Chapter 36 36, Blessing of the Son of God

The defenses of the Chaos Fortress were simply not enough to withstand the upgraded imperial technology, and it was directly blasted to pieces by the thunderous rail cannon.

The expeditionary regiment filed in along the gap created by the bombing, tearing apart the enemy's body with the weapons in their hands.

When all the demons in this fortress were driven back to the subspace, the expeditionary force announced that they had recovered the first lost world.

Dust from the fires of war floats in the atmosphere.

There was no cheering or celebration for the victorious human legion.

Instead, he continued on the journey with firm steps.

There are more worlds to save, and it's not time to rest yet.

Among the rectangularly arranged Imperial fleet floating in the outer orbit, the engines of some battleships once again spewed out roaring tail flames, leaving a comet-like trail.

The huge Expeditionary Legion fleet was now divided into several small and medium-sized fleets, heading to many nearby worlds to carry out reinforcement or rescue missions.

The parliament formed by Dukel also sent ruling officials, who will stay in these worlds to rebuild after the disaster.

Restoring human prosperity from the ruins of the world is an equally arduous and dangerous task.

Duker did not set sail with the fleet, but briefly stayed in Nanlith, a world ravaged by Chaos.

The arrival of the original body was naturally welcomed by the survivors.

These imperial people who survived the massacre by the forces of Chaos have not yet come out of their pain.

The Primarch walked beside them and could easily feel the sorrow and suffering in their hearts.

The invasion of Chaos completely changed the fate of these survivors. They lingered in the disaster and lost their close friends, relatives, flesh and blood, and partners.

I only hope that the souls of the deceased can receive the guidance of the Emperor after death, return to the supreme golden throne, and never be harmed by Chaos again.

Behind Dukel, the imperial priests sang hymns belonging to the emperor together, giving people the courage to face chaos.

The Primarch asked the Sisters of Battle guarding her to step back and walked into the crowd.

He is now strong enough and has no flaws to target.

The shameless assassination could no longer make him injured or lose control. Whether it was his former brothers or the great demons of the gods, he was confident that he could easily crush them in a head-on confrontation.

The power of Dukel's soul gently stirred, calming the fear and uneasiness in the hearts of these imperial people.

The emperor's second son was not good at words. He could feel the sorrow in these people's hearts, but for a while he couldn't think of words to cheer them up.

I can only comfort them in my own way.

This process must be meticulous. As the master of the Heart Network, his spiritual power alone exceeds that of the nearly 100,000 Heart Network members combined.

Once the output efficiency is not controlled well, not only will it fail to have a soothing effect, but it will also instantly disperse the hearts of these mortals, turning them completely into walking zombies, causing huge disasters.

But at this time, a situation occurred that Duker did not expect.

A woman trotted over and took her child over, her voice trembling with fear.

"Your Majesty the Great Demigod, please bless my child. Although his father was just a worker at the bottom of the factory, he still fought against the devil until the last moment of his life. Please bless my child and let him My father can also be stained with glory and rest in peace under the golden throne."

There were tears in the woman's eyes, and the dirt and blood-stained wounds on her body told of the suffering she had experienced.

Her husband died in the hands of demons in order to protect their mother and son. Those demons even looked down upon her husband's skull and crushed the man's head with disdain.

She is only about 1.7 meters tall. Long-term suffering has made her skinny and skinny. In her eyes, the nearly five-meter-tall original body standing in front of her is taller than a two-story building. He is so tall in power armor. The body is like an iron tower.

This huge gap, just standing here at this moment, has exhausted her lifelong courage, and her heart is filled with fear. She lowers her head, fearing that her humble self will be disgusted by the demigods.

She was even more afraid that her reckless actions would cause the original body to be unhappy and receive curses from the other party. Mother and son would be despised by the Son of God, and there would no longer be a place for them in this world.

However, the nightmare she imagined did not come, and luckily she did not raise her head, otherwise she would have seen the great primarch's temporary helplessness.

His Highness, who has always been aloof, never expected this kind of scene to happen. After a brief moment of being at a loss,

Dukel grabbed the cloak behind him and carefully wiped off the remaining demon blood on his power gloves.

After making sure that his hands were clean, he knelt down and carefully picked up the baby in the woman's hands.

At this moment, even Duker couldn't help but sigh at the magic of life.

The little life lay in the palm of his hand. The young body was smaller than his hand, but it could survive in such a cruel world.

As a trace of spiritual power was poured into it, a pure smile appeared on the baby's face, and his clean eyes were incompatible with this world full of blood and killing.

"This is my brothers and comrades-in-arms. The hope we protect, the hope of the empire, and the greatness of life never lie in whether he is strong or not, but in that he never obeys."

"The suffering caused by the devil should not extend to them. I bless him and all my fellow human beings who are fighting in the suffering."

"Child, I wish you no longer have to endure the suffering we have endured; I wish you can freely bathe in the light of the stars, walk under the glory of the golden throne, and never lose your way forward."

Duker held the child in his palm carefully, fearing that if he exerted a little force, he would damage this most precious treasure that represents the hope of mankind.

Under the cover of the power of the original body, the baby's tender but malnourished face became full at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his skin was white and flawless with a healthy color.

The fullness of the body restored the baby's childish nature. He staggered and climbed in Duker's palm, expressing his joy with his hands and feet.

This young life, which has lived in disaster since birth, has left indelible scars on his body and mind.

But now, all of this has been healed.

The people looked at the child's innocent smile, and their eyes inadvertently turned red. The giant figure holding the child in his palm showed a scene like a miracle, which brought them endless courage and confidence.

When the woman took her child back, her hands trembled with excitement. She couldn't help but want to kneel down and worship the Son of God in front of her with the highest etiquette.

But she was stopped by Duker.

"Don't kneel down." Duker said softly, "In the future, you will have to protect your child from wind and rain. How can you kneel down to others easily?"

The Primarch stood up, his tall body extremely straight,

"The survival of the empire still requires each of us to shoulder it together. With such a heavy responsibility, how can we easily bend our backs!"

Although there was no long speech, the people still felt the power contained in Duker's words, and they stood up one after another, replaced by more intense cheers.

The hesitation and anxiety were dispelled by the cheers of humans, and the eyes of the survivors became gradually firm.

After a long time, the hopeful cheers of humans once again resounded in this world.

The fate like a gear began to turn again, and this time its final direction of progress was unpredictable even for the gods.