"On the battlefields of the Ultima Segmentum, we learned that the False Emperor's lackeys had mastered a variety of forbidden technological creations. It was precisely by relying on weapons and equipment suddenly brought into service that Guilliman so easily brought the Shadow Crusade launched by you and Angron to an end."
Horus spoke. As the supreme commander of the faction resisting the False Emperor, he naturally kept watch over the situation on every battlefield.
It could be said that aside from the less-than-ideal situation in the Ultima Segmentum, they had achieved abundant victories in every other war zone. The Imperium was retreating step by step, while the Wolf Lord had gained support beyond all expectations.
Horus waved a hand, and the Dark Adeptus Mechanicus priests aboard the Vengeful Spirit directed Servitors to carry in several pieces of heavy weaponry and equipment.
"Adamantium armor, with at least four obvious generations of upgrades. Our enemies have been advancing all this time. And this—Kelbor-Hal told me it was strong-interaction material, with properties superior even to adamantium."
The Wolf Lord rose to his feet and pointed his enormous power claw at the series of captured items laid out across the floor.
"This is the individual equipment of their mortal auxiliary forces. They are more elite than the Solar Auxilia. You expect my warriors to fight enemies like these? That is completely unfair."
"Every person who follows me is precious. They share my ideals and have offered me their valuable loyalty. Yet because of your stupidity and incompetence, more and more awakened ones have fallen on the path to overthrowing the False Emperor."
Lorgar abruptly raised his head and met Horus's eyes. An ancient proverb said that the eyes were the windows to the soul. Yet in Horus's soul, he saw none of the regret