Pietro has always considered himself a strong person.
He lost his parents when he was young and grew up raising his younger sister alone.
Because of his strong hatred for Stark during his adolescence, he and his underage sister accidentally became Hydra's experimental subjects.
If the special ability controlled by my sister would be unstable due to changes in emotions, she did not suffer much when she activated the ability.
So Pietro's road to becoming a speedster can be said to be very difficult.
If he hadn't always remembered his sister's frail figure in his dying consciousness, he might not have survived at all.
However, at this time, Pietro seemed to be standing at the crossroads of the same fate again.
Unfortunately, he became one of the dozens of people in the Wehrmacht Guards infected by the horrific plague.
But at the same time Pietro was lucky.
Because he is the only survivor among these comrades who has not turned into a zombie of Nurgle.
After experiencing endless suffering that was too painful to live or that felt like his soul was being torn apart.
Extremely weak, Pietro opened his eyes on the morning of the thirteenth day.
At this moment, standing in front of him was a metal giant exuding a cold aura.
The opponent also had a chain sword stained with blood on his waist.
Pietro had long known about these mortal warriors called Stormtroopers.
I have also seen with my own eyes the Astartes who have made great strides in the tide of Nurgle's zombies.
"Is it time? I understand, and I also understand that this horrific plague cannot be leaked at all, because it is too lethal to human beings. Please give my pension and medal of merit to my sister. If time
If enough, I hope to write a farewell letter..."
Pietro subconsciously licked his chapped lips with his tongue.
He slowly sat up, raising his neck and staring at the storm trooper who was so close.
"Pietro Maximov?"
At this moment, a muddy and deep voice slowly floated out from the opponent's metal helmet.
Pietro was stunned for a moment, then took a deep breath and nodded and replied:
"Corporal Pietro, orderly of the 1st Armored Infantry Regiment of the Home Guard."
"You are free, but before that, someone wants to see you."
"Wait! I don't need to be executed?"
Pietro's thoughts didn't seem to change for a moment.
He stared at the storm trooper in front of him with a dull expression, and couldn't help but ask.
"If you haven't transformed into a walking corpse for six days, it means you have survived. The reason why you continue to be locked up for so many days is for insurance, and secondly, when the Homeland Defense Force withdrew, you were temporarily forgotten."
"this……"
At this moment, Pietro subconsciously opened his mouth.
But his extremely complicated mood prevented him from saying many words at all.
In the end, he just squeezed out a dry question from his mouth:
"Who wants to see me?"
"Of course our Primarch!"
"Remember, he doesn't like others to kneel down at every turn. You should also show your momentum as a soldier and don't embarrass your Homeland Defense Force!"
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Temporary command center.
Rorschach, wearing vibranium power armor, put down the many documents in his palm.
This is the legal right that Doom and Iron Man David fought hard to obtain from the Security Council investigation team.
Including, but not limited to, recognizing the Astral Legion of Terra as a legitimate international heroic organization.
At the same time, the arrest warrants for terrorist organizations and other similar loose terms were also revoked.
Although Rorschach does not intend to abide by any of the above rules.
But since he can become a big loach that disturbs the fish pond and brings some different war vitality to the entire native world, he doesn't care.
"Come in, you've been standing there for ten minutes. When do you plan to wait?"
At this moment, Rorschach blinked and said to the outside of the room without raising his head.
As soon as he finished speaking, Pietro, with a tense face and a sense of tension all over his body, walked in stiffly.
"Homeland Defense Force No. 1..."
He straightened his back instantly and performed a Sky Eagle Salute.
He shouted loudly to Rorschach with an impassioned tone.
"Okay, I know who you are... I heard that your comrades in the regiment call you 'Quick Silver'?"
Rorschach interrupted the other party's self-introduction with a wave of his hand, and suddenly asked.
"Well... maybe it's because I run fast and I have gray hair."
Pietro's eyes were blank and he raised his hand to scratch his slightly reflective light-colored short hair.
"Do you know why I came to you?"
At this moment, Rorschach, who had a few fingers on his cheeks, narrowed his eyes and asked the other party again.
And I saw Pietro shaking his head slightly.
Rorschach took a deep breath and said in a calm tone:
"About ten hours ago, I suddenly felt a familiar psychic wave. After searching for it, I found that it was emanating from the isolation area... Congratulations, Pietro, if you put it in another
Where, you have now become a 'living saint'."
"'Living Saint'? You mean..."
Pietro, whose mind was obviously sharper, instantly understood what was going on.
He carefully stared at the original body in front of him and asked subconsciously.
"Perhaps you have heard of the legend of the Emperor. Even if you don't know it, 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 palm.
He made a clear snap of his fingers towards the outside of the room.
The next second, a Lamenter priest wearing black and white power armor stepped into the room holding a pile of thick books and parchments.
"He is your extracurricular teacher. Your latest task is to recite prayer scriptures fluently and learn how to pray and preach effectively. Of course, I refer to the original text, which means you need to re-learn a subject.
A new language.”
"At the same time, your physical fitness and superpower characteristics will also be tested. The foundry will customize an auxiliary power armor for you that can allow you to exert or even increase your speed. How is your marksmanship? Oh,
Maybe you won’t need a bolt gun anymore, as long as your followers are good enough at shooting.”
However, at this time, Pietro, who was looking blank, heard a series of words from Rorschach.
He turned and looked at the tall Astartes who had been silent beside him.
The more nervous person quickly swallowed his saliva and asked:
"Lord Primarch! Can you tell me what happened? Am I unable to return to La Tovilia?"
"What happened? To put it simply, the emperor who has not ignored me for a long time has appeared again, but this time it is on you... You don't really think that you can resist Chaos with your willpower alone.
A horrific plague spread, right?”
"Moreover, this war also made me discover that our team really cannot live without a more stable channel of belief. After all, God can only be a real thing."
"Pietro, whether you want it or not, our team has decided that you are now the first pope of the local state religion."