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This sudden sound made Raya, who was standing against the wall, jump out of her skin. She was obviously startled.

The moment he turned around, he saw Otto glancing towards Kalman's position with cold eyes. That look made the originally arrogant old butler instantly silence his voice, and the look of horror on his face no longer had the same air as before.

At the same time, the two young Cadian soldiers gradually calmed down under Turayan's scolding. Otherwise, they would have rushed forward and pinned down the arrogant old ghost in front of them. Rub it on the ground.

"I'm sorry that my man said such rude words. This is the reason for my neglect of discipline. Please accept my apology and I will teach him a lesson later."

As he spoke, Otto showed an awkward smile on his face, and then walked slowly to the officer, looking at the other officer's indifference that only Cadian people had with an interesting expression. Purple pupils.

The man's body had the pungent smell of blood and gunpowder smoke.

"I have heard others mention it more than once that the Cadian people are the most loyal and tenacious soldiers of the empire, so I believe that the fall of the Cadian defense line is not your fault. You have not let down the empire and the God-Emperor for you. Expectations, never.”

Hearing this, the male officer named Turayan looked at Otto in front of him in disbelief. He obviously did not expect that a powerful planetary governor would actually say such words to him. This made this man The battle-hardened veteran felt somewhat at a loss.

What surprised him even more was that not long after, Otto raised his hand and carefully smoothed the collar of Turayan's officer uniform under the gaze of everyone. Then he took a step back and said seriously. His eyes seemed to be admiring a work of art made by his own hands.

"I feel much more energetic like this. An excellent soldier should have an equally excellent military appearance."

As he spoke, Otto slowly moved his gaze to the man's arm that had been chopped off by a sharp object.

"After that, I will send out my best technical doctors. I believe it won't be long before you can return to the battlefield."

"By the way, speaking of which, I didn't see the political commissar in your team. Could it be that he wasn't on that ship?"

As the words fell, Turayan's expression became visibly depressed again.

"No, he's right here."

Under Otto's gaze, the other party put his hand into his coat pocket, and soon took out a stained cap badge. The silver-white skull pattern looked very eye-catching under the light.

"In order to allow the remaining troops of the Thirteenth Regiment to go to the assembly point on time, the political commissar personally led his people to launch an attack on a cultist position. Everything went smoothly at first, but just when we were about to break through the defense line, a The black airborne pod smashed through the bunker and landed in the center of the position."

"Coming out of it are the Chaos Astartes of Abaddon's Black Legion. In the face of an enemy like that, we know we are powerless to resist."

Looking at the emblem in his hand, Turayan slowly lowered his tone and held the cap emblem tightly in the palm of his hand with his still sound right hand, feeling the tingling sensation from his palm.

"At that time, I just felt that my mind was blank, but the political commissar was different. He stood in front of those guys and roared and cursed them. Chaos finally killed him."

When he said this, Turayan paused for a moment, and then he continued in an understatement.

"But the Emperor has blessed us, and we killed those things in return."

The officer's words once again confirmed Otto's decision.

"Captain Turalyon, if those chaotic bastards launch another invasion, if Abaddon's black fleet is parked above our heads now, will you still have the courage to face them like you did then?"

Facing Otto's inquiry, the man just raised his head silently.

"I believe that until the soul returns to the throne, every member of the Thirteenth Legion will fight with them to the last moment, especially Abaddon, no matter how many favors his masters give him, unless the last Cady An Ren falls, otherwise we will make him understand sooner or later that he has messed with the wrong opponent."

His tone was so calm, as if he was stating a fact.

"good!"

"I'm glad you have such determination."

Otto was very satisfied with Turayan's statement.

In order to show his affirmation, he casually removed the gorgeous power sword from his waist on a whim. Under the gazes of Raya and Kalman behind him, he handed the scabbard to the man.

"To show my respect, I plan to give this sword to you."

Such an action really startled Kalman, who was the general manager. In his opinion, his own governor was simply out of his mind! After all, that power sword was not an ordinary item from the empire's assembly line, but a truly blessed artifact.

It is rumored that it was once the sword of the human hero Macarius, and its value is definitely not comparable to that of thousands of people. However, just when he was about to speak out to stop this pure wasteful behavior, the same Turayan, who was shocked by this behavior, was the first to speak.

"You are truly a generous and honorable man, unlike any imperial official I have ever met."

"Please forgive me for rejecting your kindness. This gift is too precious. Only a respectable leader like you is worthy of this sword and the glory it carries."

Seeing that the other party rejected him, Otto wanted to tell the other party not to care at first. However, when he looked at Raya and Kalman aside with his peripheral vision, he noticed that the expressions on their faces were surprisingly consistent. .

Especially Kalman, who was the general manager, looked like he was going crazy. Seeing this, Otto had no choice but to withdraw his right hand holding the sword. At the same time, the old man finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"If that's the case, then we might as well try another way."

Soon, after putting the sword in his hand back into the sword bag, Otto once again set his sights on the Cadian people.

"I promised you that I would have someone set aside an exclusive camp area for you in the middle nest of Faerun, and at the same time provide you with basic material supplies. But in contrast, I hope that you can contribute to Haiwen as promised. , help Haiwen survive the crisis that may come. "

"Captain Turayan, can I trust you?"

Otto's words had just finished, and then the man's firm voice came from the room.

"The Cadian people will never forget and will never live up to your kindness."

"In this case I will allow you to recruit new soldiers in Faerun and train them to Cadian standards."

"As long as the spirit of Cadian survives, then Haven will be your new Cadian."

"Then we will definitely protect her at all costs."

Looking at the expression on Turayan's face, Otto knew in his heart that the sharp sword of the 13th Regiment was now truly in his hands.

At this moment, just like what happened on the Gale Sword before, a pale golden light began to overflow from Turayan's shoulders, like a lingering holy light. Without waiting for a reaction, he quickly Got into Otto's body.

[New followers have joined]

[Increase in the number of legions]

【Have gained faith】

[Current faith points: 8]

[Continue to collect 2 faith points to obtain new blessings]

Looking at the words that appeared on the panel, Otto didn't realize it until then.

It turns out that this thing is actually used in this way.

so interesting

I had a gastroscopy today. In order to save money, I chose not to use anesthesia. I did it while I was awake. I almost thought I was going to die on stage when such a thick thing was stuffed into my throat! It’s really uncomfortable. Readers, please pay more attention to your health and don’t let Nurgle target you!