The wind roared, but Evan still heard him clearly.
What the hell? Alpha Legion? Loyal?
Blade in hand, Evan scrutinized the blackened lump of "charcoal" below him. Damn, the rumours said that Alpha Legion Astartes could gain a Primarch's power by drinking Primarch's blood. So they were true? They could grow this big?
Soon, Evan's attention shifted to the "less blackened" things.
Heh, that great big sword looks expensive.
Holy shit, what's that? A crystal rod blazing with blue fire?
Wh-why is there such a huge diamond set into his forehead?
Was Evan going to stand on ceremony? In the blink of an eye, both main weapons were in his hands.
He secured the Emperor's Sword in the sword clasp on his back. Its enormous blade made Evan look like a weapons rack. Normally, he could hang a sword on either side of his back, but with this greatsword in place, there was no room for another weapon.
(I'm disarming the Alpha Legion. Right, that's exactly what I'm doing!)
Evan held the Fire of Cutting in his left hand and gave it a shake, trying to hang it at his waist with the flaming section facing outward. Then... with the Necron Crossblade in his left hand, his wicked right hand reached for the enormous diamond on Alpharius's forehead.
Alpharius woke. The time Evan spent struggling to hoist the Emperor's Sword onto his back had been enough for a Primarch to regain consciousness. After all, he wasn't actually Guilliman. (Guilliman: Stop insulting me!)
His whole body felt as though ten thousand flies were eating his flesh. That was his powerful regenerative ability at work. His head was in worse shape. A dull, suffocating sensation enveloped him, as though a dozen Sisters of Silence were kicking him in a circle.
His right