Sevatar instinctively edged closer to Lox, for he sensed incomparably terrifying malice and resentment emanating from the primarchs.
In truth, compared to Horus, who had been sent into the Serpent Lodge to be corrupted after his assassination on Davin, the loyalist primarchs hated Magnus even more—the one responsible for ruining the Emperor's Webway project.
Everyone knew that Horus was no longer the Horus he had once been. Loathsome things had taken control of his body, driving him to commit irreparable sins and disasters.
But Magnus was different. He was simply stupid.
He believed he had warned the Emperor of the coming rebellion, yet he had never imagined that the destruction and losses he caused would surpass a rebellion launched by ten Horuses.
Primarchs like Leman Russ, who had gradually lost everything during the Great Heresy and had nearly lost even their Legion, desperately wanted to tear the fool from Prospero to pieces to vent the pain in their hearts.
When the primarchs unleashed their malice, even a powerful warrior like Sevatar felt deeply uncomfortable. His psychic senses were especially acute toward ill intent, and he felt as if several incomparably terrifying monsters were prowling around him.
If they wished, any one of the primarchs could easily tear Sevatar apart, no matter that he was the finest of the Space Marines.
"By the way, did you bring any further intelligence about the rebels?" Lox turned his head and asked Sevatar.
"We fought Horus at Beta-Garmon not long ago, but as for what happened after it ended, apart from one survivor's memories, we have no other source of information."
Lox had always been curious. If the Titan pilot named Aisha had not been mistaken, what would happen next to Horus after his old wounds flared up?
Though Horus commanded the rebel forces