He Was Still Too Weak!

"Gather the Mantis Warriors," the Inquisitor said evenly to the Novamarines who had followed him.

The Novamarines captain leading them nodded, then turned to his men. "Everyone, bring out the prisoners by number. All Mantis Warriors in sectors B through F are to be assembled in the main holding chamber."

The Novamarines nodded and headed off through the cell blocks to bring out every Mantis Warrior.

Lin En stood in the middle of the corridor, watching the Novamarines spread out and open the force-field barriers one by one.

The Mantis Warriors were led out one at a time.

Most could still move on their own. A few could not and moved slowly, likely because they had entered the War Fog. Their brothers supported them as they came out.

The whole process was quiet.

The Mantis Warriors neither resisted nor shouted.

The Novamarines followed on either side with their guns. They were hardly friendly, but they were not rough.

There were not many. Lin En counted silently: a little over three hundred.

The Lamenters had 311 left, and the Mantis Warriors had about the same.

Before the war, both Chapters had probably numbered eight or nine hundred.

Those few Chapters alone might have lost thousands of loyalist Astartes to the civil war.

Damn Huron.

Once I have my hands free, I'll kill the Red Corsair too.

The corrupt Planetary Governors deserved to die, and so did Huron.

Rebellion was no way to fight corrupt Planetary Governors, especially when Huron really had thrown in his lot with Chaos.

Open ambition was one thing. Ruining other people's lives was the work of a petty villain.

All the Mantis Warriors were brought together in a large holding chamber.

The Novamarines stood guard around them with guns in hand, one every few paces, fingers