In Warhammer, throwing a muddle is impossible.

Colonel Custer rushed into the command room, his face ashen.

"By the Emperor...this reaction speed...this is abnormal! Could it be the Inquisition's black ships? Have they come to carry out the extermination order?!"

Normally, even at full speed, subspace travel would take at least several months from receiving a distress signal to arriving at the destination.

Unless some force is guiding them, like a lighthouse, making them ignore the turbulence of the warp.

The four-person team instantly entered battle mode.

Solomon grabbed his scepter, strode out of the bunker, and looked up at the sky.

What emerged from the clouds were not the pitch-black Inquisition ships, but several silver-white strike cruisers, their massive skulls and shroud emblems gleaming in the sunlight.

“Not the Inquisition.” Caesar narrowed his eyes, and the database instantly provided a match. “It’s the Battle Sisters of the State Church. Judging from the paint scheme… the Silver Shroud Order?”

"Hopefully they're not a bunch of lunatics," Vlad said, pursing his lips.

Several Valkyrie transport planes roared down and landed in the square in front of the Governor's Mansion.

The hatch opened, and fully armed combat nuns filed out, their explosive guns already loaded, ready to purify any heretics at any moment.

The leading nun, Elena Valentine, was clad in silver power armor.

Her face was tense, bracing her for a fierce battle.

After all, according to the Star Speakers' intelligence, the distress signals sent from here had long been cut off, and in theory, this place should have already become a paradise for demons.

The reason the fleet rushed here at full speed despite the warp storm, even at the cost of engine overload, was that during their journey, they detected an extremely powerful, pure, and warm psionic energy fluctuation that pierced through the fog of warp like a lighthouse.

That was the guidance of the God-Emperor!

However, when Elena set foot on the planet Quint, she was stunned.

There were no demons everywhere, no blasphemous runes.

On the ruins before her stood four tall, black giants.

Especially the one at the very front.

A golden halo swirled around him; it was not an ordinary psionic shield, but rather a more sacred and warmer texture.

What shocked Elena even more was that, at the giant's feet, tender green grass miraculously sprouted from the scorched earth that should have been burned by chaotic energy and barren of everything.

The greenery spreads outwards from him, as if he himself were the source of life.

In the eyes of the elder sister, this was an undeniable miracle.

"By the Divine Emperor..."

She instinctively wanted to kneel down, but Solomon quickly stopped her.

“Sister, my apothecary brothers are in need of manpower,” Solomon’s voice came from under his helmet.

"Medical team! Go to the wounded area! Clean it up!" Elena snapped out of her daze and immediately gave the order.

Although there were no demons, those thousands of survivors must have been teeming with mutations and plague.

A large number of medical staff and nuns rushed into the medical area.

They were prepared to see a living hell—festering wounds, wailing patients, and bloodstains everywhere.

However, the moment they pushed open the door, they were greeted by a pungent but reassuring smell of disinfectant.

Rows of hospital beds were neatly arranged, and all the wounded had been properly taken care of.

Those severely severed limbs have been perfectly stitched up, the infected wounds have been thoroughly cleaned and bandaged, and even the vital signs of the few critically injured who were on the verge of death are now incredibly stable.

In the center of the hall, there was only one figure.

Osiris had just waved goodbye to the ghost medical team that had worked hard all night.

He was wearing that jet-black power armor and was carefully wiping a scalpel in his hand, which was stained with a little blood, with a rag.

"This……"

The leading nurse nun covered her mouth in astonishment. "This was done by a pharmacist? How is that possible?"

This workload would keep even a complete medical unit busy for three days and three nights!

Hearing the noise, Osiris turned around.

As he watched the dozens of white-robed nuns pour in through the door, his eyes, hidden beneath his mask, lit up.

It's not because of their beauty, but because they're all skilled workers! They're all free labor!

What are you standing there for?

Osiris's voice was cold and authoritative, carrying an unquestionable professionalism: "The patients in the third row need their dialysis fluid changed, and the ten on the left need their gene sequence retested. Since you're here, don't just stand there like idiots."