Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 20 Why fight?
In the Global Museum, the empty rooms were already crowded with people seeking refuge.

These civilians, who were still building their homes with great anticipation a few days ago, are now huddled together in fear, trying to gain some strength and warmth from their companions.

Even strangers hugged each other tightly at this moment. Numbers could bring people a little psychological comfort, which was a legacy of biological instincts from the distant past.

Calth is an emerging planet, and most of its population has migrated from other places in the Five Hundred Worlds.

In order to develop this fertile land, Guilliman promised favorable conditions. Everyone who came here could get their own land and could freely engage in the career they wanted.

It can be said that Cowes is the new continent of the Five Hundred Worlds, and people with dreams come here to realize their dreams.

The people of the Five Hundred Worlds enjoy much better conditions than the citizens of the Empire in other star regions. Most of the time, war is far away from them, and many people will never encounter war in their entire lives.

But now, peace is broken and war comes with death.

War does not care whether you are male or female, old or young; it kills everyone equally.

In fact, most of the civilians here are children and the elderly, and those young and strong men and women who still have strength are temporarily incorporated into the auxiliary army.

With the 61st Company of Numinas who came with Luo Xi and others as the core, they were given a laser rifle, some high-energy grenades and relatively simple armor.

A war cannot be sustained solely by Space Marines, especially a war of annihilation like this one. A large number of mortal auxiliary forces belonging to the Word Bearers and those superstitious cultists are also constantly slaughtering the people of Calth.

They brutally slaughtered civilians, used their blood, flesh, internal organs and bones as sacrifices, and set up their dirty sacrificial rituals to please the great existence in their hearts.

In reality, the Word Bearers' Space Marines mainly targeted the Ultramarines with whom they had personal vendettas, and most of the civilians died at the hands of the cultists they were dealing with.

The people of Cowes will never sit idly by.

Even if I die, I must bite off a piece of the enemy's flesh and blood.

An old woman brought a child who was only four or five years old. The child, who had no knowledge of the world, nestled in his grandmother's arms, looking at the crowd who were wailing, praying or crying with anxiety and fear.

At this innocent age, they have to accept and learn how to face the cruel and dark reality.

Next to them, there lay a pregnant woman. Her husband chose to take up arms to protect his family, but she stayed here.

Suddenly, the haggard woman covered her abdomen and a painful and low sound was heard.

"Grandma, is Aunt Elena about to give birth? She sounds so painful." Although the young child was ignorant, he knew that if a pregnant woman behaved in this way, she was likely to give birth.

"Help me... help me..."

The woman named Alina wailed. The old woman put her grandson on the ground and tried her best to stay calm and rational. She comforted Alina with a kind and gentle expression, "It's okay. Take a deep breath and relax. Your baby will be born soon."

The people around immediately made room for her and worked together to piece together some clothes and blankets for the expectant mother to lie down.

Blood and amniotic fluid flowed, the screams of pain became weaker and weaker, but the child had not yet been born.

She had a difficult birth.

In peacetime, the problem of difficult delivery could be solved by a caesarean section performed by doctors in the hospital, but now it has become an unsolvable problem that is about to take away two lives.

The woman cried out at the top of her lungs, the fetus was in an abnormal position and could not be born for a long time.

Although the old woman had experience in delivering babies, she had no other tools and could only hold Elena's hand, constantly encouraging her and instructing her on how to exert her strength, but she had no other choice.

"Someone can help, Emperor, she is dying!" The baby's head never showed up, and the woman's screams and cries became weaker and weaker.

The child covered his mouth, trying not to let his crying disturb the environment, but found that a man in a unique uniform and with a fair face like those nobles came to his side.

He had a faint scent of jasmine mixed with grass and trees, which made people feel at ease.

"Tassa, help is needed here!" Luo Xi shouted.

Hearing this, an extremely tall warrior wearing dark green power armor quickly walked over.

He was like a high wall, and his power armor made a loud thumping sound as it stepped on the ground. The crowded crowd dodged away in fear. They were instinctively in awe because he was the Emperor's angel, a demigod warrior.

The Salamander Pharmacist does not go to the front line to fight the enemy, but that does not mean his job is easier. Those seriously injured battle brothers, as well as injured mortals and ordinary people need the help of the pharmacist.

Roche sent some medicines and medical tools from the starship in orbit. There were indeed some miraculous medicines and equipment in the starship's STC, but there were too many people here, and even if he worked 24 hours a day, he could not meet their needs.

Tassa gently carried the woman in labor to the makeshift operating table. His power backpack unfolded many small scalpels and robotic arms. After injecting anesthesia, the scanner scanned the subject's physiological data and fed back the data on the helmet's display screen.

The crowd of onlookers gradually let go of their fear and watched with great curiosity as the Emperor's angel did the work of a mortal doctor.

It turns out that these soldiers can do such delicate and subtle things besides fighting.

The fire lizard's hands were very precise and steady. After confirming the situation, it immediately used a scalpel to cut open the woman's bulging abdomen. After local disinfection, the mechanical arm of the power backpack reached in and removed the skin and fat tissue extremely flexibly, while using a needle to suck out the amniotic fluid and blood.

After less than ten minutes of surgery, a baby girl with vernix caseosa still on her body was already lying in the cradle. Her umbilical cord was carefully cut and then delicately tied into a knot.

Tassa held the newborn baby girl in one palm. Seeing that she hadn't cried yet, he gently touched the soles of her feet with his other finger and flicked them slightly. Suddenly, a loud cry was heard, and a new life made its first cry.

"Help me hold the baby while I continue stitching." Tassa placed the baby girl in Rosie's arms, and then sewed the woman's abdomen layer by layer with absorbable sutures. After the stitching was completed, she sprayed it with spray and sterilizing gel to help the wound heal.

"Praise the Emperor! A child is born!"

"A miracle!"

People in the surrounding crowd began to applaud one after another. People cheered for this beautiful delivery operation. A mother and daughter who were almost dead were saved by the Emperor's Angel.

In this time of war, in this precarious moment, the people of Calth feel the Ultramarines protecting them, whether they are fighting outside or helping mortals give birth inside. An indescribable feeling spreads in everyone's heart.

Luo Xi also felt the same emotion.

A sense of belonging and identity. The immortal who came to the present day from ten thousand years ago, holding a sleeping baby in his arms, feels his blood surging. His blood is shared with that of the baby and the people of Calth.

After who knows how long, he once again felt the urge to cry.

The woman completed the operation and was now resting in a corner where everyone had left. As soon as she woke up, she looked everywhere for her child. Luo Xi walked slowly forward and handed the lovely child to her.

"Everyone will survive, believe me." Luo Xi covered his chest with his hands and said word by word.

The woman didn't say anything, she just held the child and instinctively wanted to breastfeed, but her tears couldn't stop flowing.

Was she afraid? Or was she moved? Luo Xi didn't know.

But at this moment, he already understood why he was fighting.

(End of this chapter)