"This is bullshit." Benedict covered his face, but his ears were still working keenly. The sporadic gunfire on the battlefield now was nothing compared to what it had been moments ago.
"So, is the battle over? Or what's going on?" Second Lieutenant Terry asked in confusion. He had yet to figure out the situation, but that did not mean Benedict had either.
Benedict did not answer Second Lieutenant Terry. Instead, he turned his gaze toward the Space Wolves and Dark Angels he recognized. His instincts told him that these powerful Space Marines were just as baffled.
"Cough, cough... Are you the Chapter Master of the Lamenters Chapter?" Olwen asked softly. Dimit beside him was also staring intently at the Lamenters before them.
Hope nodded. "I am the Chapter Master of the Lamenters Chapter. Do you honored battle-brothers have any questions?"
"Uh... nothing much. I remember that the Lamenters are a successor Chapter of the Blood Angels, right? You use Sanguinius's gene-seed, correct?"
"That's right."
"Then why do you... I mean, why do those brothers with cogs painted on their shoulders call Perturabo Father?"
"Because Perturabo's blood flows through them."
"Then are you one too?"
"Of course I am Sanguinius's child."
"Aren't you worried about the purity of your Chapter? Aren't you afraid your Chapter's culture will be... forgive my wording... polluted?"
Hope understood what Olwen meant. He smiled kindly and explained, "The lessons of the past tell us that Primarchs should be as close as brothers, and so should their children. Every company in our Chapter is made up of brothers with different temperaments. Take the squad before you. That brother carries Dorn's blood. He is steady by nature, protecting his comrades' backs like a solid mountain. That brother carries Perturabo's blood. He is bold and fierce, a renowned master