This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 17 Such a warrior must be able to fight for humanity
Alex took a deep breath and held his chest.

"When I get back, I'll apply to the Military Affairs Department for retirement."

Perhaps he was destined to never get the glorious death he expected, perhaps he would die in shame in bed with a catheter inserted.

Alex was thinking so pessimistically, and was about to take a nap in his room to think about how to conduct physical negotiations with the Military Affairs Department, when an untimely knocking sound was heard outside the passage.

That was the emergency assembly signal unique to the Broken Sword.

Before Alex could make a move, Kovek opened the door first.

"Lieutenant, what's going on?"

"The Master Brother Astartes is looking for you."

The lieutenant reported.

"Also, five minutes ago, the Lord requested that all soldiers who could be assembled be gathered in the square at the central elevator shaft."

Alex's heart skipped a beat, and the weariness in his mind was instantly swept away. Memories of Armageddon from more than two centuries ago began to emerge in his mind.

"Has Lord Astarte summoned me?"

he asked.

"My Lord has requested that we gather as many warriors as the entire regiment can muster."

The lieutenant replied.

"Take us there."

Alex turned and entered the room. Thirty seconds later, with a few more medals on his body, he spoke to the lieutenant with a serious face.

Looking at the iron eagle and winged skull on the political commissar's chest, as well as the shining star-shaped badge, the lieutenant subconsciously straightened his back.

"Yes, Commissar!"

Alex straightened his clothes, carefully put the political commissar hat on his head, and strode after the lieutenant.

Those warriors whose bodies had been deformed were doomed to fail, but the remaining 169 veterans who had survived such a battle were valuable assets that every Astra Militarum Legion needed.

They are the hope for rebuilding the Broken Sword in the future.

Alex hoped that he could protect these warriors as much as possible, even though their value in the eyes of the Emperor was nothing compared to that of the Astartes.

The lieutenant seemed to be infected by this hurried attitude. He recalled the sudden call-up and also thought of the troops who had mysteriously disappeared after participating in certain wars.

There was a noticeable pause in the lieutenant's pace.

"do not think too much."

Alex patted the lieutenant leading the way lightly on the shoulder.

"You are loyal warriors who have been tested by the God-Emperor!"

"But we"

The lieutenant opened his mouth to speak, but swallowed the words back. After a moment's hesitation, he nodded and said, "We are all loyal warriors of the God-Emperor."

Alex silently withdrew his hand and walked quickly towards the transport elevator square with Kovek.

Dang——dang——dang——

"What are our duties?"

"Dedicate yourself to the Emperor's will!"

When he hurriedly followed the lieutenant to the square, he heard the soldiers' response.

"What is the Emperor's will?"

In the central square, which was wide enough to accommodate an entire Cadia Armored Regiment, a burly knight in black armor asked.

He walked slowly among the soldiers, stepping over the side of each soldier, like a beast walking slowly in the forest, sniffing the fear escaping from the weak.

The political commissar looked towards the square and saw that the soldiers were divided into two groups of different sizes.

It is worth noting that on the more numerous side, the Astra Militarum soldiers looked much weaker.

The soldiers were divided into twenty-six columns and were in a very bad condition.

Some people had twisted limbs, their exposed skin showed obvious signs of decay, and abnormal limbs protruded from their wounds.

Some people's entire facial skin was almost stuck together, appearing an unhealthy dark purple color. Their mouths and eyes were violently cut open during surgery, so they could barely look like humans.

"Fight to the death."

Everyone opened their mouths at the same time. The political commissar took a few steps closer, and a strong stench reached them.

This is not a physical taste, but a deep-seated aversion to mutation in the human soul.

"Why fight to the death?"

The knight slowly came to the end of the team. Thirteen nuns chosen from the Holy Rose were chanting the prayers of the state religion. Among the soldiers, some devout believers of the state religion also followed the nuns' rhythm and chanted the prayers in a low voice.

The cold incandescent light falling from the ceiling cast a golden glow on the soldiers.

"For the Emperor!"

The knight noticed the Commissar's arrival.

He leaned sideways and gently supported a soldier who was tilted due to exhaustion. After the soldier stood up again, he walked straight towards the political commissar.

"Can you fight for the Emperor?"

The solemn and cold voice echoed in the square.

"can!"

Everyone was shouting at the top of their lungs.

Dang——dang——

"Commissar Alex."

The towering figure blocked out the light, casting shadows downwards.

The knight was so close, and every time his gaze shifted, Alex could catch a glimpse of the restrained yet luxurious patterns beneath the gray robe and witness the relief that had taken countless artists' breath away.

What caught his eye the most was the scarlet light shining from the visor, which was fixed on him like a majestic dragon beast.

The knight asked.

"Do you think they can fight for the Emperor?"

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Alex didn't answer in a hurry, he was a little stunned.

He thought he was here to witness a brutal execution.

He looked around at the young men whose faces he could hardly recognize.

These poor warriors had come into contact with the deadly influence of the Warp, and contact with that world of blasphemous power could only lead to one outcome.

They mutate, and then die painfully in the mutation, without even their souls being redeemed.

They are destined to die eventually. They are unstable factors, seeds of disaster, mutants affected by the evil forces of the Warp, and the most intolerable threat to the Empire.

Once in Armageddon, the Astra Militarum Legion on the other side of the continent was cruelly abandoned. They were gathered together, but instead of receiving medals of honor, spears of light dropped from the sky and sent them to the side of the God-Emperor.

Alex thought he had come to terms with that day. In this universe, sometimes dying was a mercy.

but--

Alex met the gazes from all around him, a bloody mess.

Even though blood was flowing from their eyes, they still kept their eyes wide open.

Even though their roars tore open their wounds and the blood flowed down their trouser legs, almost forming a puddle, they did not fall down.

They refused the support of their comrades, because in front of the Emperor's angels, in front of the political commissar and the colonel, any weakness would be a fall!
Can you say that such a warrior cannot fight for the Emperor?

Who can say that such a warrior cannot fight for the Emperor!

Alex was stunned.

He now understood why the Emperor's Angel towered before him.

He already knew that the warriors would have a better ending.

"Yes, sir!"

Alex raised his head, then raised his hands and solemnly performed the Eagle Salute to the Emperor's Angel.

“They can!”

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