Chapter 164: Glass (2/2)

”A Culexus Assassin? No, or at least not yet.” The Megir rambled in some distorted Low Gothic, and opened his white eyes to stare at our group.

”You know me, Megir?” Sanguinius asked in a slightly different dialect.

I guess Primarchs were bullshit like that, learning new languages in mere minutes.

”You're early, Primarch. Then again...you've slept long enough. Came to take the Shariax to Terra then?” the Death Specter asked in a heaving breath.

Sanguinius turned towards me, as if asking for advice.

”We'll need to test it here first. You can step down Megir, and let Sanguinius have a look.” I proposed with a shrug, while searching the planet for anything useful.

The poor guys kinda lacked heavy weapons and armor though, the armories nearly empty and the medicae bay filled with crippled marines and chapter serfs.

I'll have to supply them some stuff, instead of looting. Luckily I was quite rich now.

The Chapter Master creaked as he walked slowly next to me, and examined my face too deeply.

”Yes, Lamenter. We are quite poor, but we still do our duty however we can.”

”I understand, Brother. Secrecy is great and all, until you fail your primary duty. Defending humanity, from outside and within. I'll offer you some ships and equipment, if you promise to raise a hundred Auxilia regiments on Memlock, and use human resources properly. Where are your thousands of techmarines? Where are the mighty Astartes fleets? Your Dreadknights and Baneblades? Thousands of strike fighters and Sentinel walkers, millions of Tarantula sentry turrets? Has your brain been petrified too?” I asked in a slightly disappointed voice, while his gifted ships appeared in orbit above Occludus.

Only the usual 10 torpedo destroyers, plus an early light cruiser with drop-pods, fully loaded and missing only crew. I could afford spreading the captured destroyers around, in exchange for propping up a failing Chapter with less Astartes than mine.

The armory received 20 Land Raiders and 200 Hydras and Sentinels, pretty much doubling his armor forces. Same for air power, with 500 servitor attack drones and 100 Aquila Interceptors.

The man slumped and looked down, probably not used to being castigated by anyone. His Primarch Corvus Corax was a poor example of critical thinking too, roaming the Eye of Terror and killing demons one by one. For ten thousand years.

Sanguinius started glowing on the glass throne, possibly scanning the entire sector with his psyker powers. Maybe even reading timelines, if my guess was correct.

”We are needed here, Lord Lancefire. There is a fleet of Black Templars nearby, purging the xenos in the Ghoul Stars. With our help, there will be fewer losses and the fight will be over in months instead of a decade.” the Primarch demanded as his glowing eyes opened to stare at me.

I sighed inward at his bleeding heart, now also painted on my shoulder, like all Lamenters had.

”All right. Mephiston, you take the chair and keep watch. Inquisitor Ramaeus, you wait here and investigate.” I ordered with a flat voice, then grabbed my Primarch and returned to my ship.

”Take the helm, my lord. You know where we're going, after all.” I muttered and pointed at the Captain's Chair.

Sanguinius snorted and sat down, fingers blurring on the holoscreen while setting up our course to intercept the Crusade.

With another flicker, the Deathwatch of Lady Velayne appeared around her, then a dozen of my techpriests and a pair of Silent Sisters with a particular set of orders. Just making sure no foul play could happen, until we returned.

And if those techpriests were rather adept at technology espionage and biological experiments, only a coincidence.

A week later, I had finished impregnating those blonde women donated so generously by the Death Specters, and was enjoying my favorite pastime with Amberley and Lucille, when we dropped from void-speed to normal engines, and my labyrinth vision filled with crystal ships battling the Black Templars while a few planets and moons were being assaulted by a thousand Astartes and 10 million serfs some of them even piloting Sentinels and light tanks. Weasels in particular.

Made me very proud to see my work used to exterminate Cythor Fiends, their distorted bodies resembling a preying mantis. Heavy flamers worked great on them, but then there were few creatures able to withstand heavy flamers.

Heavy bolters also worked, because they were made to kill xenos by design.

”Ladies, you're both with child now, so I don't recommend you land. I promise I'll save some test subjects for your labs.” I muttered in between suckling on Amberley's twin peaks.

Lucille suckled my spear harder, probably not that pleased with my cavalier attitude.

Amberley just hugged my head to her chest. ”We do have to send reports back to our Conclave, my dear. We'll wait till the heavy fighting is over though, and wear the helmets. The smell of burned corpses is not good for the baby.” the Inquisitor explained while enjoying my ministrations.

”Switch places?” I proposed in a smirk, and drew Lucille up to be suckled and pampered.

The blonde Inquisitor smiled coyly and began licking my chevallier's symbol, her eyes promising a long session of torture and interrogation.

Like I said, very dangerous, but so worth it!