Lion: Someone copied my face?
Guilliman: Someone stole my noodles?
Get him!
The Lord Protector and Lord Regent of Imperium Secundus immediately hit it off!
Of course, their underlying reasons were not that simple.
Lion: You dared to appoint Jaghatai Warmaster?
Guilliman: You allied with the Aeldari while wearing my face? And negotiated a ceasefire with the T'au?
Given that Alpharius was also a Primarch skilled in assassination, the two Primarchs were drawing up a meticulous plan. They wanted to avoid a repeat of their two-on-one fight against Curze, which had left them humiliated and Lady Euten nearly assassinated.
They exchanged a great deal of information with Azrael, putting him in a very difficult position.
As the true Emperor's Champion, he knew a great deal, but how could he dare reveal anything without the Emperor's approval?
Lion El'Jonson alone would have been one thing, but Roboute Guilliman was there too. He dared not speak carelessly.
As they discussed matters, Lion did his utmost to conceal... the fact that he had failed to recognize Alpharius impersonating Guilliman and had happily accepted his appointment.
While they were talking, another Warp Rift opened. This time, Azrael specifically ordered the anti-boarding equipment deactivated, though it was not much use against the Emperor anyway.
The Emperor tore open the Warp Rift and returned.
The moment the two saw the Wolf King, they sensed trouble.
What an immensely powerful being their father was. He had healed them both with a casual gesture, yet now the Emperor was emerging from a Warp Rift carrying an unconscious Wolf King.
Could there be injuries even the Emperor could not heal?
The Emperor tossed Leman Russ onto the floor and said, "He's fine. He'll wake up in a while. He's 'drunk.'"
The two Primarchs were appalled.
**What?! There was