Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 235 04.0234: ‘Three wins with one stone’

[Citizen Army...]

Five trucks came, two carrying food, one a water truck, and two full of armed men.

snap——

The barrier behind the vehicle was lowered, and members of the Citizen Army with red cloth strips tied to their arms jumped out of the vehicle.

Food trucks and water trucks turned around and opened their carriages to face the hungry people in the square.

It was packed with bread, they weren't lying.

Seeing that there was real bread to eat, the moods of all the hungry people present quickly calmed down.

"Please line up and come one by one!" A young woman in overalls stood next to the car and shouted into the square with a loudspeaker.

Other armed personnel removed the fence from the vehicle and set up a winding diversion fence in front of the truck receiving supplies to avoid crowds.

It can be seen that they are very experienced in distributing relief supplies.

After the mountain of human flesh was completely burned to ashes of organic carbon, the ragged hungry people had no choice but to rush to the other side. Under the arrangements of the members of the Citizen Army, they lined up beside the truck to receive bread.

However, it was obvious that based on the loading capacity of these trucks, even if all five trucks were loaded with bread, it would not be enough for the large number of people present.

But it is enough to buy time for the supply transport aircraft.

On the other hand, a missionary team of the Sisters of the Holy Rose arrived on a transport plane under the protection of two teams of battle nuns.

These civilians may not be able to tell the difference between the Imperial Navy and the hive military police, nor do they know the tall and intimidating genetically modified warriors, but at least they know these nuns.

These are the only daughters who do not dislike their rough and cracked dirty hands and are still willing to spread the light of the God-Emperor.

As the light of faith blooms from the singing of hymns.

The restless crowd affected by the evil energy finally calmed down and chanted in unison to the rhythm of the nuns.

The melody of the hymn was like a wave, surging and beating in the crowd of hundreds of thousands of people. It became louder and louder, and the wave gradually turned into a tsunami.

Maybe it's because of the accumulated power of faith, or maybe it's the unique function of this sacred instrument.

During the hymn, the Holy Rose Light Wheel brought by the Sisters of the Sermon Ceremony shone brightly, exuding warm and dazzling light, dispelling the endless darkness and cold that shrouded the junction of the middle and lower nests.

This consecrated ritual vessel is essentially a psychic seal, used to seal a small portion of the psychic power of the Emperor's Light so that it can be activated in distant places.

The technology has been passed down since the 30th millennium, and in the 41st millennium it shines for the religious system to spread the majesty of the God-Emperor.

Those who were hiding in the crowd and had been obviously corrupted by Chaos screamed on the spot when they saw this light.

He was blinded in front of the spiritual energy and consecration song of the emperor's majesty, and his skin began to peel off as if burned by fire, and he screamed hoarsely.

The battle nuns in silver armor and black robes, the hell soldiers, and the Astartes monks quickly attacked, exquisitely and fatally killing those who had clearly been corrupted, and began a controllable local elimination operation.

The siege and strangulation did not last long, after leaving behind a pile of corpses of mutants and evil god supporters who were burned due to the power of faith.

Soon, a heavily armed anti-riot force affiliated with the Imperial Ministry of Justice was also deployed using the Navy's Valkyrie fighter jets.

They carry square tower shields and armed with combat shotguns. They are required to cooperate with the Imperial Navy's stability operations and are not allowed to fire without permission.

Their iron boots stepped over the corpses of mutants and corrupted people, and they used the shock sticks they carried with them to hit the shields, making a terrifying rhythmic sound.

Even if they don't fire, they just see these tall, heavily armed Ministry of Justice bailiffs and listen to the sound of them banging their shields.

Any desire of the hungry people to resist was instantly shattered by the invisible iron fist of the Code. They immediately squatted on the ground obediently. No one dared to run or make trouble. Only whispers lingering on the field.

They have seen the repressive tactics of the judicial police of the Ministry of Justice, ruthless! Too cruel! The pure black Lemanus tank ran over the crowd, leaving corpses everywhere.

Just thinking about it is scary, no one wants something like this to happen to them. After all, no matter how much flesh you have, you can't stop the tank's steel tracks that are sticky with flesh and blood.

A senior nun from the monastery headquarters carefully inspected the surrounding environment.

Determining whether it is necessary to cleanse the crowd gathered in front of them.

The naval forces and Battle Sisters led by Horatio, as well as the Astartes and reinforcements from the Advocate's riot squad, were on standby.

As long as the Sisters determine that these people are hopeless, they will immediately use all their firepower to eliminate them, so as not to leave any hidden dangers of corruption.

After a long and depressing time, the nun pursued the guidance of the light of faith and finally shook her head.

“Angels of the God Emperor, loyal heirs of the empire, thanks to your timely interception, these hundreds of thousands of people were saved from falling into the abyss of corruption.

The remaining people still have devout awe for the God-Emperor in their hearts. Because of this, they can gaze upon the shining of the Divine Light.

Later we will lay down a sermon anchor point here and spread it around, eventually covering the entire area.

Our sisters will replace the navy and be responsible for the stability and relief work in the entire junction area of ​​​​the middle and lower nests of Vegas, reducing your pressure. "

Horatio breathed a sigh of relief and pushed back the hammer of his bolt pistol, leaving it in a semi-unlocked state.

Compared to wasting armaments, using force to start endless killings and create more hatred.

Religious beliefs are much more useful than the navy's rockets in managing hundreds of millions of people.

A preaching team of hundreds or thousands of people, in conjunction with the Sisters' own relief fleet, can help the Empire firmly control the population of thousands of square kilometers of land and always be pious to the Emperor, so that they are not so noisy.

And under the concept of asceticism and frugality, they can maintain the loyalty of more people with only a small amount of supplies.

After paying tribute to the Holy Rose Sister, the navy and the blood angels were not idle.

He discussed with Captain Afel and decided to cooperate with the actions of many parties.

The Hell Vanguard and the Navy Infantry put away the muzzles of their guns aimed at the hungry people, and removed the shining bayonets from the muzzles, no longer showing such murderous intent.

But the gun safety is still in a semi-unlocked state, ready to deal with emergencies at any time.

The Holy Blood Angels showed their talents outside of combat.

These poor middle and lower nest hungry people hate the bureaucracy of the Empire.

But they generally have a high faith in the God-Emperor.

The image of a God-Emperor who is high above, omnipotent and loves them is often the only spiritual comfort for them in their difficult lives. Most people are simple and loyal believers of the God-Emperor.

They pray for the salvation and help of the God-Emperor day and night, regard every meal they get as a gift from the God-Emperor, and sincerely thank the God-Emperor for this gift.

These blood angels take off their helmets, revealing the image of holy angels who seem to have walked out of myths, with handsome and powerful faces, yet delicate like plaster.

The jetpacks behind them have gorgeous angel wings on both sides. The winged giants walk among the crowd, with solemn rhythms like ancient church bells in their steps.

The deep and rich bass comes out from the sound array, chanting mottos, soothing the emotions of the people, caring for the old, weak, sick and disabled, preaching the words of the Emperor, talking to them, and listening to their confessions.

"The Emperor loves the world, so he sent down his angels to the mortal world."

"Don't worry about the masses, just pray."

"Only rely on the Emperor, the people can rely on him."

"When the Emperor appears, the universe is born."

The atmosphere in the square changed, and gradually it even had a taste of mass. These hungry people began to really think that the Space Marines were the angels of the Emperor, and they came today to save them from the lost path.

"You are here, you are finally here, the Emperor is above, He heard our prayers, you really came."

The hungry people knelt down to them in gratitude, singing the missing and out-of-tune hymns, praising the light of the Emperor shining in this dark underground.

When distributing relief supplies, it is inevitable that there will be conflicts and even fights between recipients.

In order to prevent the occurrence of mass incidents that may affect the stability of the scene.

Horatio arranged some soldiers to assist the citizen army in maintaining order, and assigned another group of people to help the second group of medical nuns led by Sister Arabella to conduct physical examinations and rescue the weak and injured among the hungry people.

He keenly realized that now was a good opportunity to improve the public image of the Imperial Navy and reduce public relations pressure.

It was the best counterattack against those illegal newspapers' rumors.

This was also the original intention of his discussion with several leaders on the design of emergency plan No. 3, which was:

On the one hand, it reduced the overall cost of the operation. For the Gothic Fleet of the Imperial Navy, where time is precious, it is much more cost-effective to spend a certain amount of materials than to waste time in street fighting to bloodbath the entire area house by house.

Secondly, it avoided the chaos caused by the Great Purge, so as not to force people into a desperate situation and open up a high speed for the infiltration of chaos corrosion. It can also allow the Holy Rose Sisters to reduce the pressure of maintaining stability in the navy, so that more resources can be used on the cutting edge to solve the imminent hidden dangers.

Then it can also help Vice Admiral Hood's plan to help the Navy Department gain complete control of the Vegas area, and serve as a perfect public relations material to counter the rumors printed by illegal publishers with practical actions.

Kill three birds with one stone.

But the navy soldiers assigned to assist the mission were not very willing to do so, and they always hesitated.

Gun smoke, bullet marks and blood are medals that highlight their military exploits, but what can the dirty handprints and low-quality fading clothing dyes of the untouchables represent?

These dirty middle and lower nest untouchables will only defile their combat equipment that symbolizes the glory of the God-Emperor, and their decent uniforms and armor.

Horatio understands their thoughts and knows their reluctance.

Having served in the Imperial Army for so long, he now knows very well that the Imperial Army only serves and is loyal to the God-Emperor and the Empire.

They will swear to protect the property and population under the rule of the Empire, but they cannot expect the soldiers of the Imperial Army to serve the people like the children of a certain Eastern power in the 3K era.

They have their own pride and honor. Fighting and guarding are their sacred duties. Other aspects cannot be forced.

Unless the Emperor of God himself says that his soldiers should serve the people, they will do it without hesitation.

Unfortunately, the great Emperor can no longer speak.

Horatio knew very well that the best way in this situation was to lead by example.

"Archie, give me a hand."

"Okay!"

Without saying a word, Horatio turned down the podium and helped Archie to help a skinny old man sit on the steps.

He didn't care at all about the old man's black palms and the mud on his dirty clothes, which stained the consecrated armor and uniforms.

The nun took off the rags that had worn through her feet and used disinfectant and repair ointment to help her.

Captain Afel jumped off the podium and picked up a skinny girl who was almost fainting from hunger with a gentleness that was not in line with her body size, and carried her to the disaster relief truck.

Her legs had long disappeared, and she only had simple prosthetic legs made of rough wooden sticks as a replacement, and she needed crutches to barely walk.

She was so thin that she looked like a living skeleton, and her hair had almost fallen out due to long-term lack of nutrition.

Horatio glanced at Louise and nodded.

[This is all good public relations material! ]

Louise, who was smart, understood what Horatio was thinking, and she took the opportunity to record everything with the camera on her power backpack.

The Navy Department only needed to trim it a little and it could be broadcast to the public on the largest screen.

Or as a newspaper illustration to start the propaganda machine.

Not only can it dispel the rumors that "the internal struggle of the navy is fierce and it can no longer perform its protective functions", but it can also gain public support when some people try to cause trouble for the navy, so that the other party will not act rashly under pressure.

The actions of their own officers and the captain of the Space Marines left the navy soldiers speechless.

"The Navy Department ordered us to assist the Sisters in rebuilding the preaching system in the Vegas border area and protect the safety of the sisters. What are you officers and soldiers waiting for? Execute the orders of the officers."

Louise said in the communication channel at the right time, and then she put away her sword and gun, turned on the camera and joined the stability maintenance team, took the initiative to help the citizen army mediate the civilians who had begun to have conflicts because of the queue, and was alert to all possible threats to the medical sisters, recording all the good things one by one.

"Yes, sergeant! What are you still standing there for? Don't you see that the superiors and adults are already taking action? Lead the soldiers to move, deploy the troops immediately, control order, establish a clear road, and execute the landing and clearing!"

"Yes! Each squad will line up, control order, prevent trampling, and arrange a squad behind each medical sister..."

The Inquisitor followed Horatio and walked towards the truck of the Citizen Army.

"Long time no see, Feui." The Inquisitor's face was better than before.

Perhaps in order to reduce the sense of strangeness when meeting old friends, he put his hands in his pockets and put on a nonchalant look, trying to reproduce his style when he was still in the nest.

But the man walking towards him had a serious face, his clothes were full of dust, and they were also an old work suit like others, and the inner circle of the scarf at the collar was full of oil and sweat stains.

He looked a little nervous and uneasy, and not very happy.

"Clarence, you didn't tell me that there were soldiers next to you." The man whispered unhappily, and used the derogatory name of the planetary defense forces loyal to the planetary governor by the people of the middle and lower nests.

Obviously, these people could not clearly distinguish the differences between the Imperial Navy Armed Forces, the Imperial Guard, and the Planetary Defense Forces, but replaced them all with "soldiers".

"This gentleman is from His Holy Navy. It's a bit too much to describe him as a soldier, Feui." The Inquisitor kept a nonchalant smile, obviously not wanting to make the atmosphere awkward when they just met.

As the officers and soldiers of the Imperial Navy approached, the armed members of the Citizen Army became obviously nervous.

These men and women put their fingers on the side of the trigger, but did not dare to raise the muzzle.

They were always on guard against these officers and soldiers, but did not express clear hostility and targeting, and had some inferiority complex caused by being dwarfed.

Especially when they saw several extremely tall and well-prepared giant warriors in the crowd coming towards them.

"Then... who are these big guys?"

"Space Marines. Haven't you heard of them?"

The man froze in his tracks as soon as he said this, his eyes complicated.

For most people in the Empire, it is normal that they have never seen Space Marines, but it is not impossible that no one has heard of their great names and legends.

For these red-armored giants who have only heard of them but never seen them, the citizens' army looked unbelievable and at a loss.

The giants' tall stature and the oppressive feeling brought by their extremely heavy equipment compared to mortals made them feel fear and panic, and some of them knelt down tremblingly.

But their leader, under such a deterrent aura, still did not kneel down like his companions, but respectfully performed the Sky Eagle Salute to show respect.

Horatio glanced at the man who passed by with a glow in his eyes and performed the not-so-standard Sky Eagle Salute.

He approached Ravenno and asked, "So, he knows you are an inquisitor?"

"Of course, I grew up in an orphanage with him when I was a child. Let me introduce you to Hoston Feuilly, the de facto leader of the Abyss Port Citizen Army."

"I just hope he doesn't add fuel to the fire, otherwise I'm afraid I will have to kill them.

I heard from Commodore Peru that after this incident is resolved, I will sail away with the 25th Gothic Squadron, and may not return to Abyss Port for a long time.

I hope that the Hell Vanguard will play a greater role on the battlefield rather than acting as the empire's internal police."

"No, I told him that he must restrain himself before the navy resolves this matter.

They will not be a problem for you in the foreseeable future, and you can even use the Citizen Army to do some small stability maintenance work for you. However, I think it may require a small "remuneration".

I have already paid for the bread this time. "

Huole snorted and said in a joking tone:

"We will consider it. But I am thinking, if we provide them with financial or equipment support, and they start a rebellion to overthrow the Guild Alliance when we are not there in the future, will we be considered as "aiding in civil unrest"? Your Excellency the Inquisitor. "

The Inquisitor raised his eyebrows and looked at him, and laughed playfully.

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