The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Guard

As the eldest daughter of one of the Federation's most prestigious families, Nova Belle has lived a life of luxury since birth, with loving parents and a doting older brother.

Of course, Novabée had noticed her difference since she could remember; she could sense other people's thoughts. But this wasn't an active skill; it was a passive perception.

Young Novabeth had no idea what psychic powers were. She was so well protected by her family that she was unaware of the potential dangers of awakening her psychic powers on her own.

And so, tragedy struck: nearly 400 innocent people died in that out-of-control psionic storm.

Novabe was enveloped in helplessness, despair, guilt, and fear, just as she is now.

For weeks, hunger had gripped her entire being; her thin clothing offered no protection against the night's chill; immense mental stress tormented her constantly; and the side effects of her psychic powers often left her with splitting headaches.

This once pampered body and mind have long been tormented and riddled with holes, on the verge of complete collapse.

When she saw that family photo, when Fagin lunged at her, Novabéu's heart was already dead; she had killed too many innocent people in order to survive.

She felt she was about to die, and perhaps that was for the best, so she wouldn't hurt anyone anymore.

If there is an afterlife, Novabine thought, after I have received the punishment I deserve, will I be able to see my parents one last time?

Now, Novabéu has decided to face her trial.

The light shone on Novabé's face, and a strange tranquility descended upon her, soothing the pain in her heart.

Novabée sensed that Fagin, who had acted like a beast, had stopped tearing at her clothes, and she felt warmth and peace once again.

She opened her eyes in a daze; it was the most unforgettable sight of her life.

Against the backdrop of the perpetually gray sky over the slums, a sacred, majestic, and golden-glowing armored giant stood silently in the center of this world.

The armored giant, like a god from ancient legends, dispelled the chill in the slums simply by existing.

He held a long spear, which emitted a cool, moonlit silver light that intertwined with the golden glow of his armor, creating a scene that transcended the mundane.

Fagin and his men, their legs broken, knelt to one side, their pistols knocked from their hands. The immense pain and fear made them tremble uncontrollably.

"god……"

Novanbe uttered the word hoarsely. She had never believed in God. In her family's elite education, religion was nothing more than a tool for controlling the lower classes, and the universe consisted only of cold physical laws and cruel power struggles.

But at this moment, faced with such a sacred sight, only this word remained in her mind.

The golden-armored giant who appeared here was Elpis, who secretly arrived on the surface of Tarsonis in his modified transport plane.

He quickly located the out-of-control psychic and witnessed the brutality committed against him by three gang members.

And the apostle of the Lord of Mankind will bring his judgment.

"Novanbe Annabella Terra," Elpis's calm voice came, "pain and sin are deeply embedded in your soul. However, this is not your end; atonement is the direction of your future."

"Atony?" Novanbe struggled to sit up, leaning against the corner of the wall, her eyes fixed on the dazzling golden light. "In that accident, I killed 385 people. In the slums, I killed 13. I have nothing now, what right do I have to atone?"

"Power is neither good nor evil; the key lies in its user," Elpis said. "Psionic power is your gift and your curse. Use your gift wisely, rather than being controlled by it."

"Use your talents to save more people, to save more families. This is your path to redemption."

Novabéu shuddered, tears welling in her eyes. At least for this moment, she seemed to have a glimmer of hope for survival, a sense of purpose for the future. Her lips moved slightly: "Who... are you?"

"I am both the spear and the shield of humanity," Elpiston said after a pause. "An ordinary man who protects humanity."

As soon as he finished speaking, Elpis extended his palm, palm up, and held it in mid-air. It was not a forceful gesture, but a simple invitation.

Looking at the enormous metal hand before her, Novabén remained silent for a moment, then mustered all her strength and stood up unsteadily.

She took a deep breath, stretched out her grime-covered hands, and carefully grasped a finger of the huge hand that gave her such a sense of security.

In an instant, a warm and firm sensation spread from her fingertips throughout her body, and her trembling body, which had been shaking from the cold and fear, miraculously stopped. Tears, which she could no longer hold back, streamed down her dirty cheeks.

At this moment, a repentant soul and an eternal servant beneath the throne quietly entered into a pact of redemption.

"Lesson one," Elpis said, looking down at the little girl clutching one of his fingers tightly. "What we need to do with these abusers is send them to the Golden Throne to repent."

Nova didn't know what the Golden Throne was, but she understood what he meant. Nova moved slowly, picked up the pistol beside Fagin, and stared angrily at the three people kneeling on the ground.

"Wait! Spare me!" The three terrified gang members begged for mercy. Their legs had been broken, and they could only lie on the ground, desperately trying to move their bodies with their hands to escape.

"Bang, bang..."

Gunfire rang out in an alley in the slums, a total of thirteen shots, leaving three gang members with thirteen holes in their backs.

The pistol ran out of bullets, and wisps of smoke drifted from the muzzle. Novabé's hands went numb from the recoil, but she persisted and fired every last bullet.

Novabéu gasped for breath, threw the pistol on the ground, and looked up at Elpis, who had remained silent.

She couldn't see the face behind the helmet, and telepathy was ineffective on the person in front of her, but she still felt a strong sense of holiness and redemption, which captivated her.

"Remember, we control anger, not the other way around."

"It's all over here." The little girl nodded and came to Elpis's side. "I want to change my name. Novanbe is dead, and everything she had in this world is gone. I want to walk this path of redemption with a new identity."

Elpis didn't speak, but simply nodded in agreement with the little girl.

"Nova." She paused for a moment, then continued, "My name will be Nova from now on."

"Nova." Elpis looked down at Nova, whose eyes had rekindled their hope for survival. "Let's go, it's time to go home."

Elpis turned around, his cloak drawing a perfect arc in the air, and walked away into the distance with the newborn Nova.

Only the corpses of three sinners and the eternally unchanging, cold moonlight remained.