This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 21 But we must persist in doing good things
"what?"

Looking at Arthur who was so clever when saving people without any chance, Ramses sighed.

He was actually quite a bit of a coinsmith. He just did whatever the Emperor said without considering that the Emperor didn't treat them as human beings.

Then he spoke helplessly.

"Will we just leave these people alone?"

At the edge of the square, the red-armored Thousand Sons Librarian questioned the three cousins.

"Of course not."

Several people said in unison.

Isn't the main purpose of everyone standing here to protect people?

"Since we can't do it, why would the Emperor give up on us for free? Can we go to the Warp to cause trouble for him? Or should we just ignore these people?"

Ramses' three consecutive questions silenced the three people present.

Gan!
Everyone's face was filled with gloom.

Should we say he is worthy of being the guy who was beaten into the ICU by four creditors because of freeloading?

The reason why I could resist beating him up was this.

"It's right."

Romulus had a taste of how most of the Primarchs felt when they interacted with the Emperor.

This kind of vitality that treats you as a tool just because you are useful is simply amazing.

Although the other Primarchs looked rather clowns compared to Rogal Dorn, there was a reason why half of them were involved in the Horus Heresy.

“It can only be said that doing good things does not always bring good rewards.”

Karna couldn't help but hold his forehead.

The people who were bullied by the Emperor inevitably suffered a certain psychological blow.

You have to know that everyone still has some filters of the Emperor as the guardian of humanity, but after seeing the Emperor's actions, some filters are inevitably shattered.

Because of their understanding of this world, the first thing that the time travelers think of is to seek the protection of this patron saint of mankind for their people. Out of moral conscience, they don't mind making some sacrifices.

But isn't it a bit inhumane to force the humans you want to protect into their arms?
and--

Listening to the various prayers and melodious hymns to the Emperor coming from behind, although they were mentally prepared, they couldn't help but feel a sense of loss in their hearts.

After all, a few hours ago you were all ordinary young people in an ordinary world. When you participated in the action and saved the lives of a group of foreigners, you would also feel sad if they just lay there thanking God.

They are also human beings, and they will inevitably need positive feedback for their efforts.

Even if you just praise me?

"grown ups."

A call interrupted everyone's emo.

After everyone had tidied their appearance, Ramses waved his hand and removed the psychic barrier.

"Sister Arabella."

Arthur narrowed his eyes and looked at Sister Arabella in front of him, and Alex and Kovek behind her, with a hint of confusion.

"What's the matter?"

"Commissar Alex and Colonel Kovek would like an opportunity to meet with you."

Why are they looking for me at this time?
A hint of doubt flashed through Arthur's mind, and then he agreed.

"It doesn't matter."

Hearing this, Arabella bowed reverently and then gave the place to talk with the angel to the two people behind her.

"Excuse me, what do you want?"

Arthur asked calmly.

"Respected Brother Astartes." Standing in the central hall washed by the holy light of the Emperor, Colonel Kovek carefully took out an old but still well-maintained laser pistol, held it up with both hands, and tried his best to suppress his inner excitement.

He never dreamed that he could survive such a desperate situation, let alone that he could fight side by side with such a noble Astartes Brother who cared about mortals.

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Watching Colonel Kovek's actions, Arthur nodded slightly and then made a listening gesture.

"In Cadia, when each of us grows old enough to open our eyes, we receive a weapon from our elders as a gift. When our fingers first grasp it, the beams of light that shoot out from it will save us from the prying eyes of heretics and evil spirits."

Colonel Kovek began to speak, gently stroking the gun in his hand, his eyes filled with reminiscence.

"It witnessed my growth from an infant to a human being. It witnessed the life of every Cadian as they grew into the Emperor's currency. It epitomizes the Cadian people's ability to stand firm in the face of countless Chaos offensives."

As he spoke, Colonel Kovek's eyes became more and more nostalgic, as if he wanted to engrave the appearance of the gun in his mind.

"And now, I hope he can be a gift, a token of gratitude from me and the 43 warriors of the 2600rd Broken Sword of Cadia for giving us the opportunity to continue fighting for humanity."

Those who can become the leaders of the Star Army are not necessarily the best fighters, but they are definitely the ones who understand the ways of the world the most.

They could also see the goodwill that the Emperor's Angels showed them all the time.

And they are also trying to repay this kindness in their own way.

"I sincerely hope you will accept this gift. May you and your battle-brothers stand as strong as Cadia."

Finally, his voice was tinged with trepidation, fearing that his actions might offend the culture of the Astartes Brothers and thus desecrate a sacred gift of gratitude.

The silence lasted for a while, and after about ten seconds, Arthur reached out and took the laser pistol.

A very common model, perhaps even one produced in an industrial world.

"Thank you for the gift."

Facing three envious glances from behind, Arthur thanked him and said, "I'll keep it."

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"but--"

The three of them immediately looked at Arthur seriously.

Whatever the angels ask, they will certainly fulfill it.

"I'm not the only one helping you."

Arthur pulled up the three people behind him, including Ramses, who had used psychic power to camouflage his own paint job.

"Without the support of my comrades, we might have been lost in the waves of the warp. Without the support of my comrades, I would have lost the confidence to provide you with help."

"Just like every victory of yours was built together with the comrades around you, if I lost them, I would not be able to witness the glory today."

"So, I also hope that we can all receive the blessings of the Cadian people."

Arthur asked gently.

"Excuse me, Colonel Kovek, are we qualified?"

"Of course, my lord."

Colonel Kovek's face flushed with excitement.

“This is our honor!”
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Colonel Kovek, carrying the angel's expectations, quickly returned to the Astra Militarum.

"How to say?"

Watching a group of men who had just come off the operating table starting to compete for honor, Arthur turned his head to look at his companions beside him.

His free hand was still fondly playing with the laser pistol, which was completely incompatible with the size of his palm.

"Well, doing good things doesn't always bring good rewards."

Karna turned his head away, looked at the ceiling, and shrugged again.

“But we still have to persist in doing good things.”

(End of this chapter)