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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