"Wronged! Wronged! Wronged!"
The thuds of fists pounding on breastplates, the shouts, and the vibrations rattled Gino and Sashol's eardrums.
The two of them were nothing more than spectators. They exchanged a glance, then went on watching.
After shouting "Wronged!" just like the Fierce Angels who had been lured to their deaths, the veterans gradually fell silent.
They were reenacting the last thing the Chapter's nine hundred battle-brothers had done together while they were all still alive—the last word they had all spoken.
It was a way of remembering them.
And so, they felt they were together with their dead battle-brothers.
And so, they felt their battle-brothers' souls watching over them.
Then grief welled up in the hearts of all the Fierce Angels.
What could the Fierce Angels do to clear their names?
What would truly clearing their names look like?
Imperial records could state that the Fierce Angels were traitors, a band of madmen attacking anyone they came across on Manros. After all, the Battle of Manros had been underway for some time.
But the records had to state that this Chapter had once been falsely accused by an Inquisitor named Morris, and that ninety-nine percent of the Chapter, which had once fought for the people of the Imperium, had died at the hands of actual traitors.
At the very least, those who had been wrongly killed—those who had once fallen fighting the enemies of the Imperium—deserved to be remembered with honor in those records.
"Battle-brothers."
Kao tilted his head back and murmured.
"The one responsible will be judged. Rest in peace."
Kao slowly lowered his head, then looked at Lu Jin.
The latter nodded to all the veterans, then handed his Chainaxe to Kao.
The veterans had already taken up their weapons and were slowly walking toward the