Under Guilliman's lead, they passed along the Avenue of Heroes beside the military square.
Ranks of imposing Space Marines, mortal troops armed to the teeth like a tide of steel, and formations of Knights and Titans swept past Lion's eyes.
"Guilliman has amassed enormous strength within his miniature empire. I'm certain this is only the tip of the iceberg. How am I supposed to ensure his loyalty?"
The Lion's face remained expressionless, but his thoughts churned like a storm.
Only a force of twenty thousand Dark Angels had accompanied him, along with a fleet led by the Invincible Reason.
He realized that the First Legion's strength on Macragge could no longer keep the Ultramarines in check. The Ultramarines in this military square alone already outnumbered the entire Dark Angels force.
So then? After the Battle of Calth and the Shadow Crusade, how many Ultramarines had there been restored to?
Lion's conservative estimate was two hundred thousand, perhaps even more.
As the host, Guilliman walked about half a step ahead, while his mortal advisor followed at his side.
A strike from behind—this was a perfect opportunity. Lion believed there was a high chance he could subdue Guilliman directly.
But the Lion did not act. Though every aspect of Guilliman's conduct since his arrival on Macragge had revealed obvious signs of disloyalty, he still did not take that final step.
There was still a chance to salvage everything.
"Lion, you have no idea how glad I am to see you again. After fighting alone for so long, my bravest brother has come to my side," Guilliman said with a smile.
"I thought Russ would come, since his sons are here. I never expected it to be you. This is truly a tremendous surprise."
Lox clicked his tongue inwardly. Guilliman was indeed exceptional