Chapter 556: Blood Ravens: This is simply the father I have never met!

Fifty-seven Astartes passed through the corridor of the Red Tear. Beside them stood three Dreadnoughts.

There was no Chapter Master, not even a Captain. All the Librarians had been killed in action, and all the Chaplains had died in battle. Only the Dreadnoughts remained to lead the last fifty-seven warriors of this Chapter.

Their power armor was also full of pits and cracks left by insect gnawing and acid corrosion. The original paint had almost fallen off, and it could only be faintly seen that it was once bright yellow. But their shoulder pads were clearly repainted, and the Chapter badge on them was conspicuous and clear.

It was a red heart dripping with tears.

The same mark was also on the Chapter's battle banner, held high by the Dreadnought walking at the very front with his only arm.

It was called a battle banner, but it was actually closer to a series of tattered rags, an ugly remnant, a pile of tatters torn by insect claws and fangs. The whole body was also dyed brown by the mud of the battlefield, the pus of the swarm, and the blood of the Astartes, sparsely wrapped around the flagpole so that it would not drift away with the wind.

And on the flagpole stood a bright yellow Astartes helmet, slightly drooping its head at the top of the flagpole, full of knife marks and blood. A drooping bloodstain lay under the corner of the helmet's left eye, as if it were crying, like a portrayal of the Astartes standing behind the battle banner.

Those warriors passed through the other scions of Sanguinius, tired and painful, like a tear rain that would never end.

They were hunched, they were broken, they were almost wiped out. They did not respond to Dante's summons to go to Baal at the beginning.

But not a single scion of Sanguinius showed even a little disrespect to this group of warriors.

The sons of Sanguinius, whether red, yellow, gold, or black, stood on both sides of the corridor, paying tribute to these warriors with the Aquila salute.

They are the Lamenters Chapter, they are...

"A group of true sons of Sanguinius." Flesh Tearers Chapter Master Seth looked at the group of warriors from afar, saying in a tone that could almost be called admiration: "The suffering they endured is worthy of the holy blood they shed."

The Lamenters were born in the Cursed Founding. A group of arrogant and incompetent members of the Adeptus Mechanicus tampered with the gene-seed of multiple Chapters, trying to repair what they considered to be genetic defects.

Because of this, the Lamenters do not possess the Black Rage and the Red Thirst, and have never borne what other scions of Sanguinius have borne.

They were also initially hostile, despised, and denied by many Chapters as sons of Sanguinius, but this Chapter finally proved itself with its own morality. Even without the tempering of the Red Thirst and the Black Rage, their morality is still as noble as Sanguinius himself.

However, not having the Red Thirst and the Black Rage does not mean they have no defects. The Chapters produced by the Cursed Founding actually had their own defects, and even more serious than the original defects.

The Lamenters are the most special. Their defects are not physiological, but on a more mysterious level... It is said that their luck is outrageously bad.

However, Seth does not believe these things. What luck or not... ——————

*Boom!!!!! *

A rumbling explosion suddenly sounded, and the Red Tear shook for a moment.

The Dreadnought who led the Lamenters and held the Chapter's battle banner high already had one arm broken and was unstable. Under the violent shaking, the Dreadnought fell directly to the ground, and the battle banner in his hand also fell to the ground with a *boom*.

It wouldn't have mattered, but just at this time, another explosion sounded, and the ship shook violently, actually shaking off the helmet on the top of the battle banner. The helmet rolled along the floor toward the distance.

The Dreadnought hurriedly stood up and stepped to catch up.

But the Dreadnought was ultimately a bit slow, and the shaking ship also affected his actions. He couldn't catch up with the yellow helmet no matter what.

Fortunately, just at this moment, a dark red figure was so fast that people doubted he exceeded the limit of an Astartes. He braved the shaking ship and caught up with the bright yellow helmet in almost the blink of an eye.

Then he skillfully reached out and grabbed the helmet.

The Astartes wearing dark red power armor looked at the helmet in his hand, as if he were identifying the history of the helmet...

Blood Ravens. The surrounding sons of Sanguinius identified this Chapter. Almost all the sons of Sanguinius took a step back, pulling away from the Blood Ravens.

At the same time, their eyes looking at the Blood Ravens were also a bit strange, not understanding why this Chapter was on the Red Tear... Isn't this a gathering of the sons of Sanguinius?

The Blood Raven hesitated for a few moments, still took a few steps forward, handed the helmet in his hand to the Lamenter, and then returned to the crowd.

Seth didn't care about these, he cut into the communication and asked in a low roar what happened.

He didn't believe anyone had the guts to attack the Red Tear directly. Now there are at least 20,000 sons of Sanguinius gathered here, and there are countless ships, not to mention Sanguinius himself sitting in town————

"What do you mean a torpedo was ignited by a Lho-stick thrown away by a crew member?"

"What do you mean the torpedo explosion triggered a chain explosion?"

"Was that crew member interrogated? Did Mephiston read his mind himself? Was it really an accident?"

"What's the loss? No big loss? Good."

Seth cut off the communication somewhat blankly.

Was it really a coincidence?

He originally suspected whether there was a conspiracy behind this, but looking at it this way... the only loss caused by this explosion was to make the already unlucky Lamenters even more unlucky.

*Hiss. * Seth's expression twisted. Could it be that it was really because the Lamenters had bad luck?

Seth remembered that some Chapter Masters who had cooperated with the Lamenters suggested not to let the Lamenters meet Sanguinius, so as not to put Sanguinius in danger.

At that time, Seth was so angry that he scolded all those Chapter Masters. But now it seems that their worries were not without reason.

This kind of cigarette igniting a torpedo is obviously a bit unreasonable.

Seth felt a little scalp-numb for a while, but to be honest, he would not stand up because of this ethereal thing and oppose the Lamenters meeting Sanguinius.

Although many people think Seth is an angry madman, Seth actually has his own moral code, and this moral code does not allow him to stop a group of excellent sons of Sanguinius from meeting their gene-father.

Secondly, the hope of seeing the Lamenters is Sanguinius's own request, Sanguinius's own will. No one can oppose it... unless the ambitious Guilliman suddenly pops up, the Emperor suddenly manifests, or Saint Doraemon wakes up.

Although the situation just now was a bit awkward, the Lamenters seemed to be used to it, as if such a situation was not worth mentioning to them.

They recovered their calm and formation very quickly. These small episodes did not affect their spirit. They passed through the queue formed by the sons of Sanguinius and stepped toward the bridge door where the Primarch was.

"Noble, holy, perfect sons of Sanguinius! The Lamenters born in the 21st Founding!" The Chapter serf announced the names of these fifty-seven people and the three Dreadnoughts in a loud voice. They held incense high and swept over the power armor of these noble warriors, blessing them with twenty-two sacred prayers.

The bridge door of the Red Tear also slowly opened in the loud praise. In the bright light, Sanguinius's figure was looming. The bodies of the Lamenters trembled slightly, almost unable to stand still, and they walked into the bridge with their steps supported.

But just at this time, the Chapter serfs who originally intended to finish work suddenly noticed that another Chapter was following behind the Lamenters. That Chapter had dark red paint, and their marks would even be mistaken for Blood Angels if they didn't look carefully. ===== CHAPTER 557 =====