This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 390 Live well, that's all I ask of you.

When the angels descend, all illnesses disappear.

"Praise be to the God-King, praise be to Saint Gilles, praise be to the Seraphim Karna."

The sounds of praise rose and fell, echoing through the sky.

People attribute this miracle to the power of the holy angels.

Karna felt a burning rage within him.

He held the old man's gradually warming hand tightly, and the flames in his chest burned ever brighter.

He is not a god.

The realm of angels is not vast, nor do they possess the authority to purify. The reason they are able to drive away the suffering brought by the plague and remove the shadow of the safe house is largely due to the cooperation of the plague's master.

Negroes doesn't care how many people live or how many people die.

Since death would draw the attention of the Wings of Dawn, He would summon death; since life would keep the Wings of Dawn occupied, He would allow life to linger on.

Since we prioritize people, we should firmly grasp what we value most.

And plague happens to be the simplest way.

Throughout the rise and fall of countless intelligent races in the galaxy, what often causes mass extinctions in certain periods is not continuous warfare, but rather the silent spread of plagues.

It brings death, strife, and despair, reshapes society, and then brings about another war.

As for these corrupted souls, would you dare to accept them?
Would you dare to accept it at the risk of corrupting those pure souls?
Karna once again experienced firsthand the wickedness of the four gods.

Very despicable.

But it's useful.

No?
"Lord Karna"

The old man's withered fingers gripped the seraph's hand tightly, his cracked lips trembled, but he could not utter a single word.

The girl in the next bed, unconscious, murmured in a nightmare tormented by her illness:
"I don't want to die."

This faint cry of anguish revealed the heartfelt sentiments of all the patients.

He has personally witnessed nearly forty years of profound changes, stumbling out from the era when he struggled to survive in the abyss of the Nest City and the toxic wasteland.

As his life gradually improved, a job and income enabled him to build a home that he had only dreamed of before. He had a virtuous wife, filial children, and grandchildren around him.

He didn't want to die yet; he longed to continue breathing and live in this increasingly beautiful country.

What's wrong with just wanting to live?
"I see."

Karna looked at the old man. Human life is so short. The young man he met forty years ago when he was conducting postwar census work has now become a white-haired old man.

He was just a technician, an ordinary worker in a factory that produced precision timepieces.

There are billions of people like him on this planet. Not everyone can pass the exam to become a Voidship worker, nor is everyone qualified to pass the rigorous selection process of the Loyal Succession Academy to become a glorious warrior.

They are mediocre and ordinary.

Lacking grand ideals and exceptional talent, they could only seek or remain huddled in mundane daily life, appearing to the imperial elite as nothing more than a group of useless commoners.

The countless resources they have created through pooling their strength may be destroyed along with them by a single defeat of the Imperial Navy, falling into oblivion and forgotten.

But Karna didn't think so.

It is this torrent of ants that nourishes the lifeblood of the empire.

He gazed at the old man's eyes, which were gradually regaining their light, and saw hope in them.

My friends are right; the universe is far too harsh on almost all life forms.

Alive.

This is enough.

You are just ordinary people, one of countless others. Just live your own lives well, why be so demanding?

"Live well."

Karna did not rebuke you for not being devout enough like a state priest, nor did he despise you for not being brave enough like a noble officer.

Having witnessed countless vicissitudes of life firsthand, he was never an arrogant ruler.

He simply went along with what the old man was saying.

"Alive."

The Seraph proclaimed in a clear voice, which reached everyone's ears: "This is what I require of you."

He gazed into the old man's fully recovered eyes, as if he could see the twenty years the man had struggled to survive in the poisonous wasteland.

"Leave the rest to us, just like before."

Karna looked around and felt the emotions of people of all ages reflected in him.

"Until then—"

"Please wait and have hope."

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The old man hesitated for a moment, but finally released his grip.

That face always seemed to wear a gentle smile that instinctively made everyone want to believe it, and everyone subconsciously calmed down.

The surrounding medical staff continued to rapidly expand the isolation area, transport medical supplies, and prepare medical plans based on the previous symptoms of each patient.

They received prior notification.

The plague will not end. The adults can only suppress the outbreak of the plague symptoms for a short period of time. During this time, the medical staff can get enough rest and ensure the survival of more people in the future.

Karna also turned away after a brief exchange of words of comfort.

This was the last place on this planet. Stepping out of the quarantine zone and undergoing multiple rounds of disinfection, Karna boarded the Stormbird.

A moment of silence fell over the area.

"Sir, the relevant cases have been statistically analyzed, and they still fall into the three types accumulated previously."

Tycho Brahe, the company commander of the Holy Blood Angels, spoke to Karna, whose face was grave.

Although the interactions between Primarchs have always been unpredictable, especially since Lord Ramses likes to set up bets that make people call him "father," which is unusually approachable but also shatters any illusions, none of the four Primarchs like the Astartes to call them "father."

This led most warbands to address them as 'Sir'.

"Herpes, lacrimation, and dengue fever."

"Still these three types?"

As the spaceship started, Karna remained standing on the windowsill, his gaze never leaving the planet below.

The plague has swept across such a wide area that it has even affected the Gothic Sector, forcing the Gothic Fleet to remain holed up in Abyss Harbor and unable to provide support to the various sectors currently being harassed by the Black Legion.

Fortunately, with Arthur around, the Dawn Galaxy and several surrounding galaxies remained normal. Freed from the influence of subspace, and thanks to the highly efficient operating system built over decades, they were able to quickly address the symptoms and continue to efficiently direct the implementation of epidemic prevention measures in the other affected galaxies.

Despite the agonizing ordeal, the Dawn Sector has managed to stabilize itself in the first offensive.

"Yes, the think tank only found signs of the plague in these three symptoms; the rest can be treated with normal technical means."

Tycho Brahe consciously refrained from providing the relevant files, as these were not matters for the Seraphim to concern themselves with.

"Send it to Romulus through the Spirit Network, and share it with the Grey Knights as well. Also, urge them to hurry up for me."

Karna immediately gave the order, then quickly added, "By the way, have the Wailers' think tank issue it."

These are extraordinary times, and the Warp is becoming increasingly dangerous due to the activities of the Four Gods.

While the Wailers' think tank may not possess the same divinely chosen talent as Digglis or Mephisto, its psionic stability is unparalleled.

Think tanks that have survived the curse of genetic seeds are invariably synonymous with stability.

"understand!"

Frost, who was accompanying the group, immediately took on the task.

With the presence of the Weeping Ones and Karna's power, they can easily find the weakest areas in the galaxy and eliminate these threats in the most direct way.

Those who weep can also provide a lot of help in dealing with the pandemic.

What are the actual application results of the Black Stone Array?

Karna asked again.

"Failed."

"Frost replied, a deep sadness showing in his eyes."

"The black stone array we constructed in the experimental area was reversed by the forces of chaos, which exacerbated the impact. The contaminated area even saw the emergence of Nurgle plague zombies."

Karna, with an expression that said "I knew it," closed his eyes slightly.

"Perhaps fire is more effective in the current situation."

Gabriel Seth was trying to make a joke.

A rather inappropriate joke, yet my heart felt as heavy as lead.

And those around him were clearly used to Seth's mouth.

Anyway, there's no hope for him. At least he's not careless when he's working, and nobody says anything if he just puts on a helmet.

"grown ups?"

Tycho Brahe looked at Karna with a serious expression.

As one of the few all-rounders in both war and paperwork within the Holy Blood Angels, he was responsible for coordinating almost all of the Seraphim's actions and knew what the Grey Knight and Lord Ramses were investigating.

They rely on these symptoms and the Nurgle markings on them to pinpoint the Nurgle Archdemons spreading these viruses, and then kill them in the Warp.

This is an extremely dangerous act.

Even though Lord Ramses' assurances meant that a powerful demon capable of exerting such influence over reality couldn't possibly be hiding in the impregnable castle of Nurgle's Garden, this journey still required a thorough exploration of that dangerous garden.
Even Tycho Brahe, who had always been incredibly proud of the Seraphim's power, couldn't help but feel a pang of melancholy at the thought.

They really can't afford to lose another archangel.

In particular, no members other than psionicists will participate in this battle; they can only watch as the Wings of Dawn tear apart the shackles that had bound them tightly before the battle even began.

"This battle is unavoidable. Our enemies will not stand idly by and watch us send the sector's power to where it is needed."

Karna's voice was resolute.

His gaze was fixed on the stars, and countless figures flashed before his eyes, along with the emotions they evoked in him at that moment.

No one could feel the pain of those tormented souls better than him.

Tycho Brahe remained silent, able to sense the almost exploding flames emanating from the Seraphim.

The blazing flames flickered in his eyes.

Chaos has no such thing as pity, morality, or bottom line. Your pain because of their cruelty and irrationality, and your self-pity because you can't do anything, will only make these inherently evil beings happier.

Only responding with an equal death can instill fear in them.

Karna must hold onto this only advantage they have, and then use it as a weapon to pierce the enemy's chest.

"They will die."

The Stormbirds entered the hangar, and the fleet immediately set off.

He took one last look at the distant planet, and on this planet once again shrouded in suffering, he made a promise to himself and to everyone.

"They all will."

(End of this chapter)