Warhammer 30k and the Great Tomb of Nazarick

Chapter 56 Paradise Disciples
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The cruiser Flowing Fire is sailing through the warp.

The 957th Independent Heavy Armored Regiment on board was the friendly force that came to support the White Scars in response to their call for help.

But now they are facing some minor problems.

Major Arthur Clipton handed a report to the regiment commander, Colonel Jaika Lukashenavich.

Colonel Yaika comes from a military aristocratic family. Unlike Mamiko, who is unruly and would physically communicate with the mechanical priest, Colonel Yaika attaches great importance to order and etiquette.

Her military uniform was always clean and tidy, and her short light blonde hair was always meticulously groomed.

There is a huge, hideous scar like a centipede on Yaika's left cheek, which ruins Yaika's delicate features but adds a murderous aura.

This scar was caused by an alien when Yaika was protecting civilians in the early years of the war.

With the technology of the Human Empire, this scar could actually be easily removed, but Yaika chose to keep it to remember the abomination of the alien.

Colonel Yaika read the report carefully and frowned slightly.

“Have these guys who call themselves Paradise Disciples expanded again?”

One thing that gave Colonel Yaika a headache was that a belief called Disciples of Paradise appeared on the lower deck of the Liuhuo at some point in time.

According to investigation, this Paradise Disciple should be a branch of the Emperor's Savior Sect. They claim that the Emperor God is the Lord of Paradise.

The great God-Emperor created the earth and mankind in seven days, and when mankind was in danger, the God-Emperor once again saved His creation.

Now the God-Emperor has launched a great crusade with twenty-one God-Sons to save his people who are still suffering in the darkness.

Well, the writer of this paragraph seems to be of very poor ability, even getting the number of Primarchs wrong.

Finally, the God-Emperor will re-establish the great paradise and accept all humans into it. In paradise, there will be no more famine and viruses, and everyone will live in harmony with nature.

Enjoy seven kinds of tranquility and seven kinds of great happiness.

According to this doctrine, it seems completely unnecessary to believe in Paradise disciples.

After all, sooner or later the Emperor will create a paradise that will accept everyone.

So the disciples of Paradise said that the God-Emperor actually established the prototype of Paradise. Instead of waiting for the future God-Emperor to create Paradise to save all mankind, it is better to join the disciples of Paradise now and get the admission ticket to Paradise in advance.

After all, the Emperor's Savior Faction was created by Lorgar, the Primarch of the Word Bearers. Although it is not in line with the Imperial truth, we still have to give some face to the Seventeenth Prince.

Colonel Yaika's way of dealing with things is usually to organize people to study the Imperial Truth, and after the study, give extra meals to those who perform well.

This operation is usually very effective. Generally, those who put their spiritual needs into religion are low-level sailors or coolies on the lower decks.

These people work very hard and generally have little education, so it is easy for them to seek out strange religions to numb themselves.

Organizing them to learn the imperial truth means telling them what they truly believe in and what they rely on.

Gods are illusory, but the science and rationality that the Emperor talks about are the foundation for humans to stand proudly among the stars.

Giving extra meals to those who perform well satisfies their material needs and some psychological needs for recognition.

Of course, the most important thing is to maintain a good promotion channel. Although the work of low-level sailors and coolies is hard, if they perform outstandingly or have enough qualifications, they can also become formal sailors.

Only in this way can they be motivated to work.

Colonel Yaika was sure that the most important ascent route had not been closed, and that supplies to the lower deck had not been withheld, but why was the number of Paradise Disciples increasing?
"Arthur, you said that the symbols of the disciples of Paradise were found on the lower deck?"

Major Arthur is Colonel Yaika's right-hand man. He has a steady personality and outstanding working ability. All matters related to the Flowing Fire and the 957th Armored Regiment cannot be separated from him.

Major Arthur pointed to some photos in the report and said
"Yes, the Seven-Feathered Imperial Eagle. This pattern with six extra feathers on the tail of the Imperial Eagle is the symbol of the Paradise Disciples. This symbol now appears on about 30% of the lower deck." "The work efficiency of the lower deck?"

"There is absolutely no impact, and it has even increased by 15 percent compared to before."

"Were there any deductions in rations?"

"No, I checked it myself, and there was no deduction. Although the food at the lower level was not good, there was no problem getting enough to eat."

“How often have conflicts occurred recently?”

"It's down 70 percent from normal."

"What is the result of the reconfirmation of the promotion mechanism?"

“Two people took advantage of the opportunity to accept bribes and have been punished, but even so the overall mechanism has not been affected.”

"That's really strange."

"The new light of science shines brighter than the old light of magic. Why, then, should our vision seem narrower?"

Colonel Yaika casually quoted a famous saying of a 29k philosopher, and then continued:
"How long will it take us to reach our destination?"

"If nothing goes wrong, it will take about a week."

Colonel Yaika's frown deepened.

"Send someone to investigate further. If this strange religion that goes against the truth of the Empire is allowed to spread in the New World, it will be our responsibility."

Colonel Yaika reached out and scratched his scar. For some reason, this old scar felt a little itchy.

"Everything has its cause and effect. If something starts to spread inexplicably, it must be because we don't understand its internal connection. Let's find a few smart people to investigate it carefully."

……………………The lower deck of the Flowing Fire…………

The human empire has always been very free in terms of the organization of regiments.

Although the 957th Independent Heavy Armored Regiment is called a regiment, it should actually be called a mixed armored division.

The 957th Regiment has a total of people, tanks of various models, more than armored vehicles and self-propelled artillery.

To maintain such a large force, a large number of logistical personnel are needed.

On the lower deck gathered about 30,000 lower-class sailors and coolies.

Generally, those who come to serve as low-level sailors are those who cannot survive on their original planets because they are too poor, and they join the ship out of a gamble.

But this is the 30k era after all. Although the working conditions of low-level sailors and coolies are difficult, they are still employees, not the cattle status of the 40k era.

Although the air on the lower deck is turbid and stuffy, it is definitely not like the 40k era where many places are even filled with poisonous gas and the radiation is seriously exceeded.

Although the food is all synthetic, at least I can eat my fill.

Although it is difficult for low-level sailors to become regular employees, there is still hope, and there will not be a situation like the 40k class where they are slaves for generations.

Therefore, it is very strange that a new religion that goes against the imperial truth suddenly becomes popular without any major changes.

Now they are about to reach a new battlefield. Major Arthur looks very angry. He called many lower-level leaders to question them and sent many soldiers to investigate what is going on.

Sergeant Joey was one of them. As a soldier who had been promoted from the lower-level sailor, he was very familiar with returning to the lower deck.

Taking a deep breath of the turbid air with the smell of engine oil, Sergeant Joey, who had already changed into an old sailor suit, quickly blended into a group of people who were leaving work to eat.

(End of this chapter)