enemies were whole C'tan, and even the Necrons of old were merely defeated foes who had overestimated themselves before them."
"The ancient Aeldari, ancient Orks, and many races we have never even encountered were their creations. Those creations indirectly gave rise to the Aeldari pantheon and the Orks' Gork and Mork, whose power we witnessed not long ago."
Perturabo muttered, explaining the true weight of the Old Ones to primarch brothers like Corax, who knew little of them.
Standing behind Guilliman, Corax had almost melted into his brother's shadow. The Raven Lord was whispering to him, recounting the state of the warfront while Guilliman had remained on Terra.
When Guilliman heard that Corax had once faced such a terrifying foe as Be'lakor, Chosen of all Four Gods, his heart clenched, and he was filled with lingering fear.
Be'lakor will inevitably become a great threat to the Imperium. We must find a way to eliminate this new Chosen of the Four Gods, Guilliman thought.
Lox picked up where the Emperor had left off and said leisurely, "When we searched for the Tuchulcha Engine, the Ouroboros, and the Heart of Plagues—three divine artifacts—and ultimately assembled the complete Webway tunneling machine, we discovered a deeper truth: this trinitarian