After receiving the valiant warriors of the Imperial Fists, Guilliman also offered his condolences to Captain Veyrano Ebb of the Raven Guard.
"Captain, I share your grief. Corvus Corax was my beloved brother. After he returned to the Imperium from Deliverance, he spent time at my side, and I was responsible for offering him certain necessary guidance." Guilliman's sorrow was heartfelt.
"I will bear your hopes with you. On behalf of my troops, I swear loyalty to you. Other than slaying the traitors, we ask for nothing."
Captain Ebb stepped aside, bowed slightly, and gestured toward several squads nearby.
Though Guilliman believed he had good relations with his brothers, in truth, the Lord of Ultramar was something of an oddity among them.
Roboute's childhood had been spent under the loving care of his adoptive parents. It was only after he came of age that his adoptive father, King Konor, was murdered by the vile schemes of political enemies. Even now, his adoptive mother remained by his side.
Furthermore, the Ultramarines had never minded learning from their brother Legions. They had learned saturation bombardment from the Iron Warriors, the use of psychic power from the Thousand Sons, and mechanized combined-arms warfare from the Iron Hands.
There was nothing wrong with imitation and learning, and no Legion would refuse to let its peers learn from it.
But Guilliman always made a habit of taking his brothers' strengths, then modifying and refining them with distinctly Ultramarines characteristics. He would even kindly send the improved versions he had personally revised back to their original owners.
To many Legions, that was an intolerable provocation.
It was also why the Ultramarines drew so much criticism from their brother Legions. In their eyes, these cousins of the XIII Legion were unbearably arrogant. Not only did they copy