No Need for a Penitent Crusade

The two of them lay side by side, one in battered Power Armor, the other in mostly intact priestly armor, like two dried salted fish.

"Priest."

The Third Company captain's voice came from Lin En's left.

Lin En tilted his head and saw that the Third Company captain had already pushed himself up from the ground with a hand on his knee.

The Third Company captain's Power Armor was heavy, and he had hit the ground even harder. Even the shoulder plate that had survived fighting in the Warp had shattered from the impact.

But an Astartes' physical capabilities were what they were. To him, that impact was probably no worse than an ordinary person rolling off a bed.

The moment the Third Company captain got up, he crossed the distance in two strides, bent down, reached out, and hauled Lin En off the ground.

As he pulled Lin En upright and positioned him behind himself, his other hand had already gripped the Chainsword again.

His weapon had not even left his hand when he hit the ground. The Third Company captain's control over his weapon was downright terrifying.

Keeping watch, the Third Company captain spared a moment to look back. "Priest, are you injured?"

Lin En swayed twice before steadying himself. He rolled his shoulders and neck, his bones cracking a few times. It hurt, but he could still move. Everything was intact. "Both arms and legs are here, and I haven't lost my head either. I should be fine. What about you?"

"I can still fight." The Third Company captain remained cautious.

This place looked like Macragge, but who could guarantee where one would end up after falling out of the Warp? Even if it was Macragge, it might not be their Macragge.

The Third Company captain swept