Warhammer 40k, but I’m really not an angelic father!

"There's flesh left on the wounds. The arm was severed by the chainsaw sword, and the skin on the leg wound has shrunk. It must have been torn off forcefully, right?"

At this moment, even Malakin trembled as he told the true origin of the wound of the seriously injured soldier. The teeth of the chainsaw sword had forcibly sawed through the joint between his arm and body. Due to the high-speed rotation of the teeth, a large amount of minced meat was left on the wound.

The muscle tissue and tendon fibers of the leg had been pulled off completely, but during the tearing, the separation between the skin and the muscles caused the remaining outer skin tissue to shrink back.

"You have a very accurate vision, my lord. It seems that more than a decade of fighting has made your judgment more precise."

Malakin looked at the nameplate on the neck of the seriously injured soldier. On this silver oval nameplate was engraved his name, Markarian Van Tilt.

"Have you taken any painkillers?"

"No, sir. The painkillers have been given to the wounded who can recover."

When the first two words of this sentence came out, Malakin and Sandiles began to look at Makarian in disbelief.

He didn't take painkillers, which meant he was just enduring the aftereffects of the injury?!

How can this be?

This kind of wound can almost directly cause a person's spirit and self to completely collapse. Even an iron man cannot maintain his will after suffering such an injury.

He now suddenly began to believe what his father said.

Compared to those nobles who enjoy luxury, the man in front of him is also a mortal, but his will has even surpassed that of Astartes.

Having an arm sawed off by a chainsaw sword and having a leg torn off are both injuries that are terrifying enough to be described in words.

At least he, Malakin, believed that most beings could not withstand the mental stimulation brought by such pain without the use of any medicine.

"Has your wound stopped bleeding?"

"Already done."

"Who performed the surgery on you, the Medical Sister or the Alchemist?"

"Neither, my lord."

Markarian forced a smile, then, enduring the pain on half of his body, he raised his right hand and pressed it on the arm of the Senai brother who wanted to give him an injection with his own painkiller.

"Please don't waste medicine on someone like me. My death is inevitable, but this medicine may save another life in the near future."

"Please don't let me bear the possibility of causing others to sacrifice, okay?"

Compared to the Senai brothers' hands in power armor, Markarian's hands looked incredibly small.

But for Brother Senai, he only felt that this hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Tears welled up in his eyes, but in order to show respect to Markarian in front of him, Brother Senai did not let the tears flow out.

Under Markarian's gaze, he put the painkiller back into the medicine bag on his waist and took out a block of malt sugar obtained from the agricultural world.

"Please accept this."

At this time, the other wailers also took out their own malt sugar blocks, hoping to share them with the other dozen seriously injured soldiers.

But what they didn't expect was that none of the seriously injured soldiers would refuse to accept such an insignificant gift.

Instead, they looked at the little ones who were blocked behind the nuns in their own ways, either staring with their eyes or raising their only remaining arms to point in that direction.

"Give it to those children. They are the future of the empire. At this age, they have seen some things that will cast a shadow on their lives. Candy will make them feel better."

The Senai brothers respected Markarian's choice and walked up to the children, then spread their hands holding the maltose blocks in front of them.

He could see the children's desire for candy, but the children looked at each other, then put their hands behind their backs at the same time, and finally looked at the seriously injured people silently.

Even these kids turned down the candy!

If the seriously injured soldiers' pushing and shoving made the Senai brothers respect them, then the silent kindness of these children made the Senai brothers' inner emotions completely out of control.

His body, which was as heavy as a hill to the children, trembled slightly, and tears as big as beans fell from his eyes.

He couldn't believe that being in the upper nest of such a remote planet would cause his understanding of the upper and lower limits of human nature to be broken simultaneously.

These children did see things that would cast a shadow on their past lives, while those true warriors helped these children see things that would fill their future lives with light.

Perhaps these warriors will eventually die, but their will will be like a beacon that illuminates the way forward for these children.

Brother Senai and several other weepers handed the candies in their hands to the battle sister, and then walked out of the hiding room under the latter's puzzled gaze.

In fact, these combat nuns did not see the look in Brother Senai's eyes when they left the hiding room.

However, if one had to find some words to describe it, it would be a look that would make Khorne on the cranial seat feel so exhausted from the high O in his head that he would feel exhausted all over.

They needed to be released now, and the cultists on the way back from the hiding room to the elevator shaft were perfect sandbags.

The Senai brothers dared to guarantee with their own personal integrity that even if the Blood Knights and Flesh Tearers came today, they would have to admit in front of these Weepers that they were too conservative in killing the enemies.

Chapter 24: Can we ask the Sisters to spend the Emperor's cheap currency?

Malakin did not pay attention to the actions of the Senai brothers, but silently looked at the wounds on Markarian's arms and thighs that had been bandaged urgently.

He no longer wanted to ask Markarian how he stopped the bleeding because he could smell a slight hint of coke in his nose. Although the industrial disinfectant on the bandages was very pungent, it still couldn't cover up the faint smell of coke on the wound.

These soldiers used flames to stop the bleeding of their wounds on the battlefield. The limited individual medical supplies were given to colleagues who had the potential to recover, and they accepted their future outcomes in this way.

"Damn it! It would be great if there was an industrial planet or a medical planet near Valentino. Even more medical supplies would be great!"

In fact, as the Governor's Guard, Markarian and his men had already received a lot of medical supplies, but they were faced with the task of suppressing the rebellion of the entire Upper Nest with limited manpower, not to mention that a considerable number of planetary defense forces had also sided with the traitors.

They fought for half a month, and the nobles ordered the planetary defense forces to block the news of the nest for half a month.

The isolation between the middle nest and the lower nest is very strict, and the isolation between the upper nest and the middle nest is even more like a world of separation. As long as the planetary defense forces responsible for blocking the upper nest do not want to, the middle nest will not be able to obtain any news about the upper nest.

It can even be said that if they had not sought better medical treatment for Valedin and checked on the situation in the upper nest, the people hiding in the hiding room before them would have most likely lost their lives in the blockade.

By then, those of us in Zhongchao might still be unaware of it.

"Forgive me, we don't have enough time to give you a proper funeral now."

"I need no funeral, my lord. I beg you to lead us to the elevator shaft, where we will render our last service to the Emperor amidst the flames."

"As you wish, are you ready?"

"Don't worry, but can I have a small request?"

Markarian's face flushed slightly, and then he looked at the battle sisters behind Malakin with some embarrassment.

"If possible, could you please, Sister, carry us over? We have a dozen of the Emperor's cheap coins and hope that a special carrier will come and spend us."

Markarian's words caused unanimous laughter from his colleagues around him, and even the fighting nuns looked at them with complicated eyes.

It's already late, your life is almost over, and you still have the mood to joke around.

Even Malakin couldn't hold it anymore at this point, and walked out of the hiding room directly with the Questioner and the Bloody Broadsword.

I haven’t said anything yet!

You TM still dislike me!

Even if you want me to hold you now, I won't do it. With this little energy, I might as well go kill a few more cultists... to avenge you.

Laughter was now heard in the hiding room, which had originally had a gloomy atmosphere. Although this wish had a bit of an absurd joke in it, no one took this request as a joke.

The other soldiers of the Governor's Guard had tears in their eyes while smiling. They kept the bitterness in their hearts and sent their brothers off with laughter.

"This is our duty."

The battle nuns beside Alexia looked at each other, then each walked to the side of a seriously injured person, and slowly picked them up with the kindest expression and the gentlest movements they could show in their lives.

But even though the battle sisters achieved this, Markarian and the others who were picked up still felt the pain as if their bones were being broken and their flesh torn.

The pain was so severe that it almost made their hearts stop. They didn't even dare to take a breath, for fear that the swelling of their lungs would affect their muscles and cause more pain.

Markarian gritted his teeth and relied on his willpower to stay awake.

He knew that he couldn't faint. His body was constantly urging him to get rid of the stimulation brought by the pain by passing out.

But he knew he couldn't do that.

Even if it was against his body, he must not pass out!

"May your souls finally return to the Golden Throne, and may your spirits rest in peace beneath the Emperor's glory."

"May your glory live on with your will, and may your glorious deeds be sung forever by the people of the Empire."

The battle sisters carried the seriously wounded and led those warriors who could still move on their own towards the elevator shaft, while Alexia was at the front of the team, reciting the hymns of the state religion for Markarian and others.

No enemies appeared on their way to the elevator shaft, and even the obstacles on the road had been cleared away.

Some immovable obstacles were directly broken down by violence. Sandales even saw a ceramic steel sealed door with a huge hole sprayed out by a double-barreled hot melt.

You have to know that this thing is usually installed on super heavy tanks. Even in wartime, it will take some time to break it open.

And in just such a short period of time, a double-barreled hot melt was able to spray a huge hole in such a sealed ceramic steel door. It is conceivable how angry the machine spirit of this weapon must be.

It is also worth mentioning that the ammunition of the double-barreled hot melt is limited, and those ammunitions are not enough to support the double-barreled hot melt to spray a hole in the ceramic steel sealed door.

So the question is, where did the extra ammunition come from?

Was it because there was more ammunition, or was it because each round was more powerful? Or was it that a certain being on the Piyanka Skull Seat was secretly working for the souls of Markarian and the others?

When Sandiles and the others were about to reach the elevator shaft, Malakin and the eight weepers of the Senai brothers had already lined up on both sides, bidding farewell to Markarian and the others with the ritual of burying battle brothers within the chapter.

Next to Malakin and the others were thirteen pieces of high explosives that had been placed to blow up the elevator shaft's operating structure. With just a simple press of a button, the elevator shaft leading from the upper nest to the middle nest would completely stop.

Blood flowed on the blades of every fighting brother, but these drops of blood all avoided the team's path, as if they were afraid that their presence would taint the cleanliness of the road.

The battle sisters placed the warriors in their arms one by one and left a mark of blessing on their foreheads.

Some of the battle sisters had almost dim eyes, simply because the warriors in their arms had fallen into a deep sleep. This precious currency of the Emperor had exhausted its brilliance and become dim.

Of the fourteen seriously injured soldiers, only seven remained conscious, and Markarian was among them.

After taking the detonator from Malakin, Markarian signaled Sandales and the others to get on the elevator and leave the upper nest.

All actions were carried out in silence until the elevator started to move and the gear devices at the four corners sent them to the middle nest, and then a slight cry was heard among them.

The elevator quickly reached the middle nest, and everyone left the elevator as quickly as they could.

At the last moment when he turned his back to the elevator shaft, a violent explosion accompanied by the sound of the elevator shaft parts stopping resounded throughout the entire middle nest.

"Leave the rest to us. May you rest in peace."

Chapter 25 Both Hearts Hurt

The addition of the Sisters of Battle supplemented the high-end combat power of these loyalists. Although these Sisters of Battle were not as strong as the Astartes in terms of hard power, they were definitely much more capable than ordinary troops.

After briefly settling the lightly wounded soldiers and combat nuns who retreated from the upper nest, Sandales took Malakin and the others back to his tavern.

This time he came back not to drink, but to move wine.

At such a critical moment, these wines become very important supplies from an emergency perspective. Instead of letting them stay here, it is better to use them as medical supplies.

As the Senai brothers carried boxes of wine out of the tavern, Malakin looked at Sandiles beside him.

"What should we do next? The Upper Nest has been isolated, and the situation in the Lower Nest is becoming increasingly chaotic. We may lose control of Valentino before reinforcements arrive."

Malakin's voice was extremely soft at this moment. Compared to the noise and panic on the street outside the tavern, such a voice was just like the buzzing of a mosquito.

Sandiles looked out the window silently. In his sight was the chaotic crowd and panicked civilians. The explosions in the upper nest and the sounds of fighting in the lower nest were like hammers constantly hitting their fragile defenses.

He understood these people. Maybe they themselves were not afraid of death, but they still had families.

Among the crowd, he had seen many people handing over their limited tickets to their wives and children, and finally returning quietly to their own cabins to wait for their final fate to come.

I actually did that myself.

Just now, he and old man Valedin worked together to cram the two guys, Capolis and Koopman, onto the last transport ship heading to a garden world in the Extreme Star Region.

They originally thought that Kapolis would be the one crying and refusing to leave.

But the reality is more abstract than they imagined.

Perhaps it was the time in the Sandales Tavern that completely changed Copeman, a veteran of the Zafra Chemical Dog class.

So when he realized that Sandales really intended to let him leave Valentino and face the danger alone, Koopman almost cried until his voice became completely hoarse.

If this kind of thing happened to him when he was still a chemical dog in Safra, he would definitely turn around and leave immediately, and make a few sarcastic remarks at the same time. After all, giving such a chance to survive to others is the behavior of a fool.

But if this happened to him now, this behavior would be equivalent to pushing him away from the light.