Chapter 115 03.0114: "Even though our bodies are dirty and filthy, we will still shine brightly"

Horatio walked towards the busy Sister Arabella, who had just finished taking care of the wounded and was sitting on a bench to rest.

Today she also witnessed the passing of too many sisters, but as a medical sister who had seen too many deaths, her face was filled with fatigue and sleepiness, and she prayed softly for the departed souls.

"How can I help you, Sister?"

Horatio sat beside her. If Sister Arabella hadn't been here today, the death toll would have been at least one level higher.

"Sergeant Major." She smiled bitterly, exhaled slowly, and asked, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Horatio was a little surprised.

"Hold on."

He found Valina and borrowed her cigarettes and a flint lighter.

"You're smoking now?" Valina asked with a snort of laughter. She looked like she had a few more wounds on her body.

"Thank you for your timely assistance, otherwise more of my men would have fallen." Horatio thanked.

"Take care of your men. Make sure they die a worthy death."

"Yes." Horatio put his legs together and saluted Valina.

She also saluted Horatio very solemnly. The salute between the two of them added a sense of unspoken responsibility and commitment.

Horatio walked back to the medical sister and took two cigarettes from the cigarette, giving one to the sister and taking one in his own hand.

He lit the cigarette with a lighter, first lighting it for the nun, then put the cigarette in his mouth, brought the fire close to it, and took a light puff.

"If the head nun sees us, we will be punished."

"Of course." The nun smiled bitterly, "I am really too tired. I am sorry that you saw me breaking the rules of the order."

"It's human nature. I break the rules all the time." Horatio smiled.

Sister Arabella took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Many times, people smoke just to help themselves breathe deeply and refresh themselves.

The nun sighed, "Today is an exception. The combat stimulant has reached the critical dose and can no longer be used."

She looked up at the relief painting on the top of the church, smiled and said to Horatio: "You have saved too many lives today, Sergeant Major. May the Emperor, Saint Gilles, and Saint Arabella bless you."

"And so do you. Sister Arabella, Saint Arabella is proud of you and lives up to the name."

The nun suddenly remembered something while looking up at the murals on the top of the church, and took out an exquisite niche from the waist bag of her power armor.

"This is a thank you gift from our Order of the Holy Rose. The Grand Sister picked it out herself from the Holy Chamber to express our gratitude for your heroic resistance to the war as the garrison commander of the Cathedral of the Heavenly Maiden, and for keeping our holy land from being desecrated."

Horatio took the casket from Sister Arabella and gently opened it.

Inside is a white rose rosary, the symbol of the Holy Rose.

"This rosary is a holy object, said to be one of the ones used by Sister Saint Arabella. It contains a force field shield that can resist three attacks, and it is said to have magical effects, but we have not seen it either."

"Is it really okay to give me such a precious gift?" Horatio said with a wry smile.

"If you hadn't led the soldiers to fight bravely in the most dangerous moment, awakened the miracle, and persisted until the reinforcements arrived, all the treasures in the holy room would have vanished. Thinking of this, can you accept it?" The nun raised the corner of her mouth and chuckled.

"You have protected the burial place of Saint Arabella from desecration, and she will protect your life in the future."

"Next time I will go to the headquarters of the order to express my gratitude."

"You are the one chosen by the angels. The Holy Rose Congregation welcomes you at any time, Sergeant-Major." The nun's voice was very soft and sweet as she tied the holy object on Horatio.

"If you have time, I'll take you out for a walk next time. It can relieve your stress."

"I wish I really had time. I have never left the monastery and the medical ward since I was a child. The senior sister kept a strict eye on me when I was young, but I have no time at all when I grow up." The medical sister lowered her head, sighed deeply with regret, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"It will happen. I'll take you to see the outside world and let you have a good rest."

"Thank you, let's take the kids out first. They need some fresh air." "Let's go."

Horatio walks towards the little girl with heterochromatic eyes he rescued. The baker's daughter.

"Big brother, are we still alive?"

She was sitting on the flawless white marble base of the statue. Her face was not as red as it was at first, but she still looked very weak, with a dazed look in her eyes and a feeble voice. There were several scars on her face that were covered up by Sister Arabella with sterile cotton. There was also a bloody bandage wrapped around her head, which made people feel distressed.

"It's safe now. What's your name?" Horatio asked with a warm smile, squatting in front of her.

"Triske." The girl looked at the black-haired young man in front of her with her big watery eyes.

"My name is Horatio, can you still go? Triscoe."

The girl tried to move, but her legs were unsteady.

Seeing this, Horatio picked her up and let her sit on his iron hand.

"Brother, will my parents go to the Emperor?" The girl trembled, not daring to look directly at the ground, so she had to lie on Horatio's shoulder armor and asked timidly.

"It will. Sanguinius is here to get them," Horatio said gently to the girl.

"really?"

"Really, I saw it with my own eyes," said Horatio, looking toward the light outside the church.

"Thank you for saving me." The girl's tears fell on Horatio's shoulder armor, and she sobbed: "Also, thank you... for surviving."

Hearing the girl's last words, Horatio's eyes widened slightly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He chuckled and walked towards the church door with the girl.

A ray of sunlight shone on them through the light-transmitting device designed for the Church of the Goddess at the top of the earth's crust, bringing the long-lost warmth.

Sister Arabella walked behind him, her medical demolition gauntlets stained with blood and flesh, and now she was holding the child's soft little hand.

The remaining church guards led the rescued children out of the front gate.

There was a huge crowd of people outside the door, including nuns, Anglican priests, lay deacons, soldiers, civilians, reporters, and officials.

Seeing the survivors of the battle of the Cathedral of the Goddess coming out with their children, many civilians knelt on the ground excitedly, expressing their gratitude for the protection of the God-Emperor.

The state church priests majestically announced that this was a blessing from the God-Emperor and sprinkled holy water on them.

Many zealots of the faith reached out, having heard of the warriors' feats.

Seeing them now, it is as if I have seen saints, standing or kneeling on the ground with excitement and trembling, stretching out their dirty hands, silently reciting prayers and scriptures, hoping to get a little bit of their holiness and glory.

Countless pairs of dirty hands touched Horatio's armor, body, and face with murmuring sounds, making his entire body even dirtier, as if he had crawled out of the mud.

Even the sergeant major's beret that he always carried with him was touched and fell to the ground, where it was treasured by the clerks.

Even so, he didn't care and just hugged the child tightly in his arms.

Horatio was now even dirtier, filthier, and bloodier than when he first came into this world as a death row inmate.

But in the eyes of everyone around him, his figure holding the child he rescued was so tall, majestic, sacred and inviolable.

Even though the broken body is covered in blood and filth, the fire of the soul still shines brightly.

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