Alpharius admitted that the Twentieth Legion was indeed less capable in a head-on battle than everyone present...
And the floating Primarch fragments.
But!
But he was a Primarch, one who had returned earlier than anyone else present. That meant he had been able to provide plenty of blood for producing gene-seed over more than eight hundred years.
Eight hundred years! Even the Great Crusade had only lasted a thousand or so. Alpharius himself had nearly lost track of how many sons he had produced. Some had been secretly handed over to the Alpha Legion, and others to Cawl.
As his key partner in their "unholy alliance," Cawl had naturally produced Alpha Legion Primaris Warriors. A large proportion of them were fighting across the galaxy as entirely new Primaris Chapters, under the identity of "Guilliman's sons."
The Imperium now definitely had more than a million Astartes.
Confronted with the Primarchs' questions, Alpharius calmly asked in return:
"Which Alpha Legion are you talking about?"
The Wolf King put away his mischievous grin. The Khan remained silent. Magnus... was communicating in sign language. He had sworn never to use psyker power on Terra again.
"How many legions do you have?"
"There's an entire Alpha Primaris Legion frozen in Cawl's Primaris cold storage. That's hardly my fault. He made them using my gene-seed after the Horus Heresy and never released them. After I returned, I supplied him with more blood. By their current numbers, they count as a full legion."
The Wolf King's ears twitched. He could barely believe what he was hearing, and his normally gruff voice turned cautious. "Then what about the one roaming around out there?"
Alpharius gave a bitter smile. "Also mine. You know, the warriors who have fought under my leadership since the Horus Heresy began. Honestly, I can't