The Door... How Did It Open by Itself?

"Stop pinching me! Let me check on the wounded first..."

Lin En rolled his eyes and begged for mercy through the pain.

Only then did Iron Hammer let him go.

They passed through the hangar corridor, made two turns, and reached the medical bay.

Lin En walked ahead, rubbing his neck.

What a brute. He'd been genuinely afraid the Adeptus Custodes would cut Iron Hammer down.

Phoros caught up and fell into step beside Lin En. "My lord," he reported quietly, "we didn't take many casualties. Seven are critically wounded, and a few others have fairly serious injuries. They're all in Stasis Fields."

Lin En nodded.

The medical bay was enormous. The black Stasis Field boxes stood in two silent rows, like iron coffins.

An Apothecary paced beside them, swiping through a Dataslate.

When he saw Lin En approach, he hurried over. "My lord!"

"How are they?"

A few were critically wounded, some had moderate injuries, and most had only minor ones.

The civilians weren't in good shape either.

Many were injured, and some were severely malnourished.

Most could walk on their own.

The medical team was preparing nutrient solutions and medicine. They had enough food and water, but there was little else they could do for now. Once they returned to Bolomite, the civilians could receive proper treatment and recover gradually.

Lin En checked on the unlucky few with critical injuries. None was quite at the point of needing to become a Dreadnought.

He gave up on the idea with deep regret.

Our Chapter needs Dreadnoughts. Couldn't you guys try a little harder?

The critically wounded men all breathed a sigh of relief.

Phoros lowered his head to hide a smile.

Lin En turned to him and raised an eyebrow. "What are you laughing at? I'm just encouraging