The Door Opened, and Two Custodes Came in First

"Commander!... Commander!... The Emperor-appointed commander!..."

The Lamenters finally snapped out of their numbness. They looked at one another, and an uproar broke out.

Lin En stood outside the ship's compartment, not knowing what to say.

On one hand, he was genuinely furious. On the other, he truly found it difficult to look the Lamenters in the eye.

Oh dear, this is really hard to deal with.

He still had no idea how to handle the Red Thirst and Black Rage, and now another bout of bad luck had appeared.

But make no mistake: this anger was not directed at the Imperium or the Inquisition.

The Imperium and the Inquisition really had done nothing wrong in this incident. They had no other way to deal with the Lamenters.

To put it bluntly, the Imperium was currently giving the Lamenters the cold shoulder.

The Imperium probably knew that the Lamenters were loyal. However, their Gene-seed had been contaminated during its initial synthesis. It carried bad luck and was extremely susceptible to corruption. The Imperium could not make use of them on a large scale. If they were entrusted with an important position and something went wrong, the consequences would be extremely serious.

Official records stated that the Lamenters' genes had been tampered with by a group of fanatics in the Adeptus Mechanicus, acting under the orders of the higher-ups in the Imperium.

But Lin En would not believe for a moment that Tzeentch, the god of wisdom, had not stirred things up behind the scenes.

Heh heh, the god of wisdom.

Damn Tzeentch.

The other three could wait. Tzeentch was the biggest troublemaker in Warhammer 40,000.

If he got the chance, he would kill Tzeentch first!

This topic had gone too far. Enough!

Back to the Lamenters.

Because of this, the other