The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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In fact, the suggestion of recruiting retired Astral Army veterans was given by Occam. He told Soshyan that there are a large number of retired Astral Army in the Maelstrom area. Many of them are actually from the extreme star field. To make a lot of money using the skills learned in the military, they can be used, but in a special way.

For veteran soldiers, it is not easy to impress them simply by faith and appeal. Adding some benefits is enough. Although Soshyan has some doubts about the loyalty of such soldiers, Occam's words moved him.

"Only those who have witnessed fear have a chance to overcome it. Most of them are actually losers who have been crushed by reality. If you can let them witness their self-worth and hope of success, they will be the most fearless and loyal. warriors."

"grown ups."

St Dalton muttered, frowning.

"This is a sacred war, and many of those strays are robbers, liars, and drunkards. If they could have died on the battlefield, we would have thanked them better, but now they are just living like a bunch of cowards, Even into heretics and pirates."

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A burst of anger suddenly rose in Soshyan's heart.

"Please tell us, Your Excellency, what is the crux of what made these veterans become so?"

The patriarch stared at Soshyan for a moment, stumped by the question.

"Ah, that's pretty obvious."

He carefully expressed his opinion.

"Lazy, skeptical, hating the rich, and resenting others, these people allow their lack of piety in their hearts to become so ungrateful to the Emperor's blessing that they are depraved."

Soshyan nodded, then looked around the table, and then looked at Talos beside him.

"Company commander, who is managing the spiritual well-being of those Astral Army veterans? Who supports their common beliefs?"

Talos replied with his characteristic sarcastic tone.

"Oh, Chapter Master, that must be the priests of the state religion."

"Pastors of the state religion."

Soshyan said, nodding thoughtfully.

"Your Excellency the Supreme Lord Commander..."

San Dalton was about to speak when Soshyan raised a hand and looked at Lieutenant Admiral Frost de Minos of the Navy.

"Lieutenant General Frost, in the fleet, is your officer class looking after the mental health of the common soldiers?"

He shook his head.

"No, my lord, no, that's on the clergyman, and if they have to say it, they're not as good as a bottle of moderate rum most of the time."

"Commander Soshyan High Lord, I must protest Frost..."

The patriarch spoke again, and Soshyan interrupted him with a gesture.

"Patriarch St. Dalton, I am not interested in your protests, nor the Emperor, who blames a peasant when his herd is devoured by wild beasts, or wanders aimlessly into a deep valley. His fellow peasant? Maybe the beast itself? Or, should he admit, he left his corrals in disrepair and should have worked hard to fix them before more animals were lost? You, like other priests, have an obligation Restore the morale and spiritual purity of those soldiers, as this is your responsibility from the Emperor, do not turn it into a guilt."

When the patriarch had been reprimanded, his face turned pale, and he stammered in an appropriately remorseful reply.