In addition to fighting the enemy on the battlefield, the chaplains of the Imperial Guard also have an important mission. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

That is confession, or we put it in layman's terms, that is, listening to the soldiers complain, of course, there are also a small number of soldiers who will face serious psychological problems, and this is the priests will also take the initiative to enlighten these lost soldiers.

In general, soldiers' confessions usually involve more or less personal privacy, and these secrets are often of the type that they do not want their commanders to know.

At such times, a chaplain like me was almost the only person they could turn to, because they usually forgave his problems in the name of the emperor and urged him to continue fighting.

Personally, I take this process very seriously. In my years of fighting as a crusader, I have witnessed many mortals go down the wrong path or even degenerate into chaos traitors because of some inconsequential problems or psychological hindrances.

Any psychological vulnerability will allow chaos to take advantage of, and in the current situation, weakness and hesitation should be especially avoided.

Of course, the commissar can play a similar supervisory role. While they don't usually listen to the soldiers' complaints, as the priests do, and usually settle with a clean shot, as long as they are around, no unit of the Imperial Guard will be defeated and will fight to the end.

However, the Wanderers had no commissars, not even officers, so that I had to take on the whole task, though I did not reject the mission, which would deepen my bond with the soldiers and enable them to serve the Emperor better.

Especially now with this rare time to recuperate, and the fact that I left the command headquarters for reasons that I was not familiar with operational command, it was an excellent time to confess.

"Reverend, I have a question for you."

Although it was somewhat unexpected, what I didn't expect was that the first person to come to me was Four, an Oglim ape-man commando.

Oglim ape, like the Letling Rat Man, is a subhuman recognized by the state religion and able to join the Imperial Guard, but it is completely different from the Nezumi, Oglien's intelligence is generally extremely low, but he is superior to brute strength, and his nature is simple, and he has an extraordinary firm belief in the emperor, and he is very good as a warrior.

Seriously, Oglim generally has a good relationship with the priest and the commissar, and I've met quite a few Oglin as well. What surprised me the most was that, although the commissars were harsh with ordinary soldiers, they were often kind when faced with Ogli.

"Say, brother, what do you have to say?" I smiled and looked at Oglien's big gnarled face.

Number Four scratched the top of his head: "I just want to know if my brothers who hung up have been summoned by the emperor, and I often wonder if they can get by." ”

I looked at him, this question was quite common for Augrin, although I could simply perfunctory, after all, it was common sense that Auglin had a bad head, but it was about the Great God Emperor, and I decided to think seriously before answering him.

"The Emperor favors the warriors who fought for him, brother. Sometimes you don't need to worry too much, if you are still alive, then the emperor still wants you to continue to do your duty, if you die in battle, it means that the emperor is satisfied with your service, you can rest, and that's it. ”

I replied, and Four scratched his head.

"That is, as long as I fight heretics well, whether I live or die, will the emperor be happy?"

After all, Number Four had undergone brain modification, and his brain was better, and he seemed to understand more or less what I was talking about.

I nodded, and Four left as if inspired by it.

Over the next hour, a dozen more people came to me to confess, and even a rat man, for a variety of reasons, almost all of them expressed concern about the current situation, and I had to do everything I could to get them to overcome their doubts, focus on the task at hand, and remember their duties.

No matter how worried I am about the current situation, I must let the soldiers see my confident side, because I am the emperor's priest, and my every move will be magnified.

So I must always be confident and confident in our cause, so that the soldiers can overcome their fears.

Lorf was in a conflicted state of mind, he knew he shouldn't have done it, but when he remembered what His Excellency had said to him, he felt that he had a reason to do it.

"Reverend, what if there is something that the Emperor thinks I should do is right, but it conflicts with the rules?"

"The point of the regulation is to safeguard the interests of the empire, and you better not go beyond it. Of course, there are special circumstances in which the Emperor will be open to those who choose to serve him in a different way and better serve him, although I hope that will not happen. ”

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But now it's happening, Your Majesty.

Lorf thought so, and then he checked his equipment and weapons again, and they were in good shape.

Lorf looked at the old man standing next to him again: "Because the stakes are high, let me confirm again, you really saw your grandson in the house next to the traitor's camp?" ”

"In the name of the emperor, I see it as true, it is definitely my grandson...... Oh my God, I thought he, he was already ......."

I patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, we'll get him back." ”

Then, I took the old man and quietly left the sewer without anyone noticing, which was a good start.

"The Emperor is with me." I said it silently.

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Carrick swung the Yin Yang Slasher in his hand twice, which felt good, but there was no special improvement.

"Cut!" Carrick's head grew at the thought of going with the witch to a world full of low-level creatures in a hot rage of fights.

But a task is a task, and he will carry it out well.

After all, the last mission, even if he didn't want to admit it, would have definitely messed up without that human, which was constantly eating away at Vazak's pride, and Carrick put on his helmet and exhaled.

Shame can only be washed away with blood.

Carrick always believed in this.

The Ranger had already walked into the tunnel, and the witch was standing next to him.

"You'd better behave better this time, witch, no one will save you." Carrick walked into the hallway in a gloomy voice, a mocking laugh behind him.

But Carrick ignored it.

He is the king of killers in the darkness, the most powerful sword master, and he will take back everything of himself.

At that time, all those who dared to despise him would regret living in the world.