Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry

"Ah! Yes! The saint! The saint should be welcomed back! Accept the worship and faith of all people! He will guide us!"

Marion knelt before the Sleeper, praying to the prophesied saint for guidance.

But Omar didn't look so enthusiastic. He took a few steps back and hid in the shadows, looking at the so-called "Son of Prophecy" indifferently.

real? Fake? As a judge, he needs to doubt everything, rather than trusting it completely because it corresponds to the prophecy. If his long journey has taught him anything, it is not to believe in prophecies.

But the influence of Saint Laculas in this star region is really too great. He saved so many people a hundred and fifty years ago, and restored the hearts of people who were on the verge of collapse from the violent attacks of the Greenskins and Ada pirates. Come together.

Even before Omar was recruited by his teacher to become a member of the Inquisition Chamber, he grew up listening to the stories of the saint Laculas. Otherwise, he would not be able to recite that passage as perfectly as Bishop Mariel.

"We have to take the Son of Prophecy with us! Take him to the church to receive the worship of all people! We will follow the saint to the end!"

Omar watched as Bishop Marian and his excited men gently lifted the Child of Prophecy. The Crusaders put their shields back and bent their bodies. They huddled together but maintained stability and balance. They solemnly carried the Son of Prophecy and slowly walked out of the bunker.

Nuns and priests stood on either side, protecting the saints who were marching among them. The soldiers watched them carry what they had wasted a lot of ammunition and artillery shells and failed to destroy onto the aircraft belonging to the state religion, without saying anything.

Bishop Marian calmed down his excited brain and spoke to Colonel Hans, the commander of the blockade, "This is an angel sent by the great God Emperor! Saint! You don't know that you have offended the great saint, but The God Emperor will forgive your unintentional actions, but sinners still need to atone for their sins!"

"Yes, my lord, sinners still need atonement."

Colonel Hans replied indifferently and made an eagle salute to Bishop Marian.

"Our troops will go to the Scrap Steel Plains, and we will participate in the breakthrough mission against the bunker group."

"very good."

Bishop Marion nodded with satisfaction. He knew the style of the Kriegs and how desperate and suffocating the bunkers on the scrap steel plain were.

After these people pass by, they will all turn into corpses buried in the crater within an hour of launching the charge. This is their atonement for offending the saint.

And he, as well as his subordinates, will recruit an entire Legion of Atonement after returning to wash away the disrespect for the saint in the death of the war.

Great God Emperor! Great will! Please witness our guilt in death!

The people from the State Church boarded the aircraft and left. Judge Omar looked at the direction in which the state religion was retreating, not knowing what he was thinking.

"I don't mean any disrespect to the so-called saint. I just thought, is it really such a coincidence? At the critical period of our investigation? I always feel very strange, sir."

"I'm surprised too, Rust. But it's true, everything above is correct. If it wasn't the responsibility and the teacher's instructions, I would believe it."

"Then what's next? What should we do next? With the Saint, it will be more difficult to investigate the state religion here."

""

Judge Omar did not speak, just shook his head silently, looked at the Krieg soldiers who were preparing to march, and then looked at his Inquisition transport ship.

"I think he'll come back."

"Is it also a prophecy in the book?"

"No, Rust."

Rust closely followed Inquisitor Omar who was striding towards the transport ship, waiting for his reasons.

"It's intuition."

Somewhat unexpected, but consistent with Rust’s understanding of Inquisitor Omar. He nodded and indicated that he would wait for the day when Inquisitor Omar's intuition would come true.

Two days later, in the church of Landes Religious World, all the bishops learned that Bishop Marion had welcomed back a redeemer predicted by Saint Laculas.

Their first reaction was of course disbelief, thinking it was heresy, but then their investigation of icons and psychic powers plunged them into an orgy of faith.

All the details in the prophecy are correct, this is a saint!

Later, Bishop Marion organized the Atonement Legion because of his disrespect and guilt for the saint, preparing to enter the deadliest battlefield in the religious world of Randers to atone for his sins.

The other bishops followed the archbishop in preparation for the saint's awakening. They knelt down in front of the saint day and night, silently reciting the emperor's holy words and the teachings of saint Laculas.

Finally they saw the sleeping figure wake up. He opened his eyes and scanned the crowd.

"who are you?"

"We are the humblest servants of the Emperor and your followers."

"who I am?"

"You are the emperor's spokesperson in the world and the savior of all peoples!"

"Am I the savior?"

The archbishop felt that the awakened saint was still a little confused, but he did not dare to check his condition carefully. He had to press his head tightly to the ground to show his piety.

The man was a little strange. He repeated the words over and over again, saint? Savior? Am I a saint? Am I the savior?

He felt the chaos in his mind, sometimes killing and cruel, sometimes indifferent and holy, sometimes thirsting for blood, sometimes despising the common people.

"I am the savior." The man murmured to himself with certainty. He vaguely knew that he was not such a cruel and murderous person, and he also felt the resentment and dissatisfaction of the bloody energy in his mind against him.

If it’s not this, then of course it’s that.

He is a saint! It's the savior! The savior of all lost sheep! He is the spokesperson of the God Emperor walking in the mortal world!

Thinking of this, his eyes began to change from confusion to indifference, and his face changed from plain to solemn and sacred.

But then he heard another voice, this voice was clearer and clearer.

"You are soap."

A female voice sounds very familiar, what should I believe?

Am I a soap? What is soap?

"You are an Astra Militarum."

Am I an Astra Militarum?

Ah, in that broken memory, I did see a hazy figure fighting bloody battles in trenches and positions. He was an Astra Militarum, so he might not be a saint.

The sacred expression turned dull, and the cold eyes became gentle again. He looked at the bishop who was kneeling on the ground and spoke slowly.

"Am I a saint?"

"You are a saint!"

"Will you listen to me?"

"We will carry out your will."

"Send me to the 141st Krieg Regiment. I am an Astra Militarum."

All the bishops raised their heads in astonishment. They looked at the saint sitting in the church and didn't know what to say for a moment. But they still remembered to follow the teachings of the saints and implement the words of the agents of the emperor's will.

"Saint, you should stay here. Many believers need your light to shine."

Some of the bishops were impatient and tried to persuade the saint to stay instead of living in the mud in the trenches ahead.

“Are you going to disobey the saint’s words?”

The bishops who tried to persuade were choked by their throats, and they could not say anything to refute, because they had already seen the dissatisfied eyes of other bishops, which were the eyes of the heretics.

Anyone who disrespects the words of the saint will be killed!

Finally, everyone bowed down again, "We follow your will."

"No need, don't affect my actions. You go to the Atonement Corps."

"Yes. Saint."

The Kriegs send Mother's Day wishes to the Mechanicum priests in charge of their cloning pods

According to the official book, it is doubtful whether the Kriegs are pure replicators. Just like other books written by gw, it may be to leave room for imagination (for better reading). I will write down a rough outline of everything, and then I won’t spell it out for you.

After all, this is essentially a commercial game about buying villains, and the story is incidental.

So you don't need to care too much about who was born and who was cloned, as long as the thing is usable.

Not to mention that the Kriegs made fun of the political commissar in Kai Xiaobao's book.

In a Krieger style of course.