Arrived at the departure deck a little later than I had scheduled, and it was evident that Priest Eurix was already waiting impatiently. The clergy and nuns had been shouting over the communicator many times before that, but I was so busy choosing the best breed for me from the mountains of ammunition that I was too busy to reply, and almost made them think that I had escaped.

Being late is really a very serious mistake for a soldier.

However, seeing the neat and complicated officer uniform on my body, everyone was very considerate and understood my tardiness.

And I was pleased to see that many of these crew members were already carrying heavy weapons. There were more than 500 marines involved in the jumping gang, but there were more than 80 heavy weapons, which was really an extremely extravagant proportion. Those who were still holding shotguns also carried as much ammunition as they could for heavy weapons. Each person carries almost twice as much weight as they would have weighed themselves, thankfully in a gravity-free environment.

However, what really gave me confidence was the 100-ton large-caliber artillery shells I carried. I don't have a weight limit for my storage space, but it's still limited, and after all that stuff, the volume left is the size of a small shipping container. These shells cover almost all types of vehicles commonly used by the Wehrmacht, from armor-piercing shells for combat cannons of Riemann Ruth tanks to extra-large grenades for griffons heavy siege mortars, and can be used against any type of target. On the ground, I can easily wipe a group of forts or armoured clusters off the map with the power of these big guys - my shells are always aimed at them with a much higher accuracy than those artillerymen who can only estimate their aim based on coordinates.

While waiting for me, the group on deck didn't seem to be very boring either. Aishwarya not only found this place by accident, but also seemed to have caused some trouble. When I arrived, I saw an atmosphere of tension, as if a duel was inevitable.

"What's going on?" It seemed that the meeting was waiting for me, so I had to ask.

"This nun, this stupid woman, if she just laughs at my old age, I don't have to deal with her. But she just insulted everyone on our ship! She laughs at our physique and courage! For the honor of all the sailors of the Melved Picker, I must teach her a lesson! The old priest's short white hair stood on end, and his anger overflowed with words.

The nun said very blandly: "Is there anything wrong with what I said? According to common sense, people who are exposed to microgravity all year round will have degraded muscles and internal organs, and even their bones will become loose. When you get to the heretic redemption, so much weight will crush you. ”

To be honest, I still agree with the nun. I have similar questions myself, but for the sake of everyone's morale, I have kept them in my heart and not said them as stupidly as she did. At this juncture, no matter how correct the nun's words may be, I cannot show any support for her.

"You should apologize for your irresponsible words." I ordered the nuns.

Ashwarya said with a straight face, "I refuse. The emperor taught us to uphold the truth and not to submit to power! ”

I tried to defuse the conflict, but what came out of my mouth was "Imperial Defense Guard, no one is allowed to start a duel between each other for any reason, violators will be ......"

"We're in the Navy, there's no such rule! And she and I are both members of the Holy See. The old man shouted.

That's right, why is the dispute within your Anglican See involved me as a member of the defense army? You're in a much higher position than I am. …,

"Then, at the moment of our great enemy, we must not shed blood among ourselves." I had to compromise. Later, there may be a battle in a vacuum, not to mention bloodshed, even a small tear in the spacesuit or power armor is enough to make people lose their combat effectiveness.

Due to the requirements of military regulations, as a defense force, I naturally rarely have the opportunity to see a duel, and I have no chance to act as a referee like I do now. Speaking of which, I'd love to see the excitement too. And if the old man's side wins, the morale of the naval crew will be much higher as a result.

The old man's scepter did not make a rotational stance, but stood in front of him with both hands. The nun didn't let the chainsaw spin either, and held the sword horizontally in front of her chest with her free hand. The two men moved closer to each other, their weapons pressed together, and then with a sudden force, trying to push each other away.

The simplest competition of brute force is indeed a bloodless method, which reminds me of the popular wrist-wrestling competition in the army.

At first, the nun had an absolute advantage, she was young and strong, she was wearing power armor, and there were magnetic devices on her boots that allowed her to stand firmly, so she easily pushed the old man forward a distance of two or three meters. But soon with a loud shout, the old priest actually stopped and began to fight the nun on par.

There was silence on the entire deck, except for the rattling of the old man's bones and the clicking of the nun's power armor, and people watched with bated breath as they watched the wrestling, and many of them were eager to try, as if they were waiting for the old man to run out of energy and rush to his aid.

Priest Eurix, however, had no intention of needing help. With another loud shout, the old man's face, which was originally as pale as hair, suddenly turned blood-red, and he raised one foot and stomped on the ground, which immediately caused a violent tremor on the steely deck, and the trembling loud sound went down the human body to the cerebral marrow. The nun, who bore the brunt of the attack, immediately became a little unsteady on her feet and became shaky. With this stamping, the old man's steel boot-clad foot sank into the deck an inch deep.

"Emperor!" The old priest let out a third shout, and this time the foot he was able to move took half a step forward, and Ashwarya was pushed backwards half a step. The nun was naturally unwilling to fail, but she couldn't make any more progress with all her might, so she actually activated the jetpack in a hurry.

The powerful power of the jetpack can give the human body a huge acceleration of more than ten g, and the flying Seraphs can rush back and forth in the ranks of ordinary people, and penetrate like a meteor, and no mortal body can stop this killing machine clad in steel and spewing flames.

Now, however, the Seraphs are blocked.

The old man's body trembled visibly, but he showed no sign of retreating, but pulled out the boot that had sunk into the deck and advanced half a step forward. The meteor in front of him, dragging the blazing tail flame, was pushed back like this.

"Enough! Ashwarya fails! "I obviously can't wait for the old man to walk back to his original position. People can occasionally burst out of their potential, but after all, they can't last long, and the old man's physique can't bear such a drastic load for a long time.

The nun also saw her gaffe, quickly turned off the ejector and stepped back, bowed solemnly and said, "Sorry, Your Excellency. I apologize most deeply for my rudeness. ”

"Rude? No, your mistake is not rudeness, but ignorance. The old man seemed to be a little weak, but his voice became louder and louder, "As you said, microgravity makes people weak. But you also have to know that the gravity generator device is also an anti-gravity device, its purpose is not only to create a gravity environment suitable for humans, but also to counteract that part of the acceleration when the spacecraft changes violently, so that normal gravity can be maintained on most warships at any time. In our case, without the assistance of gravity devices, we have to endure five to ten times the force of gravity every time the ship accelerates and decelerates. We spend more than two-thirds of our time in overweight environments, so we are not as fragile as you think, on the contrary, we are much stronger than normal! ”…,

The old man's words changed the posture and temperament of all the crew members present. They held their heads even higher, one by one with their chins facing forward, and their gaze shifted to a downward angle.

However, before the old man could say enough, he turned to the crew, "You have all seen this duel. I tell you that the enemy we are about to face, apart from some pagan dregs, their true workhorses and elites, the chaotic Space Marines, who also wear power armor and wield weapons as cruel as chainsaws. But we need not fear them, because we are incomparably strong, incomparably determined! Under the Emperor's gaze, our flesh and blood are stronger than steel! Our faith is the sharpest blade in the world! We have the finest weapons the Emperor has given us, and we can tear apart the traitors who have taken refuge in the gods without difficulty! Let's fight! Today is a glorious day! The Emperor is with us! ”

The old man raised his arms and shouted, his voice hoarse, and he transmitted his fanatical love to everyone. Listening to the cheers that followed, as if victory had already arrived, I knew that everyone's morale had reached its peak, and I didn't need to say anything more. Compared to the speeches of professional priests, my lines are weak.

When everyone's cheers were a little lower, Eurix raised his hand, and the entire deck fell silent again. The old priest turned and pointed to the teleporters, "Commando, go!" ”