This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 9 The end of the hero
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A heavy voice was heard, it was the sound of the pharmacist kneeling on the ground.

This naturally caught Arthur's attention. He glanced at the battlefield and confirmed that there were no living enemies. He shook off the blood on his arm, put down his shield, and reached out to support the pharmacist.

slap~
But the pharmacist shook off Arthur's supporting hand, then took out a long box from behind him and pressed it heavily on Arthur's palm.

"grown ups."

The pharmacist withdrew his blurry vision from the gorgeous armor and shield and spoke.

His voice was filled with a noticeable sound of airflow, and it was obvious that the huge gap in his chest had cut off his trachea.

"."

Arthur wanted to say that now was not the time to talk and that he should lie down and treat his wound, but when he saw the wound on the pharmacist's chest that almost split him in two but was only beginning to bleed slowly, he didn't know what to do.

"This is the legacy of my brothers. I, ahem, have preserved their honor."

Arthur knelt on one knee. He noticed the almost completely hollowed-out Death Watch soldiers around him, and looked at the box in his hand that was still emitting cold air. He roughly outlined the process of this duel.

After winning, the Space Marines of the Khorne Warband used the corpses of their warriors to build this arena. As the defender, the Apothecary will face challenges from heretics one after another. The prize is the gene seed of the battle brother and a stronger opponent.

Both the pharmacist himself and the gene seeds were merely part of this blasphemous ritual.

The moment the pharmacist fails, he and the gene-seed he has won will be sacrificed to the Blood God at that moment, and eventually become part of the sacrificer's power.

This was a duel doomed to fail.

But at this moment, when his life is about to end.

Suddenly, warriors descended from the sky, disrupting this blasphemous ceremony. Countless bombs bombarded the audience, who thought they had won, and dragged them back into the bloody battlefield.

The exploding flames reflected in Sifris's eyes, and Sifris seemed to see a cold sun in a trance.

He won.

"Ah."

Arthur nodded seriously.

He reached out to take the gene seed, but found that his palm was motionless.

"Sir, please swear an oath."

Sifris looked at Arthur and said weakly, "You will be loyal to the Emperor and fight for humanity until the last moment."

Arthur couldn't imagine how he could still speak.

He was silent for a moment, then nodded seriously.

".I swear."

"You will swear to guard the secrets of your brother chapter's gene-seed and never allow heretics to peek into it."

"I swear."

"You will not hesitate to fight your way through hordes of enemies to reach your brother's side. Even if it costs your last drop of blood, you will bring back your brother's glory!"

"I swear."

"call--"

Shifries let out a long sigh, as if he had lost all his strength at this moment, and his right hand, which was holding the gene seed, sank slightly.

"My Lord, for the Emperor and for Macragge"

Arthur listened patiently until the faint sound faded away, until his superhuman hearing told him that the body no longer had the slightest movement.

The scarred gauntlet slid to the ground, and Arthur could clearly feel that the heroic soul in the body had passed away.

"."

Ignoring the rapidly rising numbers, Arthur put the pharmacist's body down. He reached for the pharmacist's instrument, connected it to the system, and, following the armor system's own operating manual, carefully extracted the gene seed from his body.

Zizzi~
In the duel pit, after dealing with the enemy, Romulus commanded the Space Marines to return to support the Astra Militarum, while he himself entered the core of the Geller Stand to begin investigation.

Apart from the blazing flames released by the nuns to burn heretics, and the low prayers filled with anger and sorrow, the only sound was the sound of chainsaws cutting steel.

As the chainsaw slowly cut through the dead warrior's armor, Arthur also learned the ownership of these gene seeds from the information transmitted to him by the pharmacist.

基因种子：绯红之拳-4螳螂勇士-4复仇女神-3星空之爪-2太空野狼-2圣血天使-1
as well as--

The syringe punctured the gland and sucked out the gene seed, and a string of data appeared in front of Arthur's eyes.

【Shiverus Gage】

[Deathwatch pharmacist at the Eternal Hunting Watch outpost.]

[Former Chapter: Ultramarines. ]

Card--

The storage box was sealed, and the data in front of Arthur was refreshed.

Ultramarines-2
He stood up and held the storage box as carefully as if he was holding a piece of fragile glass.

Eighteen gene seeds in total.

He placed it on his lower back, in the compartment below the power backpack where it was least likely to be damaged by weapons. Arthur breathed a sigh of relief until the system in the storage box connected to the armor and began to display the gene seed data in real time.

Complete recycling.

Then he stood up and looked at the nun not far away.

"sisters."

"grown ups!"

The nun who was still burning the heretics with promethium ejected the smoking sealed canister and replaced the solvent in the flamethrower.

Hearing the call of the Emperor's Angel, she put down the work at hand, came to Arthur, and performed a pious Sky Eagle Salute.

"Your name, sister."

"Arabella, my lord."

Saint Arabella, founder of the Holy Rosary Hermitage, is also a living saint venerated by the order.

Those who can get this name are usually highly respected nuns in the order.

"Sister Arabella, please also pray for my brothers and guide them on the path to the Golden Throne."

Arthur felt that these warriors should not leave silently with the shame of being desecrated, but he did not know much about the rituals of the Space Marines. Having never been a religious person, he could not arrange a decent departure for these warriors who had been given a sacred status by the Imperial State Religion.

So he had no choice but to turn to the nuns for help.

In a world where faith truly works, there are no better experts in prayer than devout nuns.

"It is my pleasure, my lord."

The angel's words were harsh and terse, but to Arabella's ears, they were a great honor.

Each Space Marine Chapter has its own culture, and the differences between them far exceed even the differences between the various factions within the Ecclesiarchy.

Coupled with the unique existence of gene seeds, Space Marines attach great importance to death, and there are very few people other than priests within the regiment who can preside over the death prayers of Space Marines.

Therefore, for any citizen who believes in the Emperor, being able to preside over the death ceremony of the Emperor's Angels is a great honor.

Even the Grand Sister who could directly command more than a thousand combat nuns would not refuse.

(End of this chapter)