This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 77 Stand Behind Me, Madam (4k)

If there really is hell in the world, then the mutants that have emerged from the cracks in the lower nest at this moment will show the appearance of hell before them.

Yulia looked at those hideous creatures with horror. These creatures that only existed in urban legends slaughtered all the refugees entrenched around her home the moment they rushed into the hive.

Then the wizards holding human bone wands performed a desecration ritual on the corpses.

The tissues that expanded and exploded from these corpses adhered to the mutants. These evil creations drilled into their flesh and then created a bunch of twisted monsters amidst the tragic wails.

"do not look."

Price covered Yulia's eyes with his hand, and the familiar warmth calmed her panicked heart a little.

"Pack your things, we should leave."

"Ah."

Yulia accompanied Sofia to pack some compressed food and water, as well as a pistol for self-defense, and then went back to the house, smashed the photo frame, and put the family portrait inside into her arms.

She knew she had to travel light.

Price was still looking out the window, watching the shadows of the cultists approaching. They were waving refugees who were being pierced from the hips to the head with multi-thorn bone forks, indicating that the block had fallen into their hands.

For some reason, community activities have visibly decreased or even disappeared recently. At the same time, the activities of cultists in these marginal areas where their homes are located have become more rampant.

For a while, Price even heard the sound of the Emperor's poison blade firing, but he subconsciously regarded it as an illusion.

He silently withdrew his body, endured the pain in his chest and inserted the magazine into the grenade launcher. He glanced back at Erica who was wearing a blindfold, and then led the girls to another block through the safe passage.

They crossed two blocks with ease. This was an area that Price had already explored, but before he could feel grateful for the Emperor's blessing on the smooth journey, accidents occurred one after another.

Or maybe, this is fate.

The wizard, who already shared the world with the devil, only took a casual glance and found a shining soul among the ruins.

Round and smooth, it looks like a piece of amber cast from pure white resin.

"Get 'em!"

The emptiness and hunger in his soul urged him to shout, like a shrill whistle, causing the twisted creatures and mutants beside him to run forward quickly.

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A bomb shot out, shattering half of the body of an evil creature. Price endured the piercing pain in his back and shouted:
"Run, run along the road, don't stop."

Yulia took the little girl, lightening Sofia's burden, and then the two of them started running.

Then Price wanted to raise his gun again, but the piercing pain in his chest made him unable to straighten his back.

For this reason, he had to give up the idea of fighting while retreating, and with one arm, he placed the muzzle of the gun on a broken pillar and continued to fire at the enemy.

At this time, three mutants had already approached. The one in the lead had two faces and was incredibly strong.

He first knocked down the two slightly thin enemies with explosive bombs, and then fed the last two explosive bombs in the magazine to the burly mutant.

The iron hammer mixed with flesh and blood smashed forward relentlessly.

Price endured the severe pain and rolled on the ground, and the inferior grenade launcher turned into fragments along with the pillar.

Twenty years ago, Price would have been sure he could easily kill these Chaos scum, but now he is old and injured.

"Come on, scum of Chaos."

Five meters away from the 'beast', Price hid his short knife behind his back.

"My death will take you."

The 'beast' nodded woodenly and tried to move forward.

Just when Price was about to make a desperate attempt, another change occurred that should not have happened in his fate.

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The dense rain of bullets formed a line, mowing the tall beast into pieces. The cross-fire network quickly opened up a death zone, keeping the charging cultists out.

Price looked back.

There were heavy transport vehicles one after another, lying across the middle of the road, their cannons firing at the surrounding pagans.

The most eye-catching thing was a tall figure in the middle of the team.

"It's an angel, the Emperor's angel!"

Yulia let out a low cry of surprise.

But Price didn't show much joy.

Although it was not a familiar color, he was deeply impressed by the logo on the armor.

Especially when they were feasting on corpses on the battlefield.

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Price couldn't help but sigh in his heart, wondering why fate always played tricks on him, why when all his comrades of the same age had left, he was left alone to guard the treasures they left behind, struggling on a planet half a galaxy away from his hometown.

"Get closer, get closer to their team."

He yelled with the last of his strength and then fell to the ground.

At this point, all we can do is take a gamble.

He stared straight ahead, allowing the bone javelins thrown by the cultists to pierce his thighs.

He wanted to see the end of all this. He couldn't accept that the treasures of himself and his comrades were taken away so easily.

"Damn it! You took away my most coveted treasure!"

The wizard in the distance screamed, and a surging spell gathered in his hands, smashing directly towards Yulia who was holding the little girl.

"Do not."

Price shouted desperately.

A shadow enveloped the fleeing Yulia.

clang!
The demonic spell hit the shoulder armor, chewing a hole in it and causing the angel's body to tremble.

Only then did Yulia realize that she had already experienced death.

"Stand behind me, ma'am."

The angel did not look back. His solid back stood between the Price family and the evil spirit, like a solid wall.

He raised his gun, and the flames that ignited the air flashed across, followed by an overwhelming barrage of bullets.

And this is the ending that Price saw.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?"

The glaring light brought Price back to his senses. He stroked his chest, which no longer felt any pain, and looked around.

The patrolling national religion law enforcement team, the orderly crowd, the hall that was not tidy but not chaotic either, the fragrance from the food, and the bandage wrapped around his chest.

He was rescued by a group of armed believers who were patrolling the edge of the upper nest. Their purpose was to gather those who were still scattered.

Everything seemed so unreal.

There was a little more light in the field of vision.

Price looked back and found that it was the young man in front of him who ran away.

He hurriedly stepped forward and looked at the political commissar who was sitting upright in his seat. Except for the fact that he had become an old man, all his features were consistent with his memory.

Price often lamented the vastness of the Milky Way, which made him unable to return home. Sometimes he had to sigh at the smallness of the Milky Way, as he could meet old friends in a foreign land.

"You cut in line."

Looking at the list in his hand that was not even one-third filled, Commissar Alex of the Broken Sword said without looking up.

He was recruiting soldiers to serve as auxiliary forces to operate non-essential links in each tank crew.

Because Cadia has now fully transformed into a heavy armored force, there are not too high requirements for the physical fitness of the soldiers. What is important is a firm will to fight, which is enough to prevent them from making mistakes when reloading and aiming.

"The young man in front of me couldn't handle your pressure anymore."

A hand covered with wrinkles and scars pushed out a piece of yellow rag.

"Armageddon Iron Legion, 141st Regiment, John Price."

The political commissar raised his eyes and saw an old man in a yellow coat in front of him.

The old man just stood straight in front of the political commissar, looking into those creepy eyes without any fear.

"Price?"

The political commissar asked again tentatively.

"Long time no see, Alex."

Price smiled and said that meeting an old friend in a foreign land made his long-tense brain nerves suddenly relax a lot.

The political commissar looked at his watch, left a space blank on the registration form, and motioned his old comrade to wait aside. After completing two hours of registration and screening, he handed the work over to the adjutant who came to relieve him.

"Long time no see." The political commissar extended his hand and brought him to the edge of the team.

Two equally old hands were clasped together.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Noticing the commissar's mottled hair, Price couldn't help but sigh.

"The ageless political commissar has finally grown old."

"My great-grandson is older than you."

With a faint smile, he retorted, then the political commissar opened his cigarette box and asked, "Why are you here?"

"After an expedition, the troops suffered heavy casualties. The few hundred men left were not worth transporting, so they were left here. They didn't live to see you."

Price smiled and stretched out his hand. A mechanical priest took a drop of blood with an instrument, and then a blue light lit up on it.

This means passing.

This is a genetic testing device that can detect humans infected by the Genestealer aliens. In the shrine where millions of imperial citizens gather, each person undergoes such a test once a day on average.

Suddenly I felt that this old political commissar should appear here.

Price rubbed away the blood that oozed from his fingertips.

In his imagination, the best possible situation for their family would be many times worse than it is now.

Then Price pushed away the cigarette offered to him.

"I've quit smoking and drinking."

He said.

"Have a family?"

The political commissar simply put out the cigarette he had just lit.

"Well, my wife passed away early, so she didn't have to deal with this misfortune. She left me a daughter named Yulia. She hoped that I would live longer, so now I have outlived all my old friends."

Price's smile was self-deprecating.

"But should I say it's lucky or unlucky, I seem to be able to die on the battlefield in this life."

"Sir, you have failed the test. Please move aside!"

Just as the political commissar was about to say something, a commotion caught the attention of the two.

It was a young soldier arguing with his adjutant.

Judging from his attire, he should be from the local planetary defense force.

The Pierrede Planetary Defense Force was dispersed in the initial battle because the top leaders had been infiltrated by Genestealers. In order to eliminate the possible threat this force might pose to the tribe, they were directly thrown into the worst battlefield.

"I am from our reconnaissance company, and I think my professional abilities are sufficient for this duty."

"We are not just assessing professional ability, sir."

The adjutant looked at the young man indifferently, and sighed inwardly when he saw that the other party subconsciously avoided his gaze.

How can you expect such a hesitant person to shoot and save your life when you are fighting against the devil?
"If you simply want to serve the empire, you can sign up for the State Religion's Armed Followers or the Law Enforcement Team, both of which offer good benefits."

As soon as the adjutant finished speaking, the young soldier was pulled aside by a middle-aged man.

"My name is Skok, I'm a technician, and I'm proficient in using laser firearms."

The adjutant continued to stare at him with his emotionless hawk-like eyes.

"What are you fighting for?"

The middle-aged man looked into the adjutant's eyes indifferently.

"For my family."

"Very good, you're accepted."

The soldier who was pushed aside pulled his sleeves nervously, as if he was hiding something, or perhaps he was simply panicked by the pressure.

When he heard the word "family", his expression visibly dimmed.

The political commissar narrowed his eyes.

"Cornwall!"

Price suddenly shouted.

The young soldier looked up in surprise, but this surprise was soon covered by panic, causing him to stop in his tracks.

"Uncle Price."

He shouted uneasily, but Price's next words restored his surprise.

"Sophia is here, you can go and see her."

"Where is she?"

Cornwall asked in surprise.

"In the seal carving area of the Holy Temple, where she makes steel rubbings."

Price shouted, "Remember to report your identity and relationship with Sophia to the nuns if you don't want to be hung on the rack."

"I understand."

Cornwall turned hastily and disappeared into the crowd.

"There's something wrong with this kid. You need to send someone to follow him."

Price whispered to the commissar.

The political commissar did not comment, but made a gesture secretly.

"He's not fit to be a soldier. His heart is filled with confusion, and he has too many ties. He's not pure enough, and he doesn't have strength."

The political commissar commented as follows.

"Yeah, this kid isn't cut out to be a soldier. He became a soldier just for Sophia."

"How many children do you have?"

"It can't be helped. The guys all left early. How do you say it in Jogris slang? Unlucky star, destined to be unlucky for your teammates."

Price smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Where did we just talk?"

"Regarding the recruitment of the Astra Militarum Auxiliary Corps."

The number of the jihadist army is large. These armed believers and civilians are able to maintain order and consolidate the defense line. Although they cannot be expected to face chaos directly, they can still fight against aliens and cultists, and at least hold on until other combat forces arrive.

Such a group of combat forces successfully liberated the Crusaders and the Cadia Armored Regiment.

These mobile forces are now constantly attacking areas where the Word Bearers may exist, as well as the forging worlds filled with flesh and blood, and they are inevitably suffering casualties.

The Cadians were forced to start recruiting soldiers after the losses they had suffered in the past two weeks.

Fortunately, purely mechanized troops do not need to have too high requirements on physical fitness under such circumstances, which can reduce the screening process and absorb veterans who have experienced the test of war.

Just be able to shoot at the Chaos traitors with a stable mind. As long as you can free up a Cadian to operate heavy armored forces, it will be a profit.

"Take me one."

Price said, his voice calm, as if he didn't know they were about to enter the hellish battlefield.

"you will die."

The political commissar stated a fact.

If you die, your treasures will lose the protection of a father.

"I see."

Price was standing here for one reason.

The treasures he and his comrades possessed were safe, and he, a veteran who had already fulfilled his duty—

For the Emperor, and to defend this holy place where treasures are kept, it is time to pick up the gun again and serve the Emperor loyally.

The two looked at each other.

it is more than words.

Just like before.

(End of this chapter)