Guilliman glanced helplessly at the Angel Suit.
"Put it on."
He chose to compromise. Cawl was still trustworthy, aside from ambitions that were not exactly "loyal."
The Servo System's vibrations were noticeably quieter than those of the Armour of Fate. Amid rising steam, Guilliman removed his old armour, revealing his powerful physique. Terrifying strength lay within his bulging muscles. Faint currents brushed over the Primarch's smooth yet scarred skin as the Armour of Hope interfaced with him. A single thought could make the angelic wings behind him unleash terrifying firepower, except...
The weapons concealed beneath those steel wings responded as naturally as his own limbs.
"Cawl, have you been using some heretical technology again?"
Guilliman was not Perturabo. Clearly, a fire control system was helping the Primarch manage so many weapons arrays. As for whether it was AI...
Cawl vehemently denied it... and the Primarch did not believe a single word.
"Do these wings have a name?"
"For now, I call them Despair-the wings of despair for your enemies. Naturally, they can only truly live up to that name when you wear them. Your mighty power..."
Cawl chose his words very carefully, yet an unmistakable imperiousness crept through: I have already decided on their name.
"A fine name, Cawl. You are an important pillar of the Imperium."
"Thank you for your praise. You, Roboute Guilliman, great son of God, are the Imperium's most important pillar. Your..." Cawl had started again. Could his programmed routines not be trimmed down a little?
Clad in the Armour of Hope, Guilliman was indeed imposing. The halo floating above his head shone with holy light, making it even harder for others to look directly upon the Lord Regent's majestic figure.
"Welcome, great son of God."
Cawl provided a little atmosphere. After a flurry of transformations,