Warhammer

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"In Nuln, everyone who passes by is amazed by its magnificent prosperity. Whether it is the merchants from the Cathay Dynasty or the elves from the island of Osun, they will bow their heads in front of the industrial city cluster that symbolizes the largest scale of the empire and the crystallization of human wisdom and blood and sweat. This is the second heart of the empire, the birthplace of the iron chariot, and the source of power for the legion's conquest..."

“The workers were tied to their posts like cattle, and the overseers tied ropes around their ankles to prevent them from slipping away from their posts;”

"Most of them are farmers from the countryside, introduced by 'kind-hearted' lords to work in the factories of Nuln factory owners, earning generous salaries;"

"The workers work fifteen hours a day, which is more than twice as long as the longest battle I have ever experienced. They eat a paste made from various animal and plant scraps, which is even more disgusting than the most inedible roasted bat I have eaten in Mordheim. More than ten or twenty people are crowded in a room that can only accommodate four people at most. They cannot get their wages, which are all given to the supervisors sent by the lord for storage..."

"The overseers used whips and iron rods to control these workers, and the lord's supervisors followed them. Insults, beatings, and deductions of wages were common;"

"The factory was crowded and stuffy. When I took a breath of the turbid air, I felt like Shyish was blowing into my lungs. I resisted the necromancer's soul-stealing spell, but after entering Nuln's factory and taking a look around, I felt dizzy when I came out. Even Sigmar's blessing couldn't protect me, so I fell ill, which was rare."

"Despite the difficulties of life, even the poorest Nunn people would proudly hold their chests high when they think of the city's status in the Empire and even the Old World..."

"I was sent to the countryside to recuperate because the order in Nuln City has long refused to accept expeditionary nuns (the way the itinerant nuns call themselves)... There are not many men in the village because most of the land belongs to nobles and rich people. In order to sell more people to factory owners, the lord forced the men to move into the city or their own factories, otherwise they would no longer allow their families to rent land."

"Women and some beastmen are responsible for farming... Most of the fields belong to nobles or rich people. In order to obtain the right to live and work, the beastmen must serve someone with real estate and capital. Many refugees from Kislev and Bator are also used in this way."

"The priest's treatment and blessing are clearly marked with a price. From birth to death, a peasant will probably ask to see a priest ten times in his life, which costs a quarter of his lifetime income. But no one dares to object, otherwise the Skitarii and local nobles will soon arrest the daring person for trial and whipping. In the name of Sigmar, he dared to refuse to return the blessing of the Emperor..."

"Although we work hard every day, and even many women have to do farm work even when they are pregnant, it is still difficult to make a living. The salary sent back from the city, after being distributed, supervised, supervised, and exploited by the lords, can barely maintain the expenses of a family. Once an injury or illness occurs (this is basically inevitable. When I was recuperating, there were more than a dozen times when children or adults in the neighborhood came to see me and asked me to touch their heads, because they believed that this would help them get the blessing of the God Emperor and heal their illnesses) it would easily cause an avalanche for the family."

"In order to feed their families, many women choose to sell their bodies. Many women hold their children to attract customers. Some peasant women, because they cannot finish cultivating the land (so that their family will get less rent next year), will try every means to ask and seduce strong laborers from the same village, or even beastmen, to help them."

"The priest was furious because the village girl rarely paid tithes to him for secretly receiving customers."

"I saw with my own eyes a priest named Erebus, a man of high reputation, grabbing a young girl and accusing her of dressing up in fancy clothes on the road outside the village, intending to seduce passing travelers and ruining the reputation of the local area."

"I have seen her, a girl named Setin. She has two dimples and a sweet smile, like the wine produced in Talabek. Many boys and girls admire her. There have been three fights between boys over who is more qualified to be Setin's husband."

"Her two fathers died in the lord's factory, and her two older brothers also went into the city. Her mother contracted a venereal disease and dared not speak out. She secretly came to visit me twice, hoping to get Sigmar's protection and be cleansed of the disease. I took her to see a priest, but His Excellency Erebus was very cold. The fanatical Crusaders even wanted to execute this poor woman in front of me as a plague carrier."

"I could only write to the sisters in Mordheim, hoping to get their help. But before the letter was on the way, Cetin's mother was found out by the customer because she secretly received a guest (because she was worried about spreading diseases, she was only willing to help people with things that did not involve marriage). The customer beat her up and she died soon after."

"The priest of Erebus claimed that it was Sigmar's will, because the woman had not paid her tithes once and was afflicted with the disease of infertility."

"When Setin was arrested by the priest, she begged the priest. She had a half-grown child, a baby, and an old maid to support at home, but the priest insisted on judging her crime by saying that she lost her virginity as a minor and was a prostitute."

"I defeated three Skitarii and asked the priest to let this poor man go, otherwise it would endanger the lives of other innocent people in her family."

"Erebus called out Sigmar's name and asked me to let him go. He also agreed to pardon the girl, so I let him go and went to find the lord. I asked him to look at the statue of the God-Emperor in the magnificent mansion. Does that sacred and majestic face have mercy and love for the people of the empire? I asked him to help these poor people according to Sigmar's forgiveness and mercy."

"The lord, surrounded by his guards, refuted me with the sacred scripture: 'The Emperor is watching, the Emperor is allowing, the Emperor is arranging, everything is predetermined.'"

"His evil deeds were not enough. I couldn't smash his head, so I decided to be a mercenary and asked him if he had any tasks for me. I wanted to earn some bounty for Setin and the others. The lord heard that there was a group of evil centaurs nearby and hoped that I could hunt them and find a way to bring a pair back for him to raise. So I left the village."

"......"

"The priest was very devout. Not long after I left, he brought people to capture Cetin again. She was lying on the grass, pinned down by a Kislev ranger. The ranger pulled up his pants, rode away on his horse, and the priest took Cetin back."

"The youngest baby has died. Maybe she was hungry or sick. It was probably during the days after Setin was captured by the priest for the first time. She didn't dare to go out to solicit customers."

"Priest Erebus stripped Cetin naked and ordered her to parade naked through the streets. He whipped her from behind and shouted at her for her sins, asking her to confess to Sigmar and submit. Cetin confessed to the God-Emperor and submitted. But the priest insisted that she walk around the village and confess at the graves of her two dead fathers."

"The whole village, young and old, including the children who have always admired Setin, were forced by the priest to come and watch this sacred and solemn trial, because there is no doubt that this is Sigmar's will."

"Sadin refused to repent, so Priest Erebus used a branding iron to burn shameful marks on her buttocks and chest. Her maid went to plead for her, but was overthrown by the crusaders, and her head hit the ground and she died."

"Then Cetin was locked up by Reverend Erebus in a newly built house behind the church, and someone was there to help her at any time of the day."

"Her last brother is missing. The villagers said that he went to ask to see the lord, and was put into a carriage by the guards and sent to the city to work. I went to the city to look for him later, but couldn't find him. Maybe he is dead. Because he has no relatives, he is not worth remembering and reporting back."

"From now on, Cetin must pay tithes to Pastor Erebus, because this is the price for the pastor to forgive and redeem her soul. The women in the village are also terrified by this and start to find ways to pay the tithes of 'Blessed by Sigmar, protecting all the people of the empire'."

"..."

"When I broke the legs of Reverend Erebus, he was pressing down on the girl. I could hardly recognize her. She was so young, energetic, and sunny. If she had changed her clothes, I would have mistaken her for a kind, cheerful, and charming court lady from Altdorf. But now, Cedin is just a numb, scarred body, a body that has clearly lost its soul."

"Perhaps only puppets controlled by vampires can have such a cold and numb death aura. She may indeed be dead..."

"Then the summons from Mordheim came, and the lord was furious with me for attacking the priest. I had to leave. I didn't know if Setin was still alive. Maybe she had been summoned by Sigmar to the kingdom of God, or maybe she was just like her pitiful mother and brothers, and continued to wander in the bright and miserable world."

"I hope the priest is willing to do this for Sigmar's sake. He is so pious—this bastard, this bastard who believes in Sigmar! How could he not be willing to say a final prayer for poor Setin!"

......

The Sister used up as much pen as a clerk would have worn out in a year's work in writing this passage, and the pen was often broken by the force of her uncontrollable grief and rage.

After reading it once, Al returned the book to the nun and looked at Helen in silence.

Thousands of words become one sound.

"Ugh."

Al is a very empathetic person.

He likes himself to be good and everyone else to be good too.

But his gaze was not limited to the surroundings that Al could directly see, the people he could see.

Because the world he came from was created by the vast majority of people who were not seen in Al's class and position.

Al sighed, and countless souls sighed with him.

A sad sob sounded in his ears.

Tears rolled down his eyes, and the sobs seemed to carry infinite magic, magnifying and strengthening Al's inner feelings several times.

[When every living being was in pain and dying, I heard them praying to me, 'Mom! Mother! Save me, save me'! ]

She spoke sadly, with boundless sorrow.

[But I can only watch, one creature after another decays and dies, one soul after another drifts away, flows into chaos, flows into the gods, and continues the reincarnation of playthings.]

The rage of the Blood Mother flashed in Al's pupils. He drew his sword, pointed it at the sky, and opened his mouth to speak.

But he stopped again, not knowing what to say.

[I have not given you any blessings, because my power is really weak compared to others. I just hope that you can truly be a brother, a truly kind and majestic little father.]

[They will all be your people, your sons and daughters, your brothers]

【I hope you can... move forward...】

The loving mother's voice faded away, and the benevolent and forgiving Earth Mother seemed to turn her attention elsewhere once again.

It was only then that Al found out what the fourth mother, who rarely showed up and rarely communicated with him, was focusing her main energy on.

Cure the plague, heal the wounds, save lives...

Setin's story only moved him, but the moment he heard the loving mother sobbing, El cried. The great deeds of the loving Mother God... Although she did not think so, she only thought that this was a mother's love for her children - all living beings in the world, and this love was far from enough to help every living being in need.

Al was crying loudly and the elder sister held him in her arms and patted his back to comfort him.

The Eternal God, who was determined to become a filial son, bowed his head from the bottom of his heart before his most noble Mother Goddess, who resolved countless sufferings in the world with pure love.

Call out the name "Mother" from the bottom of your heart.

The tolerance and kindness that mortals can hardly imagine and reach, the grandmother god, the benevolent earth mother...

The daughter of the purifying world, the protector of all life.

At this moment, Al realized that perhaps the greatest fortune of this world was the division of the four gods.

What they took away from the old four gods, the symbol of "positive", all positive emotions and areas, are the hope for the continuation of the mortal world.

The most majestic and widespread emotion is that the Lord of All Things, who once ruled over despair, corruption, plague, death, stagnation, and the end of all matter...

Nurgle.

and his counterpart.

loving mother.

Hope in despair, healing, prayer for health, peace, the survival of all things, patron goddess of all spirits and creatures...Mother of all living things.

Chapter 100: Blockade and Retreat Eastward

When Al came to Weiling for the second time, he was welcomed more sincerely and warmly than when he first came as an unknown savior.

Residents flattened the severely damaged buildings and exterior walls and used building materials to build temporary camps to receive refugees. The north of the city was filled with densely packed tent residences.

When El came back, the expeditionary forces walked in front, holding a flag embroidered with the pattern of the Kingdom of Estalia (El was considering giving them a new one someday) and riding on horses, shouting loudly:

"We're back!"

"Our army is winning battle after battle!"

"We marched westward for ten days, fought more than a hundred battles (this is obviously an exaggeration), and all were victorious, great victories!"

"We have beheaded countless greenskins and rescued tens of thousands of refugees!"

"My tribe is invincible!"

Although the good news had already spread throughout Viling with the teams that kept returning with refugees and remnants, when Aiel led the main force of the legion that suddenly appeared, defeated the greenskins, and saved the entire city from the brutal butcher's knife, it still caused a sensation among the residents.

The cheers shook the earth. The people of Weiling had picked flowers and young buds in advance and scattered them on the road. People were waiting on the roadside, holding their spouses and holding their children, with their families, cheering for the return of their ally and protector.

Ai'er intended to create a happy atmosphere, arranged for the beastmen to march in an orderly manner in the manner of a military parade, and ordered them not to show any cruelty or brutality towards civilians.

Wrathhorns are certainly not the bloodthirsty monsters that their (theoretically) close cousins, the Direhorns.

Their beliefs and thoughts are not that extreme. Apart from their natural pursuit of battle, glory, and competition, they are ordinary beastmen who can live a good life under normal circumstances.

They also abide by the rule that even many screenwriters tend to forget, which was once the rule of the Bronze Kobolds: "Do not attack those who are unarmed and powerless to resist." They will try their best to avoid the weak and innocent people from bleeding because of themselves. When the Blessed Bull led the guards to chase Ai'er, he was able to stop in time to avoid turning the little girl into a corpse. It was because of this idea.

Recently, inspired by the elder sister, Al considered whether he should spend some time and energy to do things seriously for his mother, expand and improve the doctrine and field.

The most important thing is that this will facilitate the development of missionary work in the human kingdom.

He thought of the following points:

The greatest courage is called benevolence!

Carrying a weapon but not using violence against others is a small benevolence and a small courage; carrying force and using it to defend the country and protect the people is a great benevolence and a great courage!

Military force should be used to challenge strong enemies and protect the weak. If one dies in battle, it is the greatest honor, because the people will always remember and sing the stories of their protectors and victims.

The Blood Mother will also be delighted that her warriors have returned to her realm in such a glorious and sacred way!

The Four Gods Mother needs you!

Under the banner of the Eternal Chosen!

Defend the world, defend the motherland, defend the people!

go ahead!

......

The girl bravely used all her strength to throw a bunch of white flowers over.

Blessed Bull spread out her second left hand, which was as big as a door panel, and the bouquet fell into her palm.

"give it to me."

Al called out to her, so she leaned over and held out her hands to Al.

The boy propped himself up and grabbed the tumbling bouquet and held it in his hand.

It was almost identical to the flower he had seen outside the city of Samana.

Al smiled, opened his mask and took off his helmet.

A handsome, delicate boy with black hair and red eyes, to the point where it's hard to tell whether he's a man or a woman.

It's a pity that it's not white hair...

Al raised the bouquet, waved it at the girl and smiled.

The latter's face instantly turned red, a color that Al had only seen in bed, and then he held his chest and gasped, and was pushed to the back by the even crazier crowd, especially the women.

Before he could fully remember the little girl's face, he lost sight of her.

Most of the women had obviously never seen what Al looked like. Even when he was riding a griffin around the city, he was wearing a helmet.

As for the aesthetic tastes of most beastmen... forget it. All you need to know is that they judge the opposite sex by the hooves, hair, and the appearance of the horns first. Their affection for El is mostly due to the triple worship of the leader, blessing, and God's choice, and then charm.

But humans are different.

Most of the time, especially one hundred and fifty years after the End, when Chaos declined and the fear of corruption had even been buried in old books, almost all human races naturally had the trait of being a "beautiful creature".

In the art salons and gatherings in Marienburg, if you are ugly and have a mediocre temperament, you will be excluded.

Even the imperial court is said to give extra points for appearance and demeanor when evaluating the performance of officials.