The word "vindication" alone moved Saint Raiser deeply.
The Broken-Winged Angel Chapter had fought out there for a full 5,000 years. They feared neither the claws of xenos nor the bolt rounds of heretics. Instead, it was the Imperium behind them that had hurt them most!
The Imperium had treated them, the defective, unstable products of the cursed founding, like recycled garbage, dumping them on the frontier to fight xenos and heretics to the bitter end.
Not only had the Imperium offered no support, it had not even spared them a word!
If they fought a major battle and killed some incredibly powerful xenos, they could send their battle report toward Terra, only to be left on read.
But when other Chapters sent their reports back, commendations from Terra arrived immediately, along with ammunition to replenish their supplies and all kinds of advanced weapons and equipment as rewards.
A major Chapter like the Ultramarines even had its own Five Hundred Worlds!
The moment a battle report went back, the Five Hundred Worlds dispatched new recruits to replenish their ranks.
Lose 100 men, and they would send 100 replacements. Lose 500, and they would send 500. Even if they lost 999 and were left with a commander and no troops, they could still send 999 new recruits!
That was the difference between a child with a mother and an orphan.
Li Qinwu patted Saint Raiser's sarcophagus and said:
"In the past, those vermin in the Imperium dumped you on the frontier like garbage. No matter how many losses you suffered, how many resources you burned through, or how much you accomplished, they never gave a damn about you.
"But things are different now. Now you have me behind you, I have Inquisitor Thraxol behind me, and Inquisitor Thraxol has the Inquisition