Phi-Fic Chapter 438: Promotion Again and the Battle Continues
Chapter 438: Promotion Again and the Battle Continues
He had almost nothing left, and now even his friends would be gone. He couldn't accept this and was extremely sad. Thousands of wounded soldiers were placed in the huge factory, and their wails of pain and sobs of sorrow could be heard one after another.
Harold didn't care about the system or military discipline. He shouted loudly at the huge venue, and the heroic act of the political commissar who risked his life to offer his helmet kept emerging in the depths of his mind.
At this moment, a three-dimensional image of the political commissar immediately popped up in his modified left eye, and then thousands of people were quickly scanned by it, and the locations of six similar people were marked above the diagram.
Harold was still not quite used to his new abilities, so he could only step over the crowded hospital beds to find the political commissar who was running out of time. However, there were too many injured patients, and the hundreds of open-air surgeries being performed blocked the road.
Seeing that there was no way out, Harold couldn't help but get emotional. At this time, the projection in his left eye gave another prompt, telling him that turning on the anti-gravity system of his legs could solve the current problem.
"open!"
He had no choice but to do as he was told. A light blue halo bloomed from his legs, and Harold's body immediately floated up under the layers of halo.
He flew onto the roof with his head heavy and his feet light, and then "hung" under the roof with a "bang". He moved in small steps, then in big strides, and then Harold sprinted quickly in the astonished eyes of everyone.
He turned off the anti-gravity system and fell from the air. He started the magnetic levitation engine and attached himself to the crane. He was flying like Tarzan. Although his body was very ugly, everyone could see some kind of strength in him that was different from that of ordinary people.
"found it!"
The light of the artificial eye locked onto Harold, and he successfully saw the political commissar lying on the hospital bed. At this moment, his heart stopped beating for a moment, as if someone had grabbed it hard.
Only half of the political commissar was left on the bed, with the area below the abdomen completely gone. In such a serious situation, only closure treatment was given. His bloodless face looked like a dead person, and he looked nothing like the ambitious leader before.
"Political Commissar...Political Commissar...I am Harold...I am Harold."
The "dead body" on the bed moved, and its cloudy eyes finally opened, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on its face.
"Harold... hehe... you are such a lucky guy."
"political commissar."
Harold was speechless at this time. He had experienced too many joys and sorrows in this single day. He was so tired that his head was splitting. He wanted to fall asleep immediately.
"Don't cry..Do you remember what I taught you?"
Harold nodded and took a deep breath. "I am a soldier from the 119th row of the 13th column. The laser gun in my hand is a powerful weapon for the God-Emperor to punish the enemy. My name is Harold Scott, and I am a brave warrior who represents the God-Emperor to slaughter the enemy."
"Very good...very good...don't worry about me...Not treating me...is my own choice...Political Commissar...Political Commissar should set an example...Leave the chance...to soldiers who have a better chance of survival..."
The political commissar said it very casually, but Harold felt very uncomfortable listening to it. He gritted his teeth, thought it over and asked the other party.
"Political Commissar, do you know anything about Rebos? Who is he?"
"Alas... I'm about to die... I really don't want to be a political commissar... As long as you're alive... you'll definitely have a chance to meet him again... Go ask him in person."
"Political Commissar, what should I do next?"
The political commissar slowly exhaled, stretched out his hand covered with dry mud and patted Harold's shoulder, and said weakly:
"When in doubt, ask the Divine Emperor, Lieutenant."
Although the political commissar does not have the ability to upgrade his military rank again, he will surely be able to get a promotion after the team is formed again. He is already a veteran and has undergone enhanced transformation.
"Commissar, let me take you there. Come on, open your mouth."
Harold opened the only remaining can of Akenberry, which was given to him by Rebs, but he wanted to keep this precious item to take his wife and daughter to taste... I didn't expect that he would encounter such a change when he was nearly 40. It was really magnificent.
"Thank you... it's so sweet... so delicious... thinking that I ate one more can of Akanberry than the millions of people in this battle, I have no regrets in my death. Thinking that I killed one more orc than the tens of millions of people before, I died gloriously.
Harold, keep living, for the sacrificed soldiers and the surviving civilians, try to live on. "
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"Congratulations, Sister Caroline. Your outstanding performance has earned you the position of senior nun. I hope you can set an example and take the lead for the sisters who have also been promoted to candidate nuns."
Bishop Ian, dressed in gorgeous clothes, stood in front of the statue and announced it to the public. Caroline, who had completed the promotion ceremony, and the other nuns immediately stood up.
In this war-torn scene, they demonstrated their ability to advance with their heroic demeanor, donning clothes and armor, accepting laurel wreaths, polishing swords, and pulling the bolts of their guns.
Caroline, wearing a silver-black nun-style power armor and holding the glowing holy spear of "Truth", turned to face the five hundred ambitious nuns in preparation, and then looked at the hundreds of interstellar refugees behind them.
She hoped to see that familiar figure among them, but the reality was just a bunch of pious faces waiting for her, the saint, to utter the words of the Emperor of God.
"Worship the Immortal God-Emperor
Because he is our protector
Praise the Immortal God-Emperor
Because He died for mankind
Ascend to the Immortal God Emperor
Because of His strict guidance
Reverence for the Immortal God-Emperor
Because of His eternal protection
Reverence for the Immortal God-Emperor
Because of His divine wisdom
Glorious Immortal God-Emperor
Because of His everlasting power
Praise the Immortal God-Emperor
Because of His all-seeing eyes
Praise to the Immortal God-Emperor
Because of His eternal reign
Hail the Immortal God-Emperor
Because He is the Lord and the Teacher
Worship the Immortal God-Emperor
Without Him we are nothing.”
The holy prayers were combined into a tender song, sung by thousands of people. In this cabin filled with holy charm, a new honors ceremony was launched again.
Hundreds of Space Marines marched in uniform, moving forward proudly as the crowd bowed to them. They had reason to be proud.
Because each of them won the power armor by killing thousands of beastmen, they were the leaders among the tens of thousands of people.
Pastor Caesar, Librarian Zakri, Pharmacist Morton, Technical Sergeant Dean, and several colleagues who fought bravely and were promoted to company commanders, they watched with satisfaction as the fresh blood expanded the power of the Fire Covenant and strengthened the slightly weakened regiment.
"Look! This is the angel, the most powerful warrior under the Emperor of God, the steel spear! The sharp sword! This is your son in his most handsome form.
And your daughter is also the descendant of the God-Emperor. Study, train, worship the God-Emperor, and work hard to become a member of the Sisterhood!"
Applause and shouts were like thunder, and the refugees expressed their gratitude profusely. They had been treated worse than pigs and dogs on the Rogue Trader's spaceship, and it was Pope Ian who saved them.
They are given jobs, food, and now they have the hope of seeing their children become nuns or angels. Their attitude towards the state religion, their gratitude to it, and their faith in the God-Emperor are even stronger.
"Sister Caroline, congratulations."
Caroline turned around and saw Sister Stica, who had taken off her power armor, coming with her predecessors to congratulate her. Her round belly represented the emergence of a new life, which was a supreme treasure and a gift from the God-Emperor.
"Thank you everyone, thank you Sister Stika, it's been 5 months, right?"
"Yes, five months and nine days old. This little guy has already started kicking my belly. He is a lively little man."
Everyone smiled sincerely. Although there were many children born on the ship, this was the first time they witnessed the birth of a life in their capacity.
"Where's Benson?"
"He's in Hangar C03, making a cannon for his son. He doesn't even know how to shoot his wife."
Although Stica complained about Benson, her expression was happy and cheerful.
"Haha, what a happy couple."
"This is a gift from the Emperor, but I feel really bad that I can't train the nuns. There's no time for me to stop training."
"This is a necessary moment, Sister Stika. You don't want Benson to worry about your health all the time."
As the nuns were discussing, Ian's voice came in at the right time. Everyone bowed and made way for them. Ian congratulated Caroline again and said to Stika with emotion:
"Your identity has changed now. You must learn how to be a competent mother. This is also a service to the Emperor. This is a feat of giving birth to a powerful offspring for him."
Stica gently stroked her increasingly round belly, nodded in agreement, greeted Caroline again, and then accompanied a group of nuns to other cabins to preach "The Imperial Truth" to the refugees.
Caroline watched everyone leave, and placed her hand on the cold armor. Under the cold metal was a more alienated body, a womb that could not give birth to life.
"Pope Ian, Rebos sent an encrypted message, let's go take a look together."
Zakli Think Tank came to inform them, so the two of them immediately followed each other to the encrypted darkroom.
"Without the help of Rebos, Riza would not have been able to provide such a large number of gene seeds for us to cultivate ourselves, and we would not be able to gather such a large number of soldiers even in two years." Pharmacist Morton said regretfully.
"Yes, the large inventory of raw materials for power armor is completely insufficient. It is only because of the other party that we can get them together. There are also 200 sets of surplus in the warehouse. At least this makes me feel more at ease." Technical Sergeant Dean said with emotion.
The other company commanders also kept expressing their thoughts. Such a huge war zone was getting closer and closer to the level of an apocalyptic war. If they were not careful, the entire regiment would be destroyed in an instant.
What's more, they don't even have their own battle barges now. All their belongings have been transferred to the Holy Reason of the State Religion. While they are restricted in their actions, their combat power is also declining sharply.
"Now Riza has informed us to go to the Hive World. On the one hand, we will join the navy to resist the invasion of the Orc fleet, and on the other hand, we will send ground forces to help the Astra Militarum advance." Ian said nervously.
"The 200,000 Catachan jungle warriors we brought back have now been wiped out. Your flanking tactics and the protection of the people by the state religion in the early stage are no longer allowed by Riza.
The strategic counterattack of the Hive World has entered its full swing, and Riza is concentrating as many people as possible to start a full-scale advance. If this happens, the forces we have just accumulated may be destroyed."
Ian was very sad. It was not easy to save some wealth, especially in such a difficult environment. Although killing the enemy was an important thing, saving the faith of the people of the empire was equally important now.
"Alright everyone, the message was decoded successfully."
[After receiving my message, immediately evacuate the war zone. There is no need to notify other combat groups, and there is no need to worry about warnings from Riza.
Note that there are three spatial coordinates in the secret document. A is the coordinate of the evacuation direction for everyone. B is the dangerous area, be careful to avoid it, the farther the better. C is the black ship of the Inquisition.
The joint investigation team of the Inquisition is approaching the location of the ship. Do not answer their questions and do not worry about the Inquisition's subsequent pursuit.
In 4 Terran moons, we will leave the Riza Sector and all the chaos. Don't worry, the questions will be answered. 】
The brief information provided a vast amount of questions. To complete a sector-level battle in four Terra moons was something that no one could even think of.
"Retreat...is this what we can do as sons of the fire dragon?"
"The Inquisition is probably here to investigate our relationship with Rebos. If we really let them on board, I'm afraid it will be difficult to leave."
"The coordinates of point C are less than 12 hours away from our ships. If we need to evacuate, we must make a decision now."
"But if we really want to leave, we must get the consent of the Chapter Joint Command. The Fire Covenant cannot do such an untrained act. We are not like the Dark Angels who cannot turn their backs to the other side."
"It's the Inquisitor again. They are a bunch of wild dogs that are like thorns in the flesh. They bite whoever they catch. They must be working with Riza. We must not have any contact with them."
"And how is it possible that the war can be ended in 4 months? At this level, it may not stop for 40 years. What dangers should we pay attention to? To what extent has he cooperated with the orcs?!"
One stone caused a thousand ripples. Everyone had different attitudes towards the information in the encrypted file. Ian certainly hoped to evacuate this dangerous battlefield, but most of the regiment still hoped to continue fighting.
Although they were grateful for everything Rebos had done, the gene seed in their hearts made them hate this situation of avoiding fighting, like a deserter.
Caroline watched the situation getting worse and worse. She knew that she needed a piece of news to interrupt everyone's suspicion and tell the darkest reality.
"Is it possible that he meant that after he achieves his goal, he will abandon Riza, the orcs... everything, and will not care about any other outcome."
Caroline seemed to have hit the nail on the head. Everyone immediately fell silent. It seemed that they were really going to become traitors... and become the red-headed mark on the Inquisition's hunting list.