Armin's complaint sounded through the communicator.
"Soldier, concentrate, you are performing your mission."
Soshyan immediately interrupted the other party's chatter, but Armin was indeed right. The smell in this place was indeed not very good, and even the helmet's filter could not remove it.
It was the smell of mud mixed with rotting plants, and a lot of sweat and siltation. Even when Soshyan was a mortal, he rarely experienced this smell.
When he became a Space Marine, what he smelled most every day was the holy oil used to maintain equipment.
In daily life, servants will also keep the Astartes' space spotless, not to mention the appearance of corrupt garbage.
But now, it's like they are walking in a huge garbage dump.
On the way to the church from the square, they had to pass through a residential area, where ordinary residents of the city lived, including craftsmen and various people who served the landowners.
But even for this group of people, their living conditions are terrible.
The hardened road surface disappears here, replaced by soft dirt road.
It might be okay for ordinary people to step on it, but if a heavy Astartes steps on it, there is a high probability that the entire foot will sink.
However, West was very considerate. He had already asked the guards to dismantle the attached buildings and lay the huge wooden beams on the ground to form a man-made path, so that the Astartes could pass by smoothly.
As they passed by, they also noticed demolished houses and bewildered residents.
Soshyan heard a gentle sigh, but he didn't know who made it.
"Your Majesty the Emperor!"
When the Astartes passed by, the city residents knelt down on both sides of the road. Some lit candles, some took out the religious emblems treasured at home, and some even took out all their belongings. If it were not for the guards,
The road separates them, and they even
Some precious metals and jewelry were hung on the bodies of the noble angels.
This is a relatively backward world, and the residents of this world are mostly pious and simple, and they are willing to give everything for a miracle.
Using their own property as offerings is the most common way for them to express their faith.
"I'm very, very sorry for making you laugh. They are all country people and don't know etiquette."
Beside the Astartes team was West, who was smiling and jumping on the crossbar.
The angels walked on a very steady path, but it was not so easy under his feet, but this did not prevent him from following along.
From beginning to end, Soshyan didn't say a word to him.
Walking through the residential area, you can already see the church.
Bang Dang~ Bang Dang~
Suddenly, the bronze bell on the steeple rang to welcome the arrival of the Emperor's Angel.
The road leading to the church is still a very neat rocky road, with green trees and flower beds on both sides. In the gaps between these landscapes, many thin and haggard people can be seen gathering.
They are refugees who were kicked out of the church and completely homeless.
"Ah! The angels are coming!"
"Your Majesty! May I kiss their boots..."
The appearance of the tall warriors made these people gasp or scream. Most of them looked slovenly, with layers of sweat and mud staining their pieces of cloth that could hardly be called clothes. Some even didn't even have this bit of cloth.
There was no film, and the exposed body was covered in dirt.
The temperature here was less than ten degrees late at night, and many people were shivering in the cold wind, but they did not move a step.
Similarly, when the Astartes passed in front of them, these poor people also knelt down and worshiped. Some even took out the last humble possessions on their bodies and tried to walk towards the Astartes.
Throw it somewhere.
Considering their condition, this is likely to be their last possession.
The sufferings of this life have led many people to regard religion as their only spiritual comfort, and they are willing to sacrifice everything for it.
Suddenly, Soshyan stopped abruptly.
All the sounds disappeared at the same time, and the mortals stared wide-eyed at the giants who were as motionless as sculptures.
Then, Soshyan bent down and gently picked up a gray thing from his feet with his fingers.
He didn't know what it was, but he noticed the frightened expression on the right side of a poor woman with disheveled hair and thin clothes, and hugged a six or seven-year-old boy hard.
The boy was so thin, with almost no flesh on his body, and his dirty skin clung to his bones.
Soshyan turned his head again and looked at the landowners and city councilors who were following him all the way on the road to the left, their faces oily, wearing gorgeous clothes and jewels.
Are both really the same species?
"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!"
West immediately nodded crazily at Soshyan like a frightened chicken, then waved vigorously at the guards and shouted:
"Let you drive all this garbage away! Are you all blind?"
Knowing that they had caused trouble, the guards immediately turned around and the refugees shouted loudly. Even though they were reluctant, everyone stood up and planned to immediately. The same was true for the woman, but the child in her arms was still staring at the thing in Soshiyang's hand.
"Mom, I'm still hungry..."
boom!
There was a loud noise, and everyone stopped moving, as if they were freezing an image.
Soshyan then hung the raised bolt pistol back on his thigh, turned and walked towards the woman.
The approach of a demigod made the woman panic, but she did not dare to move. The child in her arms also suppressed the urge to cry. Fear enveloped the group of mothers and children.
Many people closed their eyes, afraid to watch the bloody scene that happened next.
But then, everyone was stunned.
The demigod bent down and spread out his palms, and the gray thing lay quietly on it.
The woman was so frightened that she didn't dare to move. She was short and thin, only reaching Astartes' waist. When the demigod leaned over, she felt as if a mountain was collapsing towards her.
But the boy in her arms seemed to let his hunger overcome his fear. He leaned out very quickly, snatched the thing from Soshiyang's hand, and then bit it with relish.
"Is this food?"
The demigod spoke, and it went through the eardrums of the people around him like rolling thunder.
"yes……"
"Your Excellency, this is the relief ration we distributed to them."
Before the woman could say another word, West intervened.
"It's noisy outside, and they have no livelihood. The Emperor taught us to care for our kind, so we provide them with the minimum living allowance for free. This thing is called good food, which includes grains and some plants. We often eat this staple food
, the taste is not bad, especially
ruthless……"
"I didn't ask you."
Soshyan finished the other party's words in a low voice, and then turned to the woman.
She stammered for a long time and finally said something.
"Thanks to the Emperor's blessing, it's okay..."
She thought about it again and said in a low voice:
"We can eat everything. We are used to everything. We can eat everything. But some people still make trouble and their hearts are broken..."
West immediately laughed, but Soshyan's next words made his expression freeze.
The demigod pointed at the thing in the boy's arms and said in a low voice: