Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 711 (12) An unexpected encounter with her

"Blood God followers, mutants, Slaanesh cultists, unknown creatures... For a nun's home world, this place is really a mess."

Sigismund made this comment while flipping through the latest situation briefing as he gathered at the port with his eight mixed Primaris squads and Techmarines, preparing to head towards the lower levels of the City of Endurance, one of the largest hive cities on Cydricar.

"Who says it isn't?" said Technical Sergeant Pavas, fiddling with his auspicious instrument. The sergeant's duties and status in the Fourth Company were equivalent to the adjutant of an ordinary company. Apparently, Desorian's personal love for Centurion and Terminator armor was not unrelated to Pavas's position as adjutant.

However, in contrast to Desorian who always frowned and looked serious, this technical sergeant with half of his head mechanized seemed quite willing to chat and talked more.

Perhaps the education provided by Mars can indeed change people?
But Sigismund also saw why Desorian sent him. It was obvious that this technical adjutant was very popular among the Primaris warriors, better than Desorian, the company commander. He was indeed more willing to clearly and directly remind these new bloods some battlefield details that only veterans could understand.

"The cultists lurking in the Underhive have chosen to attack together at this time to make the chaos even more chaotic. Or perhaps these pathetic traitors have sensed their Chaos warband fleet masters who are still on the outskirts of the system. We must hurry and suppress all the unrest happening down there as much as possible."

"We must first stabilize the country before we can fight against foreign enemies. What are the conditions in other hives?"

"There have also been cultist riots and other chaos, but this is a territory world granted by the Crimson Tear Sisters, so the Grand Sister can influence the movements of the mortal defenders here. In the defense decision she sent earlier, she has decided to abandon other nest cities and concentrate on defending the City of Endurance until the enemy is repelled or the beacon is moved to a safe area."

"Transfer? Why did she think she could transfer something so conspicuous and difficult to move when the system was surrounded by the superior enemy fleet?"

"She didn't elaborate on why, but she seemed very confident when she mentioned it," Pavas shrugged, and the mechanical servo arm behind him swayed with his movements. "You know, the Emperor's daughters sometimes have some strange confidence, which comes from their unique beliefs and premonitions. The blessing of Om Messiah sometimes has a special favor for them."

Although Sigismund seemed to be at ease, he had never dealt with the Sisters of Battle before.

Because this group of female warriors who actually call themselves the daughters of the Emperor originally originated in the Age of Apostasy in the 36th millennium, and were discovered from the planet Saint Leor by the infamous High Lord Vandir (Note: I am too busy to die (Note: the scene is to be restored)) and brought to the world and to his side.

——At that time, Sigismund, the Grand Marshal of the Black Templars, had already been dead for more than four thousand years according to official records.

However, the brother Volpes he was playing at the moment was only over two hundred years old, so it was impossible that he had not heard of the Battle Sisters, so he had to appear to know a lot about them during the conversation.

Fortunately, the built-in database immediately popped up relevant comments after the new names and words appeared - in any case, thanks to Perturabo and the mysterious priest for their thorough understanding of the imperial institutions and relevant knowledge reserves.

Although Sigismund felt that what Pavas said was a little strange, he couldn't put it into words for the moment, so he nodded and said, "Then we will still fight as if we were besieged, and at most regard this transfer as a backup plan for the final retreat." - Does this feel a bit familiar?
"Of course. It should be so. Desorian is now guarding the reinforced fortifications we just built for the main tower of the City of Endurance with the Centurions and Terminators. It is expected that they, the Sisters' vehicles, the Angels of Purity, and the Angels of Vengeance squadron will bear the frontal attack of the troops dropped by the traitor fleet. Our mission is not only to clean up the cultists and heretics in the bottom nest and warn them if there is an enemy attacking from below, but also to patrol all the Mechanicus teleportation sanctuaries and transportation stations..."

"Wait a minute." Sigismund interrupted Pavas. "It's already this late. I remember that we have already asked the Om Messiah followers to shut down all the teleportation sanctuaries. Why is the automatic transportation still running?"

"That's right. Sister Rivinia also issued a defense notice to the loyal servants of Om Messiah, but the priests insisted that shutting down the normally functioning equipment would undermine the sacred duties entrusted to them. In addition, they replied that according to calculations, any enemy that enters the defensive shooting range of their mechas and skitarians will last no longer than 6.617 seconds, and no one will escape."

"It is clear that Captain Desorian has no intention of trusting the Mechanicus's defense plan."

"Indeed. That's why we're heading to the main teleportation sanctum here and speaking to the Mechanicus here again."

"Has Desorian been here?" "He has been here, and then he parted ways with the technical director here, Sage Cole Fix. They were basically talking at cross purposes." Pavas said, "It was difficult for Desorian, a defense commander who was loyal to his duties and liked everything to be in order and follow orders during wartime, to understand what it meant for the servants of the God of All Machines to voluntarily stop the normal operation of their equipment. So after they talked politely for ten minutes, Desorian left to check the deployment elsewhere, and this teleportation sanctuary continued to work as usual."

"Then are you sure you can convince him to shut down the machine?" When the towering door of the Mechanical Sanctuary opened, they walked in and found that it was filled with Mecha servants in red robes, hymns, binary prayers, the smell of mechanical incense and holy oil, and the curling smoke mixed with the light blue ozone emitted by the equipment, slowly rising up the narrow stained glass windows, illuminated by the pale light coming in from outside the window. No one turned their eyes away from the work in front of them to look at them.

As the Imperial Fists began to pass through the defensive positions of the Skitarii and Electric Monks, they simply watched them pass silently with eyepieces or prosthetic eyes of varying styles.

——It seems that even after ten thousand years, the relationship between the Martian Cult and others has not shown any signs of becoming more united, and their worship of the God of All Machines has even increased...

Sage Kor-Fix received them politely but coldly. When Pavas tried to get closer to him and make him understand the importance of closing the huge loophole of the teleportation point, the technical priest once again used the three tricks of "You are right", "But we can handle it", and "Humanity should take care of the affairs of the God of All Machines".

And once Pavas' attitude became a little tougher, the sage began to retreat to his defensive position like a hermit crab retracting into a conch shell - this is a realistic statement, because the sage's lower body is really composed of several pairs of mechanical limbs.

As the two sides were struggling, Sigismund, who was becoming increasingly impatient with the futile waste of precious defense checking time, caught a glimpse of something unusual in one of his subspace detection arrays.

"Something's not right."

He walked quickly to a stained glass window and smashed it with a punch before the technical priest next to him could protest. He took a few steps to the mechanical platform outside and looked up at the sky behind the thick clouds.

"Lorian," Sigismund called the Primaris lieutenant's name, "Ask Sister Rivinia if she has detected any unusual Warp fluctuations. If not, have them go in this direction—"

"Comms from the Grand Sister, Sergeant."

The ecstatic and fanatical voice of Sister Rivinia came from the communication channel: "It's her! She's here! She comes to bless us!"

"what?"

"The scanning array has seen it! That golden light! That face! That long sword and wings! She has descended from the sky when we need her so much! This is Saint Celestine! The living saint of the Emperor! Just as our records have recorded! She has descended here! We will be saved! Look! She is coming!"

As the high-pitched and fanatical voice of the elder nun sang, the golden light behind the clouds became more and more obvious, giving the lead-gray clouds a layer of golden edging.

Then, it was as if the gates of heaven opened to the people watching on earth.

The clouds suddenly parted to the sides, and golden light poured out, accompanied by a beautiful figure with wings, wearing golden armor and holding a sword, illuminating the sky and the earth like salvation.

When her calm and indifferent face turned to them with a huge and empty blessing, Sigismund's ears suddenly rang with the words that a former brother had said to him.

"Even I...have never been...destroyed...as you are..."

(End of this chapter)