Warhammer 40K in a box

Chapter 185: The Governor's Office Agent

In the altar of the Blood Oath Order, a young man was working hard.

Countless candles were hung on the dome of the altar, and the faint light swayed in the air, casting mottled light and shadows.

The candlelight shines on the stone walls of the altar, outlining the ancient reliefs. The carved icons seem to be watching everyone who enters here.

The air was filled with the faint scent of incense and herbs, mixed with an indescribable sense of solemnity.

His figure appeared particularly thin in the dim light, but revealed a sense of tenacity and indomitable spirit.

Although his movements were a little clumsy due to the mechanical prosthesis, every detail revealed an almost obsessive concentration.

Whether he was wiping the stone steps of the altar or arranging the sacred vessels on the altar, his movements were meticulous.

He looked young, only in his early twenties. One of his arms and legs had been replaced with mechanical prostheses, reflecting the metallic luster in the candlelight, as if telling of his past.

There were several scars on his face, as if he had experienced brutal battles, and each scar was like a medal engraved in his life.

Despite being covered in scars, his eyes were still clear, with a bit of the youthful vigor.

In those eyes, there is both hope for the future and calmness about the past.

He was wearing the uniform of the National Defense Force. Although it looked a bit old and worn, it was cleaned very cleanly and the damaged parts were carefully patched up. It was obvious that he took good care of this clothes.

There were still some traces of battle on his military uniform, but whenever he lowered his head to adjust the corner of his clothes, a trace of nostalgia and pride would flash in his eyes.

That military uniform is not just a piece of clothing, but also a symbol of his former glory and responsibility.

"Paul, please help me move this box of healing potion to the warehouse at the back." A nun called out to him, her voice gentle but with a hint of urgency.

The nun's figure looked particularly gentle in the candlelight. She held a thick scripture in her hand, but her eyes were always on Paul with a hint of concern.

Her robe was embroidered with the emblem of the Order of the Blood, a blood-red ring of thorns, symbolizing the order's faith and mission.

Next to the nun was a box that looked quite heavy, filled with bottles and jars of healing potions, which were the daily supplies needed for the altar.

Paul hurried over and greeted the nun with a shy smile on his face. He answered in a low voice, but full of respect: "Okay, Sister, I'll go right away."

After saying that, he bent down and picked up the box steadily with his mechanical prosthesis and intact arm.

Although the weight of the box made him frown slightly, he did not complain at all. He just adjusted his posture and walked towards the warehouse behind the altar with firm steps.

The joints of the prosthetic limb made slight noises, and it sounded like they needed to be oiled.

Paul didn't care. After moving the box to the warehouse and putting it away, he returned to the altar and got busy again.

It was not until dusk that Paul said goodbye to the priests and nuns at the altar and left to return to his own residence.

Paul was a retired veteran of the Defense Forces. Though only in his early twenties, he had already served for four years, even passing the Alien Hunter test. He was only discharged after being crippled by injury. In fact, with the Empire's technology, even if you lost your entire heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, let alone a limb, the Mechanicus could easily build you a replacement, complete with both mechanical and biochemical implants.

If you can afford it, you can ask the Mechanicus to directly give you a set of Mechanical Ascension, which can be even more powerful than the Astartes.

Even the mechanics are happy to do so. Except for a few conservatives who pursue pure flesh, the vast majority of the Mechanicus are cyborg fanatics who pursue mechanical ascension to the point of changing their own brains.

This is getting off topic. To be honest, with Paul's status and contributions in the Defense Force, he can continue to stay in the army after undergoing prosthetic transformation.

After all, veterans with rich combat experience are extremely valuable to both the Defense Force and the Astra Militarum. Simply put, one veteran is better than ten rookies.

Even if Paul felt that he was no longer suitable for the front-line combat troops, he could go to logistics or the recruit camp, and at least continue to stay in the defense force.

But Paul was unwilling to do so. He always felt that he should not stay in the army since he was disabled.

So after receiving a retirement allowance, he left the Defense Force.

His choice puzzled many people, but for Paul, it was a kind of persistence for himself.

He would rather find an ordinary job and support himself than rely on the protection of the army.

But every time when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Paul would sit in his little room and gently wipe the badge of the Defense Force.

The eagle emblem on the badge still shines brightly, as if reminding him of his past glory and responsibility.

He always prayed silently in his heart, hoping that he could continue to contribute to this empire under the starry sky, even if it was only a tiny bit.

The opportunity soon came. Shortly after Paul retired from the Defense Forces, someone found him.

Because of his outstanding military service record, the Governor's Office recruited him as a spy.

Joining the altar of the Blood Oath Order and understanding the operation of the order is the task assigned to him by the Governor's Office.

Paul didn't understand why, but he still followed the instructions of the Lord's Mansion and joined the Blood Oath Order to investigate the situation within the order.

The operation of the Blood Oath Order is quite simple. The priests and nuns of the order are responsible for diagnosing and treating patients and collecting blood from healthy people. The blood will be collected together, then refined and processed, and finally made into blood potions or pure plasma for medical treatment.

There was nothing shameful about the whole process. Even a laborer like Paul, who had just joined the order, could easily understand the entire process.

If there is anything that makes people feel that there is a problem, it may be that the order collects a considerable amount of plasma, but the amount of blood potions and pure plasma obtained after processing is very small, only about one tenth of the total plasma.

However, this might just be normal loss, Paul didn't know. After all, after each processing, the originally turbid and filthy plasma would become pure and bright, and the color would become like a dazzling flame. This made him feel that perhaps there was the blessing of the great power of the God-Emperor.

But he did not let this idea affect his thinking. He still recorded all the information he saw truthfully and reported it without any personal subjective judgment or emotion.

He knew that his mission was only to observe and provide the most detailed intelligence to the Governor's Office, and he did not need to add any unnecessary information himself.

(End of this chapter)