This is the bonus chapter for reaching 1350 Powerstones.
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A figure stepped over the threshold. The light seed to find its ho, gathering around him and outlining the silhouette of a pair of wings behind his back.
The visitor's face gradually beca clear in the light. It was a face that the Lion had yearned to see day and night.
When those wings folded behind his back, they almost touched both sides of the doorfra.
"Long ti no see, Lion. Apologies, due to the matters with the World Eaters, I couldn't et you imdiately."
The gloom between the Lion's brows vanished. Sanguinius's appearance was like throwing open heavy curtains, allowing sunlight to pour unreservedly into the Lion's heart.
Those questions troubling him were pushed far away because his brother stood right here.
"Sanguinius, it truly has been a long ti." A brilliant smile blood on the Lion's face.
It was so wide that fine wrinkles crinkled at the corners of his eyes.
The Lion opened his arms and embraced Sanguinius tightly.
Those arms, which had once torn apart countless enemies, gently wrapped around Sanguinius's shoulders as his hands patted his back.
"I am so sorry I didn't arrive in ti during the Horus Heresy, which led to the tragedies that followed," the Lion voiced a belated apology.
"It wasn't your fault. Besides, aren't I standing right here in front of you, perfectly fine?"
Before the founding of Imperium Secundus, the Lion rely liked Sanguinius in an ordinary sense.
Don't misunderstand; this "ordinary" was already quite rare when it ca to the relationships between Primarchs.
During the Imperium Secundus era, he and Sanguinius lived and died together within the Ruinstorm. During that ti, the Lion had even pledged his loyalty to the Angel—the sovereign of Imperium Secundus—promising to protect him.
In the end, however, the Lion failed to keep his vow. The Angel died a heroic death fighting Horus.
From then on, the Angel beca the most cherished, untouchable mory in the Lion's heart.
The two then engaged in a long conversation. Zeke saw that their faces were brimming with smiles—an incredibly rare sight for Primarchs.
Zeke shifted his eyes to Guilliman, who was still in the corridor, and snatched back his disguise head.
Their eyes t. Guilliman adjusted his appearance and walked into the room with heavy steps.
The Lion's gaze passed over Sanguinius's shoulder and landed on the person walking in from the door. His expression instantly changed.
The Lion's brows furrowed in gloom once again, and the smile at the corners of his mouth slowly sank, vanishing beneath a suddenly cold and hard face.
There's no need for such differential treatnt, is there? You weren't like this with the Great Angel just a mont ago. Before Sanguinius returned, it was Zeke and I who held up the entire Imperium together. Even if I don't get credit for the achievents, I should at least get credit for the hard work.
These words, ultimately, were swallowed back down by Guilliman.
"Brother, long ti no see," Guilliman gave an awkward smile, speaking against his heart, since they had actually t much earlier. "Right, long ti no see. I really missed..."
Sanguinius's gaze shifted between the two, a flash of worry in his eyes. Is the Lion's personality still this blunt and unyielding? He remained silent; so things needed to be resolved between the brothers themselves.
The Lion forcibly suppressed the agitation in his heart.
He closed his eyes, then opened them again. When he looked at Guilliman once more, a crack appeared in that cold, hard exterior.
"We will have a proper talk about the Codex later. As for now..." The Lion stepped forward and hugged Guilliman, just as he had hugged Sanguinius, and then patted him on the back.
"It is good to see you, my brother."
Sanguinius watched this scene with gratification. He took back what he had just thought.
Lion El'Jonson had changed. In the past, he was a sharp sword, not just towards enemies, but towards his own people as well.
But now, he had learned to sheathe his sharp edges and point his spearhead at their true enemies.
Wait, that's not right. Wasn't it a known fact that Guilliman and the Lion had a terrible relationship? Zeke felt a bit disappointed.
After witnessing the true camaraderie between Sanguinius and the Lion, he had wanted a change of pace and to see so sibling rivalry.
"Perhaps, this is the most precious gift that ti, life, and death have given the Primarchs." Zeke felt a vibration coming from the Poké Ball.
From inside the Poké Ball, Angron could sowhat perceive the outside world.
"You want to co out?" Zeke spoke to the Poké Ball.
The Poké Ball shook even more violently, indicating his refusal. Angron felt he was unworthy.
Zeke didn't say anything more and put the Poké Ball back away.
Accepting the Lion's embrace, Guilliman suddenly felt his face burn. So it turns out I was the one projecting my own petty thoughts onto a noble heart.
Zeke was right: sitting down and having a good talk really could resolve conflicts.
The three Primarchs gathered inside. Chapter Master Azrael consciously backed out of the room along with the other Space Marines.
In a corner, he found Dante.
While thanking Dante for coming to support their Dark Angels, Azrael secretly tried to fish for information from him, wanting to see if he had overheard any of the Dark Angels' secrets.
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Inside the room.
Sanguinius sat at the head of the table, with Guilliman and the Lion on his left and right, respectively.
This scene, this seating arrangent... Imperium Secundus had grandly resurrected!
Around the table, the three Primarchs took turns recounting their experiences.
Only after finishing their respective stories did they realize just how incredibly rare this reunion was. If it weren't for Zeke's help, this would have been an absolute pipe dream.
"Now it's ti to discuss our current situation," Sanguinius spoke up.
"You an Abaddon? With all due respect, this son of our brother isn't worth all three of us taking the field at the sa ti, unless there is soone else standing behind him, correct?"
"Correct." Sanguinius handed out dataslates. "Abaddon has acquired a powerful fleet. Relying on his strength alone, it would be impossible to build a fleet of this magnitude."
"After engaging him, I have more or less locked onto the mastermind behind the scenes: a Chaos Demigod of the Warp."
The title "Chaos Demigod" sounded grand, but it didn't frighten anyone in the room.
Zeke looked at the dataslate.
This fleet, known as the Arks of On, was not appearing in the Imperium for the first ti. They had been searching everywhere for sothing, even running into the T'au Empire's territory.
Zeke, who dealt with high-end players like the Necrons and Aeldari on a daily basis, hadn't paid much attention to this newly sprouting faction previously.
If there's a chance, it might be worth making contact. Using them as frontline cannon fodder against the incoming main Tyranid hive fleets would be an excellent choice.
"The Arks of On fleet is massive, carrying many different factions within. My proposal is simple: ignore the other factions for now. We strike simultaneously to execute a decapitation strike, fighting a quick battle to directly take down Abaddon."
Thus spoke Sanguinius.
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