"The Dark Angels' flagship and their other warships have all been temporarily impounded. We no longer need to worry about Lion dropping all his forbidden weapons onto Macragge. By the way, how is the drop pod recovery going?" Lox brought good news.
Hearing this, Guilliman finally felt half the weight lift from his heart.
"So this really was a misunderstanding. The Dark Angels fleet's willingness to let our docks impound them proves Lion wasn't lying. Otherwise, they'd be fish on the chopping block."
"But even if it was a misunderstanding, he went too far."
The thought made the primarch grit his teeth. Whatever Lion had done, he had it coming. But he had actually brought Curze along with him.
"I've heard of Night Haunter's reputation, of course. From campaign reports and video records," Lox said.
Konrad Curze was the primarch of the Night Haunter Legion. The entire legion was no different from their primarch in style, excelling at terror, bloodshed, and slaughter to intimidate their enemies.
The mere news of the Night Haunter Legion's arrival could shatter the will of many resistance forces. They would rather die than fall into Night Haunter's hands.
"No." Guilliman boarded a skimmer. He had to return as quickly as possible and organize the hunt for Curze.
"Take the worst thing you can imagine and multiply it by ten, and you'll only be halfway to Konrad Curze's standard of conduct. He's a complete madman. He claims to be tormented by prophetic visions. I don't know what terrible things he might do."
"Where are your Iron Men? I think I'll need the power of that forbidden thing this time," Guilliman asked. Ever since Lox had sent a hyper-intelligent Iron Man to save him on Nuceria, he had laid everything bare with Lox.
He could tolerate the