Chapter 2 – Ruthless Righteousness
The dropship shakes as it takes fire from the anti-air canons on the surface, and yet, we are still as our feet are firmly planted on the floor with our weapons ready and our focus on our commander as he stands up.
“Brothers and sisters, this is the time of retribution. There are no innocent souls on this planet other than the ones destroying it. Execute every last sinner you see. We are the adopted sons and daughters of God. Let the Lord guide your weapons! Let righteous fury be your psalm of praise! We are the wrath of God, and our enemies shall fall before us!”
As soon as the commander finishes his speech, we land, and the landing door drops. We’ve landed inside a small house and run over its inhabitants when we landed. A hail of laser fire and explosions greet us as we exit the dropship. The grace of God and our armor protects us as we charge through it into the city we are assaulting. More dropships fall from the sky and onto the battlefield with some dropships landing in the city or in the skyscrapers, buildings, and homes with no consideration for the sinners inside. Tanks and infantry face us on the ground with their ineffective weapons as we charge forward tearing them to shreds with our heavy weapons. A single shot from our weapons can tear a person in two and can go right through armor and can only dent our own.
Above us are defense towers that try to rain down fire and missiles, but our weapons cut right through them. We then charge through the walls of the city and continue our assault by spreading out our forces. I go off on my own and charge into a building and run over and crush a sinner in the process. I then use my explosive minigun to tear apart everyone. The building falls on me and I come out without a scratch on my armor.
“Zakai, we’re moving down below the city to route out any filth beneath it,” a squadmate says.
“Roger,” I respond.
A detachment of our forces moves to the lower city where we find more sinners trying to make their escape or hide. The rich are mixed up with the poor down here, and they will all share the same grave just as the heathens and the heretics share a similar fate in Hell. As I destroy and shoot down every sinner I see, I’m reminded of the pope executing the traitors and his assassins. I remember the corrupt leaders in our government and the ones outside of it. Neither of which got the justice that was coming to them until now. While the pope’s trusted soldiers cleanse the Church from the inside, we clean the outside.
The ceiling above us begins to come crashing down as the battle shakes the planet and we destroy the pillars beneath this city to make it come crumbling down. We evacuate the lower city and emerge back on the surface to find another wave of sinners approaching the city. A mix of tanks, infantry, and air support is part of this wave as it appears that they’re throwing the last of their forces after us. Another two waves come at us from the sides, so we take up positions in the city. Once they get closer, we effectively take them out in ambushes that make their numbers look like nothing. The two skulls that comprise our helmet allow us to see behind us and a special function can turn on heat vision so we can see through the smoke they’ve deployed.
I’ve been in intense battles like this before with my back against the wall. Some of these battles were fought for petty politicians who wanted planets. I’ve had to kill innocent people for them because of my duty as a soldier. In these battles, my squads were outgunned, underprepared, and unequipped to deal with our enemy. I can hardly remember how I survived and why I was the only one to survive at times despite my injuries. It was all to prepare me for this as far as I know. Things are different now as we are blessed with real weapons, armor, and a pure purpose.
The Divinus Carnifex is God’s hammer of judgment. Only the most elite soldiers from the various groups in the Church are invited to join it. We can’t shoot pillars of fire and put planets in Purgatorial states forever, so we are that cleansing flame instead. Our equipment and faith outclass every other empire out there and this army attacking us is no match for us as we crush it without losing anyone. These heretics and traitors that we face don’t even believe in what they preach since the holy images on our armor are charred by laser fire and explosives. A true follower of God wouldn’t aim for these holy images. We continue on from the city to a neighboring town where the sinners are retreating to.
“Ready your launchers!” the commander says.
The men with missiles line up and take aim at the town in the distance.
“Fire!”
A barrage of missile and laser fire engulfs the town and leaves a little crater. The squads around me cheer at the display and praise God.
“It’s not time to celebrate yet, brothers and sisters. We’re just getting started!”
“Isn’t that reason enough to celebrate?” I ask.
“You have a point there, Zakai. Let us give our works to the Lord above if you aren’t already and praise Him! Praise Him with every shot you fire! Praise Him with every sinner you deliver to His judgment! Praise Him! Praise Him for all eternity!”
We yell out as we continue our march on the planet as we activate our recovery systems in our suit to recover our energy. These suits based on the armor of St. Michael the Archangel’s Legion also allow us to do conserve and replenish our strength in what would otherwise be superhuman activities. Praise be to God and the makers of these suits for their creation. More squads of us fly ahead of us to the next neighboring city that’s already burning and crumbling down. This is only the start of a great day and an even greater war.
Just like our ancestors who purged the Holy Lands of heathens before claiming their inheritance, we will clean the galaxy, claim what is rightfully ours, and save souls. No more will they oppress us. No more will they kill and steal from us because of our beliefs. They will learn to fear God and His Holy Church for we are His Holy Wrath, and the time for gentle mercy is over.
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