Invincible after death, but in Warhammer 40K

After the other party gradually regained the most basic ability to communicate, Zhang Ge roughly confirmed the events that had taken place in the church from her account. Overall, it was not far from what Zhang Ge himself had speculated, with only some minor, inconsequential differences.

After all, the Chaos Terminators had not made any deliberate effort to conceal their movements. This blatant action was less about arrogance and more about a brazen declaration of their presence—it signified that they had already secured the coordinates of this church.

Any forces attempting to reoccupy this church would have to carefully consider beforehand whether they could withstand the combined assault of the Chaos Terminators and the cultists from both inside and outside.

"Alright, get out of here."

After finishing his questions, Zhang Ge had no intention of dealing with her further. After all, the two of them weren't even part of the same military system, and that Martyr unit had indeed protected her. The fact that she was favored by the machine spirit of the Sister's vehicle at least indicated that while she might be cowardly, she likely hadn't done anything particularly wicked in her daily life.

His earlier mistreatment of the Sister was merely to restore some of her rationality for the sake of questioning. He had no intention of punishing her on behalf of anyone else.

"No..."

The novice nun sobbed softly, swallowing before continuing:

"...I want to atone for my sins."

My goodness, a penitent nun? Do you even have what it takes? If you become a penitent nun and then run away again in front of the other nuns, don't even think about getting out of the martyrs' ranks next time.

"Do as you please."

But as mentioned earlier, Zhang Ge couldn't be bothered to meddle in others' affairs. If she wanted to go, let her go.

However, as Zhang Ge was about to pick up his cross, she continued:

"Please, let me follow you. You carry a holy aura."

Huh? So I'm some kind of mobile nun magnet now? Amelie suddenly turned into a giant, and I still don't know how to deal with that, and now you're here too? How am I supposed to survive?

Zhang Ge responded:

"I don't need deserters."

"I won't run away again!"

"How can I be sure of that?"

"...If I show cowardice in battle again, please execute me at any time."

Zhang Ge looked at the other person with the expression one might use for a small Ogryn:

"Are you saying that if you run away, and there are other people present, I should, as a member of the Astra Militarum, execute a novice sister?

"Or are you suggesting that every time we encounter an allied force, I should explain to them that you're actually a deserter, and that you've given me the authority to execute you?"

The other person, who had seemed slightly calmer, suddenly became emotional again, sobbing and saying:

"Wuwu, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to cause you trouble, it's just... wuwu... I'm sorry, I'll think of another way..."

Seeing her like this, Zhang Ge couldn't be bothered to say anything more. After putting the cross back into his bag, he bent down to pick up the other bottles and jars, intending to continue with the vehicle maintenance.

At that moment, Sister Amilia, now wearing a set of heavy-duty force feedback power armor, arrived at the doorway and, seeing the scene inside, asked:

"What happened?"

Zhang Ge asked with some confusion:

"How did you get here?"

"I sensed you were in a room and hadn't moved for a while, so I came to see if you were in trouble... Dominica? Why are you here?"

Before the novice nun named Dominica could respond, Zhang Ge briefly explained:

"A deserter, hiding among the martyrs, so she came back to life."

"I see."

Amelia nodded, and Dominica did not deny it, merely lowering her head and waiting.

"Desertion is an unacceptable crime, but we can't use the Penitent Engine now—it's too slow... Dominica, after we reach the settlement, I will apply to have you converted into a servitor to atone for your sins to the Order."

"But before that, I will allow you to use the Sisters' armaments to prove that you have the resolve and ability to cast aside the shame of your past, to demonstrate that your tainted body can still serve a greater purpose. If you commit another crime, I will personally execute and purify you."

Servitors, even in the thriving and prosperous Empire, can rightfully be considered one of the lowest rungs of society, for they are nothing more than mechanized objects—tools, truly removed from the realm of humanity.

However, upon hearing this outcome, Dominica seemed to relax instead. She cast a reverent glance at Amilia, who had lost her former scars and now appeared exceptionally tall, then knelt on one knee and responded:

"Yes, Sister Amilia, I will follow your arrangements."

"Come with me, I will select a weapon for you."

As Amilia turned, Dominica hurriedly followed on her still-weak legs.

Meanwhile, Zhang Ge felt his vision darken.

Well, that was settled quickly.

In truth, aside from lacking combat experience, the training and physical fitness of a novice sister were not far from that of a full-fledged battle sister. All they needed was a swearing-in ceremony to become battle sisters.

Once fully equipped, even if they were just serving as trigger attachments for bolt guns, their combat effectiveness far surpassed that of ordinary Astra Militarum soldiers. Although this novice sister had fled once, it was when facing a Chaos Terminator.

Dealing with cultists and the like, once you put on the force feedback armor, ordinary automatic guns and laser guns can only scratch the surface. Even if you shoved a pig in there, it could still deal damage.

Wait... maybe not necessarily.

It's not always a positive effect. Someone like her, who's obviously a liability, might just cause a couple of mishaps on the battlefield—wouldn't that be a success?

After all, I don't expect ordinary cultists to pose much of a threat to me. If she could mess up at a critical moment, wouldn't that be a huge win?

Plan successful.

Zhang Ge tried hard to convince himself.

Sigh... cars are so much better. They go wherever you drive them and won't stab you in the back.

Moving the bottles and jars in his arms to the side of the car, Zhang Ge began to casually squander these usually precious supplies.

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