A meteor fell from the skies of Macragge.
Though the incident had no small impact, it was far from enough to warrant a primarch's personal intervention. Guilliman followed the original schedule and, accompanied by Lox, received Ventanus, who had come from afar.
"After our clash with the Necrons on Sotha, I believe our firepower is still seriously insufficient. I plan to search the database to see whether there is anything suitable for rapidly providing fire support on the current battlefield."
Walking beside Guilliman, Lox recalled the stronghold defense battle commanded by Dantioch.
"Don't tell me. Leave me some suspense." Guilliman refused Lox's next spoiler, hoping to save the surprise for the moment he witnessed it himself.
"Fine. As for those Legion warriors, I have some new ideas too. Why not let them follow me? There are so few of them anyway. Compared to your Legion, they're barely worth mentioning."
Lox rambled on to himself. Ever since getting to know that famous collector of miniatures, he felt as though he had picked up some of the other man's bad habits.
In this dreary galaxy, collecting really did seem like a decent hobby.
Lox decided he needed to cultivate a long-term hobby as well. Otherwise, if he spent every day buried in work, what difference was there between him and an emotionless overtime machine?
At Lox's side, he had already gathered warriors from four Legions—the Ultramarines, Raven Guard, Iron Hands, and Salamanders—as his bodyguard retinue.
After seeing Trazyn's display, Lox had begun looking forward to gathering Astartes from every Legion into his personal guard. This time, the representatives of the various Legions assembled on Macragge undoubtedly gave him an excellent opportunity.
"You really are... sigh, what am I supposed to say about you?"
Guilliman did not take it too seriously. Those warriors