Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 908 Seven Dimensions
At this time, the nuns had not yet developed into the numerous and complex branches that would follow; they were mainly the Prophet's Monastery and the Saint's Monastery.

The former is more like a standard military force, which fits the image of white-haired nuns wielding explosive guns and chainsaws in our minds. They are disciplined, highly skilled in combat, and are sharp blades in the fight against heresy.

The latter group consisted of fanatical sadists who expressed their loyalty to the emperor in extreme ways, demonstrating their unwavering faith through self-torture and cruel punishment of their enemies. They can be seen as the precursors to the Atonement Sisters.

Led by two senior nuns, thousands of nuns, mostly newcomers, boarded the Golden Throne in a grand procession.

The moment they stepped onto the warship, they were awestruck by its grandeur and solemnity, filled with a strong sense of imperial power, and extremely satisfied with this mobile cathedral.

Because of their different styles, the senior nun from the Prophet's Monastery went straight to the bridge to take over the warship's command system, while the senior nun from the Saints' Monastery led her people to the harsh conditions of the lower decks.

When the High Priestess arrived at the bridge, she discovered that the most important navigator was not the three-eyed figure she knew, but a female Space Marine with an elegant and mysterious aura.

Recalling the information of the two legions, only the Twenty-Second Legion was composed entirely of women. Among them, there was a special chapter composed entirely of prophetic psionicists. Obviously, the Golden Throne was piloted by these special psionicists instead of navigators.

Compared to the mutated three-eyed creatures, the High Priestess preferred to accept these Space Marines because they were very similar.

The nuns were not fools, nor were they just fanatical madmen. Later, they developed branches such as spies, scholars, artists, and doctors. They were very good at infiltrating the nobility and the common people to collect intelligence, connecting the original beliefs of certain planets with the God Emperor, and then constantly brainwashing them. In just one or two generations, the planet would only know the God Emperor and not what they originally believed in.

Therefore, they were well aware that the nuns, who were still weak, needed more support, and the all-female Space Marine Legion was undoubtedly their best choice, even above the State Church, since they had not forgotten how they had been tricked before.

During the subsequent takeover process, everything went smoothly. Even the High Priestess had to admire the professionalism and efficiency of the crew on the warship, and how well they had arranged all the tasks.

Even this brand-new warship seemed to be demonstrating its loyalty to the emperor, with no malfunctions and all equipment operating smoothly.

At this moment, the nuns of the Saints' Convent were silently heading to the lower deck, preparing to live in the worst environment on the entire warship, a place filled with depravity and sin.

This is related to the special doctrines of the Saints' Monastery, which believed that suffering and hardship were the best way for emperors to express their devout faith, so they rejected all comforts and only lived in the most difficult places.

Although there were many newcomers this time, they were already mentally prepared to face the harsh environment and difficult life in the lower decks, in order to demonstrate their unwavering loyalty to the Emperor.

This way of thinking is mainly due to the unique environment of the empire.

Although the Empire's warships possess unparalleled combat power, with almost every ship having firepower surpassing that of the god-like mechanical Titans, and also having the ability to travel through warp space, their construction and usage periods are too long, resulting in extremely harsh internal environments.

Because from the moment of construction begins, workers have multiplied and multiplied on this site, so it can be said that each warship is a small ecosystem.

The harsh environment and terrible treatment made them feel like they were living in hell.

As for just how bad it is, let's put it this way: if a teenage boy stuffs all his accumulated smelly socks, dirty underwear, worn-out shoes, and wads of tissue paper under his bed, and then carefully ferments and feeds them with leftover takeout and snack scraps for three years, an independent and complex ecosystem will form inside. If it continues to evolve, it will become a cockroach-like creature that hunts rats with a spear.

However, when the nuns from the Saints' Monastery arrived at the lower deck, they were stunned by what they saw.

Contrary to their expectations, this place is far from the filthy and chaotic place they imagined. It should be comparable to the lowest deck of a hive, where basic hygiene and order are still maintained.

The nuns of the Saints' Convent, who originally planned to rely on catching rats and insects and collecting moss and mushrooms for food, were somewhat bewildered when they saw the corners and complex pipes without even mold spots, because this was not what they had imagined.

There was absolutely nothing to eat here. Upon realizing this, the nuns' expressions became somewhat subtle. They were only torturing themselves; they had no intention of starving themselves to death.

"Never mind, go get some corpse starch."

The High Priestess frowned, looking somewhat helpless. She had intended to use this opportunity to let these newcomers experience life in the lower decks.

However, considering this was the Emperor's sanctuary, they were actually more satisfied with the environment, for it proved that under the Emperor's power, darkness and chaos no longer existed. A senior nun nodded upon hearing this, then called a few newcomers to move things. What they brought back, however, was not corpse starch, but rather the so-called meals for the lower-level staff, accompanied by a lower-level manager.

"Your Excellency, I am Mickey, the manager of Sector 76 on Deck 89 in the lower deck. Please give me any instructions." The manager said respectfully, after all, the entire warship belonged to these nuns, so how could he not be respectful?

“I need the harshest and most difficult environment as my training ground.” The High Sister’s eyes lit up; the other party must know where the harshest environment was, so she said.

"Well, there are some, but they're not suitable for people to live in, and they're also somewhat dangerous," the manager said after a moment's hesitation.

“This is exactly where we need it.” Upon hearing that there was danger, the elder sister of Saints was even more pleased, and the administrator led them to the food storage area.

It was dark and gloomy here, and the temperature was lower than in other areas. Strange noises could always be heard coming from the pipes, as if some kind of creature was crawling on them.

"A bunch of space rats somehow infiltrated the warship, and they're multiplying very quickly, causing us a lot of trouble," the manager said in a low voice, gripping the gun at his waist.

Most of Terra's ancient creatures are extinct; after all, the oceans have dried up, so what could possibly remain?

However, some organisms survived and mutated to become adapted to the space environment, such as rats and cockroaches.

To adapt to the brutal environment of Warhammer, the Space Rats, while not leading four burly Turtlemen in a righteous gang fight, are still quite ferocious. It's not uncommon for a few rats to devour an entire family overnight, and it's also quite normal for an unsuspecting adult male to be suddenly killed by a single rat.

Ancient mousetraps and rat poison are almost a joke nowadays. Space mice would first take a dose of rat poison, and then use mousetraps to do three sets of bench presses to warm up.

Compared to Mickey's fear, the nuns were very calm, not only because of their strength, but also because they had long since disregarded life and death.

"Fortunately, the angels brought rat catchers, which reduced the rat infestation, but it also brought some new troubles." Mickey said this with a strange expression, then pointed to the warehouse area in front of him.

"Because a large amount of supplies are stored here, the temperature here remains at around seven degrees Celsius all year round, hence it is also known as the Seven Degree Space, so it is not suitable for living."

"It's alright, it's nothing to us," the High Sister Saint said calmly.

“Alright, if you change your mind, you can come to me anytime, or find someone else,” Mickey said with a hint of helplessness.

“This is a warehouse for storing miscellaneous items. It used to be a temporary residence for shipbuilding workers, so it has a water purification and recycling system and a material incineration room.” Mickey opened some of the devices and then explained how to use them.

The water purification and circulation device can automatically collect water molecules from the surrounding area, including water vapor exhaled during breathing and urine excreted. Theoretically, it can circulate indefinitely to meet the basic needs of people in the area.

The incineration chamber can convert garbage and feces into low-grade fuels to provide lighting. Theoretically, the more waste is produced, the brighter the lights will be. When necessary, it can even synthesize emergency food, making feces-flavored chocolate and chocolate-flavored feces no longer an option, because there is no other choice.

“The environment here is too good. Is there any place with a worse environment?” said the High Sister Saint.

“I’m sorry, Sister, there really isn’t one.” Mickey sighed. He didn’t understand why the other party insisted on finding a harsh environment. The Golden Throne was designed very well, making full use of the space. It didn’t have the common loopholes found in other Imperial warships. Only such places could harbor filth and breed evil and chaos.

But Mickey understood that these nuns just liked to create trouble, so he tactfully asked them to guard the area. The High Priestess of Saints readily agreed and took on the patrol and guard duties of the entire reserve area.

Before leaving, Mickey solemnly told the nuns not to let the rat catchers into a certain warehouse.

Although she didn't know what was inside, the High Priestess nodded and specifically assigned a senior nun to guard it.

(End of this chapter)