Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

"Respected Sister Archsister, you are insulting the entire Blood Cult. I will challenge you to a duel in front of the Emperor—"

"What a ridiculous performance, you are not worthy of it." The old and sharp voice sounded again, interrupting him again.

The old woman's repeated insults stimulated the arrogance in the traveler's heart, "Are you scared? If you are afraid of death, then go back and be Vandir's slave!"

After a brief silence, an old and angry roar came faintly from the church door. "Let him in!"

Chapter 7 Duel

I, Sindar, Grand Commander of the Sisters of the Silver Shroud, Abbess of the Priory of Saint Ilva.

I protect and encourage my sisters with selfless devotion. All the novices, perseverance students, rotation students and candidate sisters follow my leadership, listen to my truth, and grow up under the blessing of the Emperor. When I was young, I fought side by side with those sisters who swore allegiance to the Emperor as combat sisters.

Countless sisters have fallen on the long pilgrimage, and in the abyss beneath the magnificent Ilva Cathedral, countless pagan corpses testify to our strength, determination and piety. These bones have been purified from their evil masters, and at this moment, like stars embellishing the light of the stars, they have become the smallest decorations of the saint's relics.

This is our glorious testimony, and the only destination for all the hated enemies of mankind.

And now, a young boy from the Lower Nest, a hateful heretic, dares to insult us with such vile and despicable language. If he wants to die, then I will give him death!

"Sisters, put on your armor!"

Even when she was wearing armor, those vicious words would still rush into her mind. "Are you scared? If you're afraid of death, then go back and be Vandir's slave!"

She had never thought that she would hear the name Vandir from an outsider, nor did she expect to be insulted as a slave when she heard the name Vandir from an outsider.

During the Apostasy Era, the then Imperial Archbishop Gogi Vandire was the de facto founder of the Sisters of Battle, and the eternal nightmare of the Sisters of Battle who knew about this. The Emperor's Daughters were reorganized by him into "The Emperor's Bride" and served as Vandire's maids, harem, and personal guards.

The leader of the "Emperor's Bride" beheaded Vandire, ending the Heresy War. After the war, the State Church disbanded all its fleets and armies (men under arms), leaving only the battle sisters (women). Vandire was the original sin that the battle sisters were born with, and also their eternal shame.

As she thought about it, anger and shame flowed in her blood. She had never felt as strong and powerful as she did today in the past ten years. This is the blessing of the God-Emperor! I will kill this great heretic and live up to the expectations of the God-Emperor.

At this time, Salmin was sitting in his seat, enjoying the looks from the dozen or so novice nuns next to him who were looking at the garbage.

These beautiful young girls didn't know the meaning of the vicious words he had just said. They were hostile to him because he had angered the senior sister. They stared at him with their cute little faces or looked at him like trash. They chatted with each other, racking their brains to come up with civilized words that were a bit insulting. This beautiful scene actually made him feel better.

So he decided to hold back a little for their sake and no one would die.

The sound of steel hitting the carpet was heard. The old nun and her two guards were all wearing closed power armor. The old nun was like an angry lion, and every step seemed to be stepping on the hearts of everyone in the church. Salmin also noticed that the helmets worn by his two guards were decorated with irises.

That was not all. Behind the three men were 12 combat nuns armed with bolt guns and chainswords. The trainee nuns who had surrounded him also scattered like birds and beasts, standing in formation on both sides of the church with solemn expressions. Now a solemn and murderous atmosphere filled the entire church.

Salmin is actually nothing, he is just a battle sister. To put it bluntly, even if he stood there motionless, more than 30 people, each holding an ion pistol and overheating him, can't do any harm to him. If you want to hurt him, you have to take turns to use the melta bomb to self-destruct.

He was a little scared when he thought about it. These battle sisters might really bring melta bombs to self-destruct. It's better not to taunt them.

Fortunately, the other side had some martial ethics. The 12 combat nuns walked to the sides and blocked the trainee nun. In other words, the only ones he actually wanted to fight were the old nun and her two guards.

In the dead silence, the two sides walked to a distance of about 10 meters and stopped. Salmin wanted to say something, but he only saw infinite anger in the eyes of the old nun opposite him, so he closed his mouth.

"Carry the Emperor's will as your torch, with it destroy the shadows!"

"Success is measured in blood; yours or your enemy's."

Following the old nun's angry battle cry, three battle nuns charged at the same time. All of them were finely crafted power swords, three finely crafted power swords flashed dazzling sparks, one stabbed straight, and two slashed sideways.

With the support of the nun's standard power armor, the three swords rushed like thunder and in unison, blocking all the escape space, and mortals could not dodge at all. Even if the Space Marines came, they had to retreat in a hurry, and retreating meant facing three grenade launchers at the same time.

Woman, awesome! Who can stop a blow of anger? What the hell can stop it in this world?

Facing the combined attack of three people, Salmin just finished his prayer quietly. It was fast, but not fast enough. He was faster than the wind, literally faster than the wind. From left to right, he drew his sword and thrust it upwards. He only did this one move.

The crisp sound of steel colliding was followed by a teeth-grinding creaking sound, and finally the sound of metal hitting the ground.

The novice nuns opened their eyes wide. What?

They were only disturbed for a moment by the wind and waves, and in that moment, the three people who were charging turned into gourds falling to the ground. Three finely crafted power swords were lifted into the sky and inserted into the carpet, and only a small part of the three grenade guns were left in the hands of the three people.

"Faith is my shield."

To everyone's shock, Salmin sheathed his sword, uttered a prayer to end the duel, then stepped forward, grasped the old nun's left hand, and pulled her up.

Salmin's swordsmanship was mediocre at best, after all, he had only practiced for less than half a month. So how did he manage to knock away the power swords of three extremely skilled battle nuns at the same time? The answer is, fast.

I mentioned before that the Salmin's top speed is 25, but with the technological upgrade, it has increased by 1.25%, or 1.1. How fast is that? Mach. Of course, it doesn't take a physical body to go supersonic to fight a Battle Sister, but at top speed, its turning radius will become very large.

He only used less than half of his strength, from left to right, drawing the sword and thrusting it upwards, he only did this one move. He used extreme speed and strength to knock the three swords away. It was a knock, not a thrust. If you want to knock the sword away from the hands of such a sword master, you probably can't do it unless you are at the level of a chapter leader.

Chapter 8 Sunset

But he chose to shoot. When he pulled the three women up, he could see that their right thumbs were all bent back at a large angle. At that moment, Salmin broke the thumbs of the three women and their swords flew out of their hands. The upward strike was only to prevent the swords from flying out and hurting others.

Just as the three of them fell down due to the huge force, he used three swords in succession to cut off all the three people's grenade launchers, thus removing their last weapons.

By the time the 12 combat sisters reacted, Salmin had already pulled the old sister up. This made them unable to move or stand still. They could only stare at the old sister, hoping that she would give an order.

"Omina," the old sister called to a sister-in-arms. "Take them both to the infirmary. Their right hands are broken."

Then she bent her right thumb and said a prayer. Salmin raised his eyebrows. This old man was quite capable. He was able to unload the force in a split second. Her thumb was only severely dislocated. It was the same when she was cutting the bolter. At that time, she felt that the muzzle of the gun was already a little raised.

"I apologize, Your Excellency. I shouldn't have insulted the entire community of battle sisters. These girls are so pure and pious. I am ashamed of my behavior."

"No, I should be the one apologizing to you, merciful Master of Death. I lost. And I was the one who insulted the Blood Cult first. I apologize for my arrogance. You are right, I used Innocence as a shield. But I labeled a brother sect as a heresy just because you came from the Lower Nest." The elder sister sighed and said slowly.

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Salmin said, "To be honest, I came here today to ask for help from the respected Order of the Silver Shroud." This was also a way to give the combat nuns who had lost the duel a way out.

He went on to explain that he was going to launch a holy war against the Four Walls God Emperor of the Genestealers recently. Once the patriarch of the Genestealers was killed, the psychic stance on the infected followers would become invalid, and the pure-blooded chicken thieves who had lost their families would also cause a great turmoil in the Lower Nest. Therefore, he hoped that the battle sisters could provide some assistance to protect the civilians from the harm of the aliens.

The elder sister also said that the battle sisters and the assassins of the Death Worship Cult had a long-term relationship of fighting side by side, and it was a small matter to help. Not to mention that the one killed was a gay alien who insulted the Emperor and the state religion.

I'm afraid she doesn't even believe this. If you say that the state religion and the Death Cult assassins fight side by side, it's more like it, after all, the Death Cult assassins are members of the state religion's combat secret society, Salmin thought so while highly praising the battle sister.

Then, accompanied by the elder sister, Sarmin visited the Ilva Cathedral, and another old sister explained the glorious history. Then they had dinner together, only beans and porridge, and they didn't know how the fighting sister grew so strong. After evening prayer, a novice sister saw him off.

Elyse is a 13-year-old novice nun. The old nun said that the communication between the combat nuns cannot be transferred to others. It is not that they assisted the Death Cult assassins, but that a novice nun found out and asked for help. But Salmin felt that the reason was more than that.

He also had some impression of Sister Elysee. When he was enjoying the looks of the novice nuns looking at him like trash, there was one novice nun who was an exception. She stood at the outermost circle of the novice nuns, keeping a certain distance from the others, and looked at him with a strange look. It was like meeting a long-lost relative, but not daring to recognize him.

"Why do you want to let the child go with him? Although Elyse is not very popular, we can't..." Before the court official finished speaking, the old nun stretched out her right hand and placed it in front of her.

"What, what did you do?" She was depressed and suddenly found that the wound on the old nun's right hand had not healed.

"How is this possible?" the judge exclaimed in surprise.

The old nun did not explain to her, but prayed silently again. When she spread out her right hand again, the wound had healed. Then she spoke: "They are the same kind of people, the (Chulissas) assassin and the Sister of Silence. Keeping her here is just torturing him and us. As he grows older, it is less and less appropriate for him to be with us."

"Ah, then, then, can he be trusted?" The court official wanted to make a final effort.

"He has sworn an oath to the God-Emperor."

Then there was a long silence.

He and Elyse were walking on the dim streets when he suddenly realized something was wrong. It was dusk. It had been a long time since he had seen dusk or the sky. Above the lower nest was the upper nest, which was only a thick darkness made up of endless metal bars.

It's been almost a month, and he's starting to miss home.

He thought about the scenery of the earth, the delicious food, the computer, the mobile phone, his roommates and classmates at school, his family, parents, grandparents...

He looked up at the starry sky and wiped away the tears from his eyes. "It's been a long time since I last saw the sunset."

Elyse, who had been wanting to start a conversation but didn't know what to say, finally found the place to start a conversation. "Mr. Salmin didn't live in the Hive before?"

Salmin thought about it and said that it was a bit outrageous that I had lived in Terra before, and he really didn’t know what Terra in 40k was like.

"I grew up on a garden world called Russia. It's a very remote garden world that few people can find. But it's a very peaceful planet with birds singing and flowers blooming, and a prosperous economy. I also have a 'fellow villager' who is doing very well. He now lives in the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. If you're willing to listen, I'll tell you in detail later."

"Garden world, it's wonderful."

Elyse paused, clenched her fists and looked at him, "But since you grew up in the Garden World, how did you become so powerful?"

She had probably kept these words in her heart for a long time, so when she opened her mouth it was like she was chopping wood.

"I've always wanted to be a glorious sister of battle, but they always told me I wasn't suitable. I guess it must be because I'm not strong enough."

"I have never seen anyone as powerful as you. Even in that situation, you were able to easily subdue the elder sister. If I could be half as powerful as you, I would definitely be able to become a combat sister."

"Can you teach me how to become stronger? I can give you money. If it's not enough, don't you want a *slave? I, I can do that too..." At the end, Elyse blushed, but she also stuttered and grabbed his sleeve.

"6" Salmin didn't know what to say. He had already promised the old nun who mistook him for an assassin to train her to become a qualified Sister of Silence.

"Six days? No, six months? That's fine too. Thank you very much."

Elysee's speech made him confused. "Huh?"

Chapter 9 Pre-War Meeting

"Ah, listen to me, there's no way Hades would survive the first week of attack."

A slow but powerful voice rang out in the command room, interrupting everyone's arguments and thoughts, including me, Grimaldus.

(The following is Grimaldus's first person account)

The speaker was a very old man who looked as if he had only a few hours left to live. He was kept alive by a large amount of chemicals and biochemical modifications, as well as his loyal belief in the Emperor and his immense hatred for his enemies.

However, when the crosshairs of my mask locked onto him, I was filled with affection for this man. Piety and hatred were contained in every word he said.

He should not be here - it does not suit his station. He is only an Imperial Commissar, a rank that does not silence the other colonels, generals, captains and chapter masters of the Astartes as he makes his tactical plans. Yet to all present, and to all the people of Armageddon, he is the Old Man, the hero of the Second Armageddon War fifty-seven years ago.

Not just a hero, he is the embodiment of heroism.

His name is Sebastian Yarrick.

Even we Astartes must respect this name. When he told us that Hades Hive would be destroyed within a few days, the hundreds of people present fell silent and listened carefully to his analysis.

I am one of them. This will be my first instruction.

Commissar Yarrick leaned over the holographic projection table. With his only remaining hand, he entered the coordinates into the data pad, and the projection of Hades's hive city flickered and disappeared, turning into many important details on the two continents of the planet.

The old man was gaunt and shriveled, but his features were sharp and his facial bones were clearly visible. He pointed to the light spots in Hades Hive and the surrounding areas on the map. Those areas were mainly wastelands.

"Sixty years ago," he said, "the enemy's vast armies were defeated at Hades. We cannot mount a defensive deployment in the place where we once won victory."

There were murmurs of dissent among the crowd. The Commissar's voice was carried through the servoskulls floating in the room. These servoskulls were connected to the speakers in Commissar Yarrick's chin.

I was surrounded by the familiar roar of power armor and many unfamiliar smells and faces.

Standing on the far left of me was Seth, the Chapter Master of the Flesh Tearers. His face was filled with a lot of bionic tissue and looked hideous. His men called him the Guardian of the Rage.

He smelled of weapon oils, the blood of Sanguinius coursing beneath his weathered skin, and the pungent scent of the giant lizard predators of his native jungle. Seth was flanked by his lieutenants, each bald and with features as weathered as their leader. They had all suffered from whatever conflict they had been involved in over the past few decades.

To my left was my Grand Marshal Helbrecht, resplendent in black, bronze-trimmed fine Terminator armour. Next to him stood Emperor's Champion Bayard. Both men had their helmets on the table. Their majestic helmets distorted the edges of the holographic projection as they listened intently to Commissar Yarrick's speech.

I crossed my arms over my chest and also listened carefully to the speech.

"Why?" someone asked. The voice was low, so low that it didn't sound like a human voice, and it spread throughout the room without the need for a loudspeaker. Hundreds of people turned their heads to look at the Astartes, from a smaller chapter with bright red and orange paint, a chapter I didn't recognize. He took a step forward, rapping his knuckles on the table, and faced Yarrick nearly twenty meters away.

"This is Brother Captain Amaras," an Imperial Herald standing beside Yarick announced, smoothing down his blue smock. He then stabbed the ground three times with the butt of his staff, "Commander (Captain) of the Angels of Fire."

Amaras nodded in thanks, then stared at Yarick.

"Why do you think the Greenskin warlords could so easily march across the thick of the battlefields of the last war? We should gather our forces in Hades to resist the largest Greenskin offensive."

There were murmurs of approval from some of the commanders in the crowd. Amarathus took two steps forward and smiled at Yarrick.

"We are the Emperor's chosen, mortal men. We are His Angels of Death. We have centuries of combat experience to offer to you and these human commanders around you."

"No," another voice answered him. A roar came from the helmet's microphone, distorted and amplified by the servoskull. I swallowed and heard the herald knock the ground three times with his staff.

I didn't realize I was talking so loudly.

"This is the Reverend Grimaldus," the Herald announced loudly, "the Hermit-Master of the Black Templars."

Grimaldus shook his head at the assembled commanders. More than a hundred Astartes and mortals stood around the huge table in the converted auditorium. This was once the auditorium used by the Forge World to perform those boring dramas. Now, this auditorium is filled with uniforms of various colors and insignias of various chapters. General Kurov is the right-hand man of the political commissar and completely obeys all the orders of the old man.

"These xenos do not think the same way we do," Grimaldus said. "The greenskins do not return to Armageddon for revenge or to kill us for past defeats on Imperial territory. That land holds no value to them. They come simply for the joy of killing."

Yarick, the emaciated old man in a black uniform, looked at the knight quietly.

Amaras slammed his fist down on the table and pointed it at the Templar, and Grimaldus gently raised his scepter.

After a moment of calm, Amaras almost roared, "That lends credence to my belief."

"This has nothing to do with faith. Have you ever visited the ruins of Hades? It is a ruin. Nothing is left except traces of battle. Our enemy knows this, and he will understand that the Imperial army will only put up a token resistance here, and then retreat to defend the hives that are still worth defending. The greenskin warlords are likely to flatten Hades directly from orbit instead of taking it from the ground."

"We cannot let this hive fall! It is a symbol of humanity's resistance! With all due respect, Reverend—"

Chapter 10: Exile to Halsridge

"That's enough," Yarrick said. "Please calm down, Captain Amarathus. Grimaldus has a point."