Pietro always thought of himself as a strong man.
He lost his parents at a young age and raised his sister alone.
Because of his strong hatred for Stark during adolescence, he and his underage sister accidentally became Hydra's test subjects.
Although the special ability controlled by my sister is unstable due to changes in emotions, she did not suffer much when she activated the ability.
Then Pietro's journey to becoming a speedster can be said to be very difficult.
If he hadn't been conscious of his dying sister's fragile figure, he might not have survived.
However, at this moment, Pietro seemed to be standing at the same crossroads of fate once again.
Unfortunately, he became one of the dozens of people in the Wehrmacht Guard who were infected by the terrible plague.
But at the same time Pietro is lucky.
Because he is the only survivor among these comrades who has not yet turned into a Nurgle zombie.
After experiencing endless suffering that felt like excruciating pain or having the soul torn apart.
Pietro, who was extremely weak, opened his eyes in the early morning of the thirteenth day.
At this moment, standing in front of him was a metal giant emitting a cold aura.
The opponent also had a bloody chainsaw sword on his waist.
Pietro had long known about these mortal warriors called Stormtroopers.
He also witnessed with his own eyes the Astartes who went in and out of the Nurgle corpse tide.
"Is it time? I understand, and I know that this horrific plague cannot be leaked out at all, because it is too lethal to humans. Please give my pension and medals of honor to my sister. If there is enough time, I hope to write a farewell letter..."
Pietro subconsciously licked his cracked lips with his tongue.
He sat up slowly, craning his neck to stare at the stormtrooper who was so close to him.
"Pietro Maximov?"
At this moment, a muddy and low voice slowly floated out from the opponent's metal helmet.
Pietro was stunned for a moment, then took a deep breath and nodded:
"Corporal Pietro, First Armored Infantry Regiment, Homeland Defense Force."
"You are free, but before that, someone wants to see you."
"Wait! I don't need to be executed?"
Pietro's thoughts seemed to be stuck for a moment.
He stared at the stormtrooper in front of him with a dull expression and couldn't help but ask.
"If you haven't turned into a zombie in six days, it means you've made it. The reason you've been locked up for so many days is, first, for safety reasons, and second, because when the Homeland Defense Forces withdrew, they temporarily forgot about you."
"this..."
At this moment, Pietro subconsciously opened his mouth.
But his extremely complicated emotions made it impossible for him to say much.
In the end, he just squeezed out a dry question from his mouth:
"Who on earth wants to see me?"
"Of course it's our Lord Primarch!"
"Remember, he doesn't like others kneeling down at every turn. You should also show your demeanor as a soldier and don't bring shame to your Homeland Defense Force!"
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Temporary Command Center.
Rorschach, wearing vibranium powered armor, put down the many documents in his palm.
This is the legitimate right that Doom and Iron Man David fought hard for from the Security Council investigation team.
Including, but not limited to, recognizing the Terra Astra Corps as a legitimate international heroic organization.
At the same time, similar relaxed terms such as the wanted warrant for terrorist organizations were also revoked.
Although Rorschach did not intend to follow any of the above rules.
But since he could become a big loach that disturbed the fish pond and brought some different war vitality to the entire local world, he didn't care.
"Come in, you've been standing there for ten minutes, how long are you going to wait?"
At this moment, Rorschach blinked his eyes and spoke to the outside of the room without raising his head.
As soon as he finished speaking, Pietro, with a tense face and full of tension, walked in with stiff steps.
"The Homeland Defense Force is number one..."
He straightened his back instantly and performed the Sky Eagle Salute.
He shouted at Rorschach in an excited tone.
"Okay, I know who you are... I heard that your comrades in the regiment call you 'Quicksilver'?"
Rorschach waved his hand to interrupt the other party's self-introduction and suddenly asked.
"Uh... maybe it's because I run fast and have gray hair."
Pietro raised his hand with a blank look and scratched his short, light-colored hair that was slightly reflective.
"Do you know why I came to you?"
At this moment, Rorschach, with his fingers on his cheeks, narrowed his eyes and asked the other party again.
And Pietro shook his head slightly.
Rorschach took a deep breath and said calmly:
"About ten hours ago, I suddenly sensed a familiar spiritual energy wave coming. After searching for a while, I found that it was emanating from the quarantine area... Congratulations, Pietro. If you were in another place, you would have become a 'living saint' by now."
"'Living saint'? You mean..."
Pietro, who was obviously more perceptive, understood what was going on instantly.
He stared at the Primarch in front of him cautiously and asked subconsciously.
"Perhaps you have heard of the legend of the Emperor. Even if you don't, it doesn't matter, because from now on, the Emperor will be an important thing that will accompany you throughout your life."
Rorschach suddenly raised his other hand.
He snapped his fingers crisply towards the outside of the room.
The next second, a Weeper priest wearing black and white power armor stepped into the room holding a pile of heavy books and parchment scrolls.
"He is your extracurricular teacher. Your latest task is to recite prayer texts fluently and learn how to pray and preach effectively. Of course, I mean the original text, which means you need to learn a new language from scratch."
"At the same time, your physical fitness and superpower characteristics will be tested. The foundry will tailor a piece of auxiliary power armor for you that can allow you to exert or even enhance your speed. How is your shooting skill? Oh, maybe you won't need to use the grenade gun in the future. Your followers' shooting skills are good enough."
However, at this moment, Pietro, with a confused expression, heard a series of words from Rorschach.
He turned his head again and looked at the tall Astartes who had been silent beside him.
The even more nervous opponent quickly swallowed his saliva and asked:
"Master Primarch! Can you tell me what happened? Can I not go back to Latovilia?"
"What happened? To put it simply, the Emperor who had not paid attention to me for a long time appeared again, but this time it was on you... You don't really think that you can resist the terrible plague spread by Chaos with your willpower alone?"
"Also, this war has made me realize that our team really cannot do without a more stable channel of faith. After all, gods are real things."
"Pietro, whether you like it or not, our team has decided that you are now the first pope of the local state religion."
Thank you for your support!
(End of this chapter)