You Can't Hold Me Back!!!

Oh. In theory, Lord Lin En answered directly to the Emperor now.

In practice, he was operating alongside the Lamenters Chapter. But he had only been appointed their commander. The Lamenters were not his permanent assignment, nor were they the Chapter he formally belonged to.

That gave them room to maneuver, legally speaking.

Guilliman would be the problem.

He was the Lord Regent now, and every Chapter wanted support on Lin En's level. The Ultramarines hadn't managed to secure him for themselves. Would Guilliman really let the First Legion swoop in and take him?

The Dark Angels all looked toward the Lion King.

Under the gaze of his sons, the Lion King stood immovable, his expression betraying nothing.

In truth, he wanted Lin En too.

The Imperium had seen plenty of Psyker masters who could project auras. Some could even heal allies or bolster their resistance within a certain range.

But he had never seen anyone amplify Primarchs to this extent.

If Lin En were transferred under his command...

The Lion King let himself imagine it for a moment.

He might become second only to his father.

Not the Warmaster, but close enough.

Yet two Tribunes accompanied Lin En, which meant everything he was doing had probably been arranged by the Lion King's father.

It likely wouldn't work. He could only give up the idea with regret.

But if he couldn't take Lin En for himself, surely he could keep him nearby?

Joint operations. Joint expeditions. There were enemies aplenty around the Great Rift; pick any direction and there would be a fight. With enough pretexts, they could keep it up for a century or two.

The Lamenters used to have such terrible luck.

Now they charged hardest, broke through fastest, and took no losses. You could count the Chapters