Season Two

"My brother, why have I never seen you at the training grounds?"

"I was in the armory, soothing the machine spirits."

"Then why didn't I see you at the oath-taking assembly either?"

"I was in the armory, soothing the machine spirits."

"And when we marched onto the battlefield, were you also in the armory soothing machine spirits?"

"At that time, I was sitting in the Thunderhawk cockpit... soothing the Thunderhawk's machine spirit too."

Of course, where some were treated poorly, others were treated well. The White Scars respected their Techmarines greatly; after all, whether their bikes ran fast depended entirely on the Techmarines' hands.

The Lamenters were full of engineers, so there was naturally no need to establish a separate Techmarine position. There were so many technical specialists that machine spirits were actually in short supply. If a piece of equipment's machine spirit became displeased, several companies' worth of engineers with nothing better to do would hold a joint consultation, giving the machine spirit an unparalleled maintenance experience!

At present, relations within the Lamenters were fairly harmonious. The arrogance often seen among Fulgrim's descendants and the paranoia and suspicion common among Perturabo's descendants had diminished considerably.

Perhaps it was because the two of them had let go of their obsessions, and that had in turn affected their descendants.

Central District Research Institute auxiliary complex.

As the area where Oedmeir directly conducted research and production, everyone able to work here had passed layer upon layer of selection and trials, making them loyal core personnel.

Konrad Curze was staying in one of the rooms. The modified windows refracted all outside light away.

The overhead lights were not on either. The pitch-black room revealed no details, nor was it possible to tell where Curze was hiding.

Darkness was his safe house, but