Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 106 Refined Through Trials and Tribulations (2/5) Requesting monthly votes!

He did not initially believe in the emperor or in anyone. He said that he only wanted to survive in the empire, and that as long as he could live, he didn't care who he worked for.

But later he changed, and changed completely.

When he was captured by these filthy green-skinned beastmen and thrown into the dark, sunless mine, he felt the deepest fear of humanity emanating from these alien creatures.

While the Empire may be a piece of junk, these aliens ravaging the galaxy are even worse junk; the survival skills he honed in the lower-level hives are utterly worthless.

He was about to starve to death, but before that, something with a rusty taste flowed into his mouth.

Two members of the State Church saved him; to be precise, they were a father and son, except the father had died, leaving the hope of survival to him and his son.

Ivan didn't know what they were after, so the believer's son asked Ivan if he had any faith. Ivan answered no, but the believer's son replied that they believed in the Emperor, and that all humans were the Emperor's subjects.

As devotees of the Emperor, they would not be troubled by demons after death, but would instead return to the Golden Throne. His father had left the opportunity to serve the Emperor to them.

The believer's son said that the emperor's angels would come to save them, but his father had simply gone ahead to the golden throne to enjoy eternal peace.

Ivan ate the believer's gift without much emotional reaction; he just thought the father and son were a bit naive. But later he found that there were more and more naive people like this.

In this world, there are indeed people willing to die for others. Among those laboring in those dimly lit mines are even the followers of the state religion, whose mouths constantly overflow with praise for the emperor, encouraging people: the emperor is watching them, and everything is just a test given to them by the emperor.

Those who are devout enough will be saved by angels.

During this process, Ivan came into contact with the state religion through the believer's son. Although in his eyes they were still a group of fools praying for the emperor's salvation in their desperate situation, following these fools brought hope to their seemingly hopeless predicament.

Every day, someone died prematurely on the Golden Throne. As a result, he originally estimated that he would die in two or three days, but he managed to hold on for more than ten days.

At that time, he began to pray to the emperor, or at least he began to pray that the souls of those who had been sacrificed would truly return to the so-called golden throne.

Until—the bright yellow armor of Astartes, the Emperor's angel, truly descended before them, all the believers of the state religion knelt down devoutly and shouted "Long live the Emperor!" Even Ivan knelt down.

But what shocked him was not just this so-called angel, but the choices these angels made.

Those angels were so tall, strong, and incredibly swift.

Walking next to them, I would undoubtedly be trash, scum, the lowest of the low in the world.

Even so, these angels still came to their rescue. Even when the enemy forces they faced far outnumbered them, and even when the angels themselves suffered great losses, they still protected them.

Those precious steel vehicles were no longer used to carry the noble lords who fled for their lives in their memories, but instead carried cheap, lowly commoners like themselves.

Many people ran away.

But more people chose to stay.

The God-King's angels were buying them a chance to evacuate, but for the believers, staying meant being able to fight alongside the God-King's angels, which was an unparalleled honor.

The believer's son was prepared to stay, and he also persuaded Ivan to stay. For some inexplicable reason, Ivan chose to stay, and the facts seemed to tell him that this decision was right, because soon space became the Greenskins' domain, and anti-aircraft fire made it impossible for almost any vehicle or support to take off.

He overheard the angels' conversation. It turned out they had anticipated that the large orc army would gather, but instead of leaving, they chose to stay and risk their lives to buy the mortals a chance to escape.

Rats have their own way of living, but at that moment, Ivan, the rat, was truly shocked by the world, that there were such noble beings willing to sacrifice themselves for rats like them.

While fighting alongside them, Ivan discovered something even more awe-inspiring: in the fight against the Greenskins, these towering angels showed absolutely no contempt for mortals.

On the contrary, they would use their own bodies to shield ordinary people from bullets that would be fatal to them. They would distribute precious firearms and ammunition and truly entrust their backs to these lowly people.

Ivan had studied firearms. As a former lone wolf who had lived a comfortable life at the bottom of the hive, his marksmanship was quite good. Soon, the mourners discovered this.

Ivan had previously struggled to grasp the meaning of the word "glory," but when the weapon was handed to him by the angel himself, and when the giant knelt down to personally hand him the laser weapon, he felt his heart race and his body tremble.

At that time, he seemed to be on cloud nine. He knew that he was a worthless person with no real skills, but he was good at surviving and shooting snipers. So, he did his best to make use of his special skills on the battlefield.

And luck seemed to be on his side; his record was outstanding, and even the Emperor's angels praised him.

At that moment, all the believers cheered for him, and no one on the battlefield looked down on his origins and short stature.

And so, amidst the raging gunfire, he gained friends, comrades, brothers, and the respect and recognition he had always dreamed of, seemingly overnight.

For a fleeting moment, Ivan even naively believed that war had its advantages, but as the second and third days passed—as those who had supported him died, as the familiar faces and friends in his eyes disappeared one by one—the cruelty slowly began to show.

These emotions piled up, and when small acts of despair accumulated, they eventually led to change.

A war was enough to wipe out everything he had ever gained, so he began to hate the aliens, he began to pray to the Emperor with his followers, and he began to want to charge into the ranks of the orcs and die in battle, rather than firing sniper shots from afar.

But it was during this time that he began to frequently hear voices calling to him, urging him to live on, to carry their lives on his shoulders, and to live on together.

It's like a curse.

But he eventually waited for the Empire's reinforcements to arrive, and the orcs began to collapse. The tables began to be filled with palatable and delicious fruit-flavored energy gels, and they even had a place to rest. Victory was within reach, but Ivan felt that after relaxing from the high-pressure environment, he was also about to run out of energy.

But before he died, he wanted to eat a few more energy gels. He also wanted others to remember him, to remember himself and those who sacrificed their lives.

Therefore, on the first night, he was suddenly awakened, and then he heard that many people did not survive the first night after the victory and died in their sleep on the golden throne.

Because of their victory, their bodies no longer needed to be "sacrificed." Under a solemn ceremony, their remains were cremated, placed in pristine white boxes, and priests chanted prayers for them while the emperor's angels fired shots to send them off.

Swann thought this was pretty good, very honorable. He wished he could have this treatment when he died. But eating the energy gels and drinking the sweet water that were given to him in the morning, Ivan felt that it was better to be alive.

However, after his body recovered slightly, it remembered the brutal war. He still hated those aliens. He had been forged into a weapon under the baptism of gunfire.

So when the weeping ones came to him and asked if he would like to participate in a trial and become their brother afterward, Ivan did not hesitate at all.

So he went to the operating table.

As the growing rays and other dark technology devices in the operating table are activated, the originally weak ordinary person is now being transformed by the Holy Blood Angel, by the gene seed originating from Saint Jeles!

But at this moment, the indescribable pain caused by the rapid growth of nerves, muscles and bones due to the high-frequency energy impact on the body also struck the mind of the first chosen one!

An uncontrollable scream emanated from the operating table. The pharmacist's expression changed slightly. Near the operating table were instruments displaying vital signs, and from a professional perspective, looking at those vital data, the almost collapsing vital signs all told one thing: the modification was about to fail.

But at that very moment, a roar erupted from the operating room.

"I see it—I see it! It's Saint Gilles, it's Lord Saint Gilles! Bear witness to me, Lord Saint Gilles!"

During the transformation, Ivan seemed to see the figure of Saint Geres. The angel spread her wings, reached out to lift him up, straightened his back, and wiped the dust off his cheeks.

Faith and willpower surged to their peak at this moment, and the intense light also reached its maximum value. As the operating table hatch slowly opened, the once thin and short worker, who looked like a goblin, underwent a complete transformation.

His body, which was originally about 1.4 meters tall, had grown to 2.3 meters in this moment, and his originally thin face had become full and handsome.

The grieving veteran patted him on the shoulder with emotion. Apart from some threads still attached to his body to monitor vital signs, the pharmacist suddenly realized that the data, which had almost collapsed, had become perfect in an instant.

Nineteen gene-modification surgeries were completed in a short time! Two hearts were beating powerfully in his chest! Black armor also appeared on his body.

Without a doubt, he inherited the bloodline of the archangel.

Everyone stared intently at the figure before them, who seemed to have been reborn. The pharmacist reached out to support Ivan, who was still somewhat unaccustomed to his tall physique.

"You did it, my brother!"