Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 115 03.0114: ‘Even if we are dirty and filthy, we are still shining brightly’

Horatio walked towards the busy Sister Arabella, who had just finished taking care of the wounded and was sitting on a bench to rest.

She had also witnessed the death of too many sisters today, but as a medical sister, she had witnessed too many deaths, and her face was only tired and sleepy, and she prayed softly for the souls that had passed away.

“Is there anything I can help you with, Sister?”

Horatio sat beside her. If there had been no Sister Arabella today, the death toll would have at least risen to another level.

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“Sergeant.” She smiled bitterly, exhaled a long breath, and asked, “Do you have cigarettes?”

Horatio was a little surprised.

“Wait a minute.”

He found Valina and borrowed cigarettes and a flint lighter from her.

"You smoke now, too?" Valina asked with a snort. She looked like she had a few more wounds on her body.

"Thank you for your timely assistance, otherwise more of my men would have fallen." Horatio thanked.

"Take good care of your men. Let them die a worthy death."

"Yes." Horatio put his legs together and saluted Valina.

She also saluted Horatio very solemnly. There was an unspoken responsibility and commitment in the salute between the two.

Horatio walked back to the medical sister and took out two cigarettes from the cigarette, one for the sister and one for himself.

He lit the cigarette with a lighter, helped the sister light it first, then held the cigarette in his mouth, leaned the fire against it, and took a light puff.

"If the elder sister sees it, she will be punished."

"Of course." The sister smiled bitterly: "I'm really too tired, sorry for letting you see me breaking the rules."

"It's human nature, I often break the rules." Horatio smiled.

Sister Arabella took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Many times, people smoke just to help themselves breathe deeply and refresh themselves.

The nun sighed: "Today is an exception. The combat stimulant has reached the critical dose and can no longer be used."

She looked up at the relief painting on the top of the church, smiled and said to Horatio: "You saved too many lives today, Sergeant Major, the Emperor, Saint Gilles, and Saint Arabella bless you."

"You too. Sister Arabella, Saint Arabella is proud of you and lives up to this name."

The nun remembered something while looking up at the murals on the top of the church, and took out an exquisite niche box from the power armor waist bag.

"This is a thank-you gift from our Holy Rose Convent. The elder sister personally picked it from the holy room to express your gratitude for your heroic anti-war as the garrison officer of the Heavenly Maiden Church and your defense of our holy land from being desecrated."

Horatio took the niche box from Sister Arabella's hand and opened it gently.

Inside is a white rose rosary, the symbol of the Holy Rose.

"This rosary is a holy object, said to be one of the ones used by Sister Saint Arabella. It contains a force field shield that can resist three attacks, and it is said to have magical effects, but we have not seen it either."

"Is it really okay to give me such a precious gift?" Horatio said with a wry smile.

"If you had not led the soldiers to fight bravely in the most dangerous time, awakened the miracle, and persisted until the reinforcements arrived, all the treasures in the holy room would have disappeared. Thinking of this, can you accept it?" The nun raised the corner of her mouth and smiled.

"You protected the burial place of Saint Arabella from desecration, and she will protect your life in the future."

"Next time I will go to the headquarters of the order to thank you."

"You are the one chosen by the angels, and the Holy Rose Congregation welcomes you at any time, Sergeant Major." The nun's voice was very soft and sweet, and she tied the holy object for Horatio.

"If you have time, I'll take you out for a walk next time. This will relieve your stress."

"I hope I really have time. I have never left the monastery and the medical prison since I was a child. When I was a child, the elder sister was very strict, and when I grew up, I had no time at all." The medical sister lowered her head, sighed deeply with regret, and smiled with self-mockery.

"It will happen. I'll take you to see the outside world and let you have a good rest."

"Thank you, let's take the children out first. They need some fresh air."

"Let's go."

Horatio walked towards the heterochromatic little girl he saved. The baker's daughter.

"Big brother, are we still alive?"

She was sitting on the flawless marble base of the statue. Her face was not as red as it was at the beginning, but she still looked very weak, her eyes were blurred, her tone was weak, and the scars on her face were covered by Sister Arabella with disinfectant cotton. There were several of them, and there was a bloody bandage wrapped around her head, which made people feel distressed.

"It's safe now. What's your name?" Horatio squatted in front of her and asked with a warm smile.

"Triske." The girl looked at the black-haired young man in front of her with her big watery eyes.

"My name is Horatio. Can you still walk? Triske."

The girl tried to move, but her legs were unstable.

Seeing this, Horatio picked her up and let her sit on his iron hand.

"Brother, will my parents go to the Emperor?" The girl trembled, not daring to look directly at the ground, so she had to lie on Horatio's shoulder armor and asked timidly.

"They will. Sanguinius is here to pick them up." Horatio said to the girl gently.

"Really?"

"Really, I saw it with my own eyes." Horatio looked at the light outside the church and said.

"Thank you for saving me." The girl's tears fell on Horatio's shoulder armor, and she sobbed: "Also, thank you... for surviving."

Hearing the girl's last words, Horatio's eyes widened slightly, with some surprise in his eyes.

He chuckled and walked out of the church gate with the girl.

A ray of sunlight shone on them through the light-transmitting device designed for the Church of the Goddess at the top of the earth's crust, bringing long-lost warmth.

Sister Arabella walked behind him, and the medical demolition gauntlet stained with blood and flesh was now holding the child's soft little hand.

The remaining church guards led the rescued children out of the front door.

There were a large crowd of people outside the door, including nuns, Anglican priests, lay clerks, soldiers, civilians, reporters, and officials.

Seeing the survivors of the battle of the Church of the Goddess coming out with their children, many civilians knelt on the ground excitedly, grateful for the protection of the Emperor of God.

The state church priests majestically announced that this was a blessing from the Emperor of God, and sprinkled holy water on them.

Many zealots stretched out their hands. They had heard about the feats of these warriors.

Now seeing them, they stood or knelt on the ground with excitement and trembling as if they had seen saints, stretched out their dirty hands, silently chanted prayers and scriptures, hoping to get a little bit of their holiness and glory.

Countless pairs of dirty hands touched Horatio's armor, body, and face in a murmur, making his whole body dirtier, as if he had crawled out of the mud.

Even the sergeant major's beret that he always carried with him was touched and fell to the ground, and was treasured by the clerks as a treasure.

Even so, he didn't care, but just hugged the child in his arms tightly.

Now Horatio's body is much dirtier, filthy, and full of blood than when he first came to this world and became a death row prisoner.

But in the eyes of everyone around him, his figure holding the child he saved is so tall, majestic, and sacred and inviolable.

Even though the broken body is covered with blood and filth, the fire of the soul still shines brightly.

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