Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 15: There are no good people in the Warhammer world

"It was strangely quiet and strangely clean, without any signs of zombie activity."

Mia and Toler, who were in charge of the reconnaissance, walked out of the main house with water and food in their arms.

Lant took the water and took a few big gulps, then pointed at the metal door covered with ivy. The heavy iron door was tightly closed with no gaps visible, as if it were a complete piece of iron.

"Bad news, it can't be opened. The people inside don't want to open the door."

"Ms. Mianwei, we are here to save you. Can you please open the door?" Mia knocked on the door with her fingers, her voice very soft and gentle.

"Can we still contact the outside world?" Lant looked at Toller who was wolfing down his food. His face turned red because of the hard bread he choked on, and he kept beating his chest.

After taking a few sips of water, he let out a long sigh and took out the communication equipment from his backpack.

"You can try, but the chances are slim."

Time passed by minute by minute, Mia and Rant racked their brains to find a way to prove their identities, but the laboratory was like a stagnant pool of water without any response.

"There's a signal!"

Toller exclaimed in surprise, glancing in the direction of the House of Representatives with contempt.

"Those demons weren't that great. I found their way in so quickly."

Ever since they found a gap in the communication frequency band and contacted the outside world last time, the demons reacted very quickly, and the psychic barrier quickly installed a patch for the new communication interface.

After that, they lost contact with the outside world again.

"This is Toler from the search and rescue team. Is Captain Galen here?"

"I'm here, how's it going?"

A dull voice came from the other end.

"We found Miss Laxana, but she hid in the laboratory and refused to come out."

Rand took over the communication.

Garen understood that Lux was probably frightened. It was normal for a nine-year-old girl to have a mental breakdown after seeing a scene that seemed like the end of the world. He said, "I understand. Let me talk to Lux."

Rand said it didn't matter. There wasn't a single zombie in the entire manor anyway, so it was okay to turn up the volume.

"Lux, it's me. What happened at home? Why aren't your parents with you?"

Galen's voice traveled through the speaker into the depths of the laboratory. The voice was like spring sunshine, shining into Lux's closed heart.

She burst into tears in grievance: "Dad, Dad is dead. It was Mom who killed Dad."

Galen was shocked. He could not believe that Ogatha would kill Pete, as the couple loved each other so much.

"Lacus, tell me what happened."

Lux, crying, told Garen everything he saw in the bedroom that day.

How Ogatha fed Pete a soup filled with a death virus, and how Pete used the last bit of his life to hope to restore his wife's sanity when she fell into the abyss.

"I love you, please come back to the children."

Pete's last words at the end of his life completely shattered Galen's sanity.

Outside the city, Galen grabbed Father Motos in a rage, his eyes spitting fire, his cheeks slightly twisted, and his cheek muscles bulging.

He wished he could tear the bean sprout in front of him into pieces immediately and lock his soul under the emperor's flames to roast for ten thousand years.

Garen held on to the last high ground of sanity.

His voice was low and slightly hoarse, and he roared angrily: "You self-depraved beast! Your evil master is playing a big game. Tell me your despicable and shameful plan, otherwise I will stuff you into the hell beast, and you will regret coming to this world."

The Hellbeast is an extremely twisted and blasphemous creature. If a Chaos Space Marine knew that he had become one of the candidates for making a Hellbeast, he would rather flee back to the Empire.

Compared to the Hellbeasts, the Empire's torture is like a baby's bedtime toy.

He finally understood the culprit of everything. All the disasters came from the bean sprouts in front of him and his damn church.

At the same time, the Primarch felt extremely regretful, regretting that he did not burn down the damn church and kill the shameful beast.

How could he not have thought that, although the Goddess of Life and Nurgle were not on good terms with each other, Nurgle, that dog, was madly obsessed with the Goddess of Life. How could it be that wherever her followers were, how could they not be swept by Nurgle's afterglow!
How could he not have thought that this crazy believer would even go so far as to attract the attention of the evil god in order to spread his ridiculous beliefs.

"I have always believed in my goddess Aisha. As for your mother, her evil roots are too deep and her obsession is too strong. It is not something I can stop her from being watched by the evil god."

The priest looked at Garen seriously and said, "What is the nature of the evil gods? Garen, the legion commander, should know that they are the emotional aggregate of all living organisms. They have three-tenths of the feelings that mortals have when they think about them."

"For the sake of this world, Goddess Aisha gave herself to Nurgle, suffering physical and mental torture day and night, but she did not spread the way to resist the evil god.

Captain Galen, please judge for yourself what is right and what is wrong."

The priest raised his head confidently, a smile on his lips, that smile seemed to be mocking: Kill me if you have the guts, if you kill me the whole Demacia will be swallowed by the Warp rift.

Seeing Garen standing there blankly with his eyes closed without moving, the priest continued, "Captain Garen, calm down. As long as we respect the will of the Goddess of Life, Demacia will be saved."

"Tell me what the woman told you."

The voice was extremely low, suppressing an extremely terrifying rage. Even the fearless pioneers around were frightened by the momentum and stepped back unconsciously.

The crowd formed a big circle, and the solemn atmosphere was like a slaughterhouse, with Galen and the priest standing inside.

The priest, full of self-confidence, was completely unaware of the uneasiness in the air. He felt that he had completely controlled the big man in front of him.

This is the way almost all religions preach: they throw you into the abyss to make you cry out in despair, and then they use the identity of the savior to make you obey them.

"The method is both simple and difficult. All it requires is for the Fearless Vanguard to sincerely believe in the Goddess of Life, and for the survivors in the city to sincerely believe in the Goddess after the barrier is broken. The Goddess can gain strength from these positive emotions, thereby breaking through the rules and restrictions of the Garden of Nurgle and projecting her power to Demacia.

The goddess of life controls the power of healing, and just a few tears she shed have great power to heal those who are unfortunate."

This devout fanatic proclaimed the greatness of the goddess in a rhythmic tone, and was so immersed in it that he didn't notice that Garen had raised the broadsword in his hand.

By the time he realized it, it was too late. The sharp blade mercilessly split him in half. The bursting blood splattered on Galen's ruthless face. The Primarch's eyes were extremely cold.

The half of the body lying on the ground had its eyes wide open in surprise until its death, unable to believe that this man actually dared to kill him.

At this moment, Galen finally understood that sentence:
There are no good guys in the Warhammer world.

Even the goddess of life known as the White Lotus of Warhammer is simply spreading her faith in another way, even if it is unintentional.

As the saying goes: God doesn't care, but believers do.

His glorious and holy banner is but a fig leaf for the dirty thoughts of mortal believers.

(End of this chapter)