Not only were Archmagos Cawl, Inquisitor Greyfax, and the others confused.
Even Eldrad and the other Aeldari seers looked at Daqi with bewilderment in their eyes.
They tried once more to observe this human’s thread of fate, only to find that his destiny was a mass of chaos, with nothing to be seen at all.
It was as if his fate did not belong to this universe.
Daqi ignored their gazes. He put away his weapon and began hopping about as he cleaned up the battlefield.
In truth, there was hardly any equipment worth taking. Most of it was plain white-tier trash and worthless.
What Daqi was mainly searching for were the wounded Imperial soldiers.
Above all of their heads were green exclamation marks.
After Daqi picked up a wounded man, a vehicle in the distance would light up.
When he carried the wounded man over and placed him on the vehicle, a system notification appeared.
[You have recovered a loyal currency for the Emperor. Gained 10 experience points, 10 points.]
“Not bad. Saving one person gives 10 experience points and 10 points.”
“If I go to those apocalypse-level battlefields in the future, won’t I be raking it in??”
Filled with motivation, Daqi carried the wounded soldiers on the battlefield onto the vehicles, farming points and experience.
Archmagos Cawl, Castellan Creed, Inquisitor Greyfax, and the others all frowned when they saw this.
Although they had temporarily repelled the forces of Chaos, an unknown journey still lay ahead.
If they brought these wounded along, movement would be difficult, and their speed would be slowed.
The Despoiler’s fleet had also blockaded the entire planet’s orbit, making it impossible to seek support from other Imperial forces.
The best solution was to grant these wounded soldiers the Emperor’s mercy.
Such an approach was cruel, and utterly devoid of human feeling.
But Abaddon the Despoiler had not completely left. His Vengeful Spirit was still in orbit around the moon of Klairas.
Once the enemy launched another offensive, even more people would die.
Necessary cruelty, instead, could allow more people to survive.
But this nameless warrior kept stuffing wounded men into the vehicles. Clearly, he intended to take them along.
Just as everyone was thinking about how to persuade the nameless warrior to give up this meaningless act,
a gravely wounded soldier shifted his body and climbed down from the vehicle.
“I’m too badly wounded. Let me stay here.”
“If you take me along, I’ll only slow you down.”
Creed, his face resolute, let out a soft sigh.
If he could, he very much wanted to persuade this soldier otherwise.
But now was not the time for mercy.
Those who had made it this far were all people of firm will and loyal hearts.
Mere death, to them, was nothing out of the ordinary.
Once the first man took the lead, the others also began crawling or dragging themselves off the vehicles one after another.
[About to lose one loyal currency. 10 experience points and 10 points will be deducted at that time.]
[About to...]
Daqi’s eyes widened when he heard the notification.
Nani!!
It could deduct points too??
He jogged back over. As the heavy Hades Terminator armor moved at speed, it stirred up a whistling wind.
After placing the wounded soldier in his arms onto the vehicle,
Daqi then carried each of the wounded soldiers who had crawled down back up again and placed them on it.
“Let me stay here.”
Several gravely wounded soldiers pleaded. They did not want to burden the others.
Daqi, however, ignored their words and put them back into the vehicles once more.
Nonsense. These were all points and experience. He couldn’t let them run off.
At this sight, everyone could no longer keep their composure.
Uh...
Lord Angel of the Emperor, isn’t your obsession with saving people a little too strong?
A helpless look appeared on Creed’s face. He turned to look at Greyfax, Archmagos Cawl, and the others.
At this moment, Celestine stepped forward once more.
“Let him act according to his own will.”
…………
The words of the Living Saint still carried great weight.
No one tried to stop Daqi again. Emperor’s Champion Gallain led a group of people to join the rescue and search effort.
The soldiers who were still alive were found one by one and placed on transports or the few remaining vehicles.
Greyfax took this opportunity to walk up to Celestine.
She glanced at the xenos in the distance, then turned to the Living Saint and said, “Is this the salvation you spoke of? Relying on the charity of a pack of xenos?”
Greyfax’s voice was somewhat harsh.
Even now, this Inquisitor had still not fully trusted Celestine.
“This is the Emperor’s guidance.”
Celestine’s tone was calm, and she did not grow angry.
“That is a lie you use to deceive the ignorant.” Anger appeared on Greyfax’s face. “One day, I will expose you.”
Celestine remained as unconcerned as ever. “You serve the Emperor and trust in the Emperor. Why, then, do you not believe that His hand is guiding me?”
Greyfax placed her hand on the bolt pistol at her waist.
“Perhaps something is guiding you, but that something may not be the Emperor. How many evils have been crowned with the name of miracles, and without exception, those incidents all caused enormous casualties?”
“Remember this: when I expose your disguise, that will be the day you die.”
Celestine smiled. “I look forward to that day. Unfortunately, it will never come. In addition, I must tell you that He has plans for you as well. Wait patiently, Inquisitor.”
Greyfax’s gaze toward the Living Saint was still filled with vigilance,
but deep in her heart, she felt a trace of comfort because of the other’s words.
When the humans’ efforts to treat the wounded came to an end, Yvraine, the Visarch, Eldrad, and the others of the Ynnari walked up to Celestine.
Compared to the Inquisitor who hated them and the rigid Martians, they were more confident in persuading this Living Saint, an embodiment of the power of faith.
Autarch Meliniel of Craftworld Biel-Tan saluted Celestine and the others.
“I know that you hate us, and you have ample reason to do so. For the sake of the aid we have given you, please grant us the chance to speak of the truth and the future.”
“What do you have besides lies?” Greyfax spat. “What are you trying to take from us with your honeyed words this time??”
The Black Templars Astartes and the Imperial forces watched the Aeldari warily.
If anything unexpected happened, they would open fire without hesitation.
“Let them finish,” Celestine said.
Greyfax curled her lip and looked toward Yvraine and the other Aeldari. “Speak. Why have you come here??”
“The Dark Gods are rising. We must unite if we are to resist those evil beings.”
Yvraine was the first to speak, her tone grave. When she reached this point, she pointed toward the transport vehicle.
“That cumbersome thing contains hope. A great figure from the Age of Myth will return, becoming humanity’s leader and leading you in resistance against the Ruinous Powers and the invasion of warped darkness.”
“………………”
The negotiations lasted several hours.
After the Aeldari finished speaking, Celestine and the others held discussions.
Celestine emphasized that it was a prophecy that had guided her here, and that only with the help of the Aeldari could they deliver the precious cargo to Ultramar and complete the mission of this journey.
Through her efforts, the Imperial side agreed to accept the Aeldari’s aid and trust them.
Yvraine and the other Aeldari, in turn, stated that they would use the fastest possible speed to take them across the Webway to Ultramar, ensuring that Archmagos Cawl’s cargo arrived at Macragge without the slightest mishap.
After both sides reached an agreement, the two armies merged into one, entered the Webway gate, boarded the Aeldari warships, and set off for Ultramar.