The Supreme Battleship Belonging to Macragge

The Machine Spirit of Macragge's Honour looked like a little girl, but she was actually over ten thousand years old, from the generation of the Ultramarines' great-great-great-great...great-grandmother.

For ten thousand years, she had been unable to speak with anyone except Guilliman and the tech-priests.

And those tech-priests were terribly rigid.

Guilliman was busy too. He wasn't always aboard the ship, and even when he was, he couldn't spend all his time talking to her.

Now that she could finally speak with someone else, the Machine Spirit of Macragge's Honour kept asking Lin En how things were on Macragge.

Macragge's Honour was far too large to land on the surface of Macragge. When the Tyranids invaded, she could only fight in the battles above the planet. There must have been plenty of Tyranids on the ground too.

Those creatures were far too difficult to deal with. Her children must have fought terribly hard.

Were the people living on Macragge all right?

"You came from the surface of Macragge. Tell me about it—tell me—how is Macragge now—"

Lin En had things of his own to do. He moved about, tidying up, then took the bedding he would use that night from a cabinet and laid it out. The Machine Spirit kept following him and asking questions.

Her tone was just like the way Lin En spoke whenever he mentioned Earth—the tone of someone who had been away from home for too long, asking whether the tree in his old hometown was still there and whether the house was still all right.

For the sake of her twin tails, Lin En reluctantly stopped and answered her first.

"Are the people living on the surface of Macragge all right?" The Machine Spirit's eyes shone brightly.

In that instant, Lin En understood why she had