Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 295 Mathieu's Arrival
According to the records.

The first person to notice something was wrong that day was Taylor.

Then there are the local medical sisters and Anglican priests.

Next came the soldiers and local residents.

Therefore, the little girl's appearance seemed abrupt and abnormal, but she recovered the patient just by touching him.

Just by kissing the spring water, the undrinkable liquid will turn into clear spring water.

Like the miracle in legend, at that moment she became the miracle itself.

Ecclesiarchs and nuns claimed to have seen a flicker of golden light on the girl's body, and soldiers and civilians heard the Emperor's phantom voice.

Only Taylor remembered that a silver sun was hanging in the sky, shining its warmth on the residents of the empire.

Now he was inside the fortress, looking at the sweet spring water in the cup, and looking at the girl from Krieg, the cult girl, and the high-ranking officers of Skadi in surprise.

He took a sip of the stuff and once again confirmed that it had been completely purified. Even the reservoir, which theoretically could only flow in one direction, had turned into clean liquid.

Lieutenant Colonel Devoros said reverently, "This is a miracle from the Emperor..."

He performed a typical imperial religious etiquette. Because the empire was composed of multiple worlds, there was only one standard for religious behavior.

That is Emperor Xin.

Lieutenant Colonel Devoros's ceremony should be a typical Calth ceremony.

However, Taylor has seen the Emperor's miracles no less than four times. If you count his good luck, he probably meets the Emperor every day.

Thinking of this, Taylor suddenly remembered how overbearing the Emperor's power was.

Even he was almost drained of his energy when he came into contact with the Emperor's Sword.

Even a living saint could not purify the air and water polluted by Nurgle so easily.

She can cure the poisons and death specially prepared by the Crucible, but the price behind it must be quite cruel.

Taylor asked. "Um, my 'chief guard,' is that girl okay?"

The cult girl replied belatedly. "Oh...oh?! Oh!"

"That girl who used the power of the Corpse... Emperor of God. Although her body is healthy, her soul has been burned to pieces."

"That terrifying... no, divine power is truly awe-inspiring."

"I've tried my best to take care of her. She needs spiritual nourishment more than medical treatment..."

Having said that, she licked the corner of her mouth. Even though this lady now has a neat short haircut and wears armor, she still shows an inexplicable evil charm.

She said in a seductive yet terrifying voice, "If I could be given the souls of a few people who deserved it, I could completely heal her injuries~"

Lieutenant Colonel Devoros said, as if possessed by a demon. "I know there are a few in the prison..."

But Taylor answered without hesitation. "Get lost."

Hearing that scolding, Devolos belatedly realized what he had said. He looked at the woman in disbelief. "Witch..."

"wizard?!"

He forced himself to calm down, then stammered, "Sir, we cannot allow illegal psykers to participate in this meeting. She is not wearing any psyker suppressors, nor is there a collar to control her. Such a mad dog..."

The cultist lady raised her hands in anger, and at the critical moment, Taylor hit her on the head.

"Stop, everyone, we are now discussing a serious matter, which is whether that girl will die tragically because of her role as the Emperor's vessel."

The cult girl rubbed her head and replied, "Without human sacrifice or ritual, even if her soul is born with saint-level power."

"I think after a certain point, she will still fall apart."

Taylor described it. "Like a match."

"Damn it..." he said belatedly.

"Does the Imperial Church know about this?"

Lieutenant Colonel Devoros replied. "Besides the Sisters Medical and the Ecclesiarch, I believe they should be fully aware of what happened." "Even without the assistance of the psykers, they should have a good idea of the whole story."

At this point, a soldier reported that a transport plane was starting to land.

Taylor said in disbelief. "At this time? The sky is full of Chaos Space Marine battle barges!"

As he led his men out of the conference hall, he saw dozens of standard state religion transport ships rapidly descending. Their speed was unusually fast, breaking through a large amount of artillery fire and attacks.

However, the dense firepower network still tore apart several transport planes, and the others spontaneously combusted in the atmosphere due to their high speed. In the end, only two planes fell to the ground in tatters with heavy burn marks.

As the two tattered machines fell, one plunged headfirst into the sea of filth, while the other landed in the Talos Fortress under the protection of the Emperor.

Taylor was stunned by this. This was simply sacrificing teammates in exchange for landing...

As he approached the transport plane, the surviving machine spirit finally couldn't hold on any longer, and it drew an arc on the tarmac and performed a wing disintegration show.

As many soldiers with fire extinguishers and hydraulic equipment tried to rescue the imperial priests, a dervish in a linen robe crawled out from the gap.

He looked only slightly stained with motor oil, with a chainsaw sword hanging from his waist. He looked handsome and well-mannered.

He is Mathieu, the imperial war messenger and a highly respected saint.

But saint is a title for the dead, so he is not one now, but people already regard him as one.

One who carries out the Emperor's will.

When he walked out of the transport plane, it was as if the whole world had stopped. He ignored the soldiers who were rescuing the wounded in the transport plane, ignored the noisy sounds, and ignored the heat blowing in his face.

Even without wearing protective clothing, they walked directly on this chaos-contaminated soil.

He walked right up to Taylor.

But before he could say anything, Taylor said.

"Impossible, that girl won't give it to you."

Mathieu remained calm and collected, simply recounting, "This is the Emperor's will, this is the Emperor's grace, this is her fate, this is her destiny."

Taylor replied. "What does that have to do with me?"

Mathieu said seriously, "You are fighting against the state religion."

Taylor replied. "I'm sorry, but I'm a peasant from the trenches and can't understand your High Gothic farts."

"waahhg......~"

He shook his head, pretending to be crazy, and said to Mathieu.

"I know you are also a warrior, and I also know that you have your own destiny and values."

"But I cannot tolerate the Empire having to rely on sacrifice to solve its problems again."

Mathieu said, "Without sacrifice, how can there be victory?"

"You can also see the silver light. He chose you to be the guardian of that lady."

"But that doesn't mean you can tarnish her responsibility."

"Her destiny."

Taylor said, "Wait until I can't defeat them. Then you can do whatever you want with that little girl."

"Now that the Imperial Guard is still standing here, your remarks are an insult to my responsibility."

Mathieu laughed. "Let's see which of our choices is right."

"And I know that no matter the process, the result is already predetermined."

"The Emperor..."

Taylor turned and left, cursing, "You stinking bastard."

(End of this chapter)