Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 56 Snack Bar Owner (Role Chapter)
Seeing that the small shop he had been running for many years was about to be demolished, Drake was somewhat moved.

Since the grown-up came, his daily life has undergone tremendous changes.

The black rat gang that used to ride on the heads of ordinary residents disappeared, replaced by a group of free labor on call.

It used to be necessary to buy all kinds of "bottom nest snacks" everywhere, but now it is no longer necessary.

As long as you go to the small temporary church in the middle of the residential area every day, you can receive a very filling glue block food for free.

But don't underestimate the appearance of this food and it's not very good food. You must know that the people next door are going crazy with hunger.

And receiving these "special foods" does not require any proof, you only need to pray to the temporary statue of the emperor to pay.

Of course, the improvement of the residential area is far more than that.

The "roadside garbage" that had piled up like a mountain before was now sorted in an orderly manner in the warehouse behind the church.

And the water supply, which had been sporadic before, and generally exuded a strange smell, has also become normal.

However, these "external things" are not the most important changes for the residents.

Only after the appearance of that phantom did Draco realize how "unexamined" he had been in the first half of his life.

No purpose, no belief, no hope.

This kind of life just to live, Draco has had enough.

The newborn Draco, like the rest of the inhabitants, was completely changed.

Drake knew the meaning of everything he did, so Drake was no longer confused.

Clenching the sapper shovel in his hand, Drake began to carry out the Emperor's will.

No one can sabotage the Emperor's plans before the last drop of blood is shed by the Crusader.

Although Drake and others have not experienced the penance in the Academy of Loyalty, and have not formally faced any "war" in the true sense, even if they have not been officially recognized, it will not affect the progress of Drake and his party in the slightest. morale.

Drake knew very well that the Emperor was watching his every move.

In a sense, Drake at this moment is far more worthy of the title of Emperor Fanatic than those cardinals, even archbishops, and even the Pope sitting in the splendid palaces.

"There is but one Emperor, one true God, one Savior, and one Deliverer. Without him, billions of souls would be food for the eternally hungry in the Warp!"

Silently reciting the oath learned from the Preacher, Draco silently waved the shovel in his hand.

Drake knew very well that this place would become the most intense battlefield tomorrow.

(I really envy that guy Franco, and I don't know where he is now.)
Yes, after that encounter with Franco, Drake never saw Franco again.

But Franco's house was in the middle of the residential area, and Draco couldn't envy him.

Of course, Drake also got the guarantee of the newly elected missionaries (the temporary ruling class appointed by Karl before), and after the battle, Drake was free to choose his next position in the church.

After some consideration, Drake chose Missionary.

Different from missionaries who are responsible for conservatives, missionaries are mainly responsible for spreading the faith to those areas that have not yet stabilized, which is a high-risk occupation in the true sense.

But Drake didn't care about the danger of this position. He couldn't see what he needed, but only what human beings needed.

(If this is my destiny, I shall slit the throat of the heretic with my blade before I draw my last breath.)
Time gradually passed with the sound of shovel waving.

In the "evening", Draco finally finished the work in hand.

Looking at the "trench" dug in front of him, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Drenched in sweat, Drake dragged his tired body towards the center of the residential area.

Soon, a hastily built "church" appeared in front of his eyes.

This is the temporary establishment of the governing body of the state church.

At this moment, Draco, even though his body was already exhausted, still maintained the most basic solemnity.

After saying the prayers, he received two days' rations from the new missionary, as well as a small-caliber kinetic rifle.

Looking at the dry food in his hand that was replaced with "salt crackers" this time, and several bottles of water lying at the bottom of the plastic bag.

Draco knew very well that tomorrow was the time to fight to the death.

He didn't say much, because he knew very well that every resident here would go to the battlefield tomorrow.

According to previous investigations, more than 3000 people from the coalition gangs came this time.

And the entire church, even if all the people are soldiers, only has a total of 2300 people.

Facing the "Allied Forces" composed of six gangs, the weak church had no choice but to fight to the death.

The periphery of the entire residential area has long been completely surrounded by the "Allied Forces".

This time, the other party didn't seem to want to leave any "alive".

After all, the banner of the church has already been declared. Once the coalition gangs fail to wipe their asses clean, no one is sure what will happen to them in the future.

Speechless all the way, Draco silently walked back to his home that had been dug into a trench.

After silently eating the biscuits, he poured down a whole bottle of "clear water".

Lying in a makeshift trench covered in construction dust, all he sees is a flickering yellow tubular electric light.

Will you win this time?
Draco didn't know.

Can I survive this time?
Draco didn't care.

What if sacrifices are required to hold the Emperor's Promised Land?
Drake wouldn't hesitate.

Hearing the sound of firefights approaching in the distance, Draco slowly closed his eyes.

Only in this way can he maintain his best condition when the real battle tomorrow.

Feeling the cold metal plate behind him, he had a sweet dream.

In that dream, he held the Emperor's banner aloft, bringing lands back to the light of the Faith.

Drake stood tall on the podium, preaching the great cause of the Emperor.

"The emperor's greatness lies not in the titles he has won, not in the golden throne he sits on, but in everything he has done for mankind!"

"What we believe in is not the emperor himself, but the spirit reflected in him!"

"In that confused darkness, it is this unyielding will that ignites the flame of hope for mankind!"

Standing on the high platform, he looked at the speech in front of him and felt strange for a while.

(This seems to conflict with the teachings of the state religion.)
But just as Draco was hesitating for a moment, a figure shining with golden light suddenly stood beside him.

"Only by letting go of the past can we face the future."

"Think carefully about what kind of state religion I want to see."

Hearing the middle-aged man's voice, Draco trembled all over in the dream.

But soon he reacted.

(If this is the Emperor's will, there is no need to question it!)
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(End of this chapter)