After the other party gradually regained the most basic ability to communicate, Zhang Ge roughly confirmed the events that had occurred in the church from her account. Overall, it was not much different from what Zhang Ge had guessed, with only some trivial differences that were harmless.

  After all, those Chaos Terminators did not intend to deliberately conceal their movements. This blatant action was less about arrogance and more about a reckless declaration of their existence—after all, it meant they had already grasped the coordinates of this church.

  Any attempt by troops to re-establish a presence in this church would have to be carefully considered beforehand. Once attacked, they would need to assess whether they could withstand the combined assault of the Chaos Terminators and the cultists.

  "Alright, get lost."

  After asking her questions, Zhang Ge did not intend to meddle further. After all, the two were not even part of the same armed system, and that martyr had indeed sheltered her. The fact that she was favored by the machine spirit of the nun's vehicle at least indicated that this person was weak, but she probably hadn’t done anything particularly wicked.

  His earlier torment of the nun was merely to help her regain some sanity for questioning; he had no intention of punishing her on anyone's behalf.

  “No...”

  The novice nun sobbed softly, swallowing hard before continuing:

  “...I want to atone.”

  My goodness, an atoning nun? Don’t you see what you’re made of? Once you become an atoning nun and try to run away in front of the other nuns, don’t think you’ll be able to escape from the martyr next time.

  “You do as you wish.”

  But as previously stated, Zhang Ge was too lazy to interfere. If she wanted to go, then let her go.

  However, just as Zhang Ge was about to pick up his cross, she continued:

  “Please, let me follow you. You have a holy aura about you.”

  Huh? Am I some kind of mobile nun magnet? I still don’t know how to deal with Amelia suddenly turning into a big guy, and now you come along? How am I supposed to survive this?

  Zhang Ge replied:

  “No need for a deserter.”

  “I won’t run away again!”

  “Then how can I be sure?”

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  “…If I show cowardice again, please feel free to execute me.”

  Zhang Ge looked at the other person with the same gaze he used for the small trumpet Oglin:

  “What you mean is, if you try to run while there are others around, I should execute a deserter in the name of the Starfield Army?

  “Or do you plan to have me explain to every allied unit I encounter that you are actually a deserter, thus giving me the authority to execute you?”

  The other person, who had seemed to calm down a bit, was once again overcome with emotion, sobbing as she said:

  “Wuwu, I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to cause you trouble, I just... wuwuwu... I’m sorry, I’ll think of another way...”

  Seeing her like this, Zhang Ge lost the desire to say anything further. After stuffing the cross back into his bag, he bent down to pick up the other bottles and jars, intending to continue with the car maintenance.

  At that moment, Sister Amelia, already dressed in a set of thick power feedback armor, entered the room. Upon seeing the scene inside, she asked:

  “What happened?”

  Zhang Ge, somewhat puzzled, replied:

  “What are you doing here?”

  “I sensed you were in a room and hadn’t moved, so I came to see if you were in trouble... Dominika? How did you end up here?”

  Before the preparatory nun named “Dominika” could answer, Zhang Ge briefly explained:

  “Deserter, hiding among the martyrs, so she survived.”

  “I see.”

  Amelia nodded, and Dominika did not deny it, merely bowing her head in silence.

  “Running away is an unacceptable crime, but we can’t use the penance mech now; it’s too slow... Dominika, once we reach the settlement, I will apply to have you transformed into a slave worker to atone for the order.”

  “But before that, I will allow you to use the nun’s armament to prove your determination and ability to cast off the shame of your past, to demonstrate that your stained body can still serve a greater purpose. If you commit another crime, I will personally execute and purify you.”

  Slave workers, even in the vibrant and flourishing Empire, can undoubtedly be considered among the lowest tier, as they are merely mechanized objects, or tools, having truly departed from humanity.

  However, upon hearing this fate, Dominika seemed to relax instead. She cast a reverent glance at the now towering Amelia, who had lost her past scars, and knelt on one knee, responding:

  “Yes, Sister Amelia, I will follow your arrangements.”

  “Come with me; I’ll help you choose your weapons.”

  As Amelia turned to leave, Dominika hurriedly followed, her legs still feeling weak.

  Meanwhile, Zhang Ge felt his vision darken.

  Well, this is how it’s going to be arranged.

  In fact, aside from lacking combat experience, the preparatory nuns are not far behind actual battle nuns in terms of training and physical fitness; they only need a swearing-in ceremony to become battle nuns.

  Once they are fully equipped, even if they merely act as a trigger pull for a grenade launcher, their combat effectiveness would be much higher than that of ordinary Starfield soldiers. Although this preparatory nun had escaped once, that was only when facing the Chaos Terminator.

  When it comes to fighting cultists, once they don the force feedback armor, ordinary automatic guns and laser guns would barely scratch the surface; even if you stuffed a pig into the barrel, it could still output damage.

  Wait... maybe not necessarily.

  Not all effects are positive; someone like her, a liability, could easily create a mess on the battlefield, which would be a job well done, wouldn’t it?

  Anyway, I’m not counting on ordinary cultists to do anything to me. If she makes a mistake at a critical moment, wouldn’t that be a huge profit?

  The plan is set.

  Zhang Ge made an effort to convince himself.

  Sigh... a car is still better; it can go wherever without backstabbing you.

  He moved the jars in his arms to the side of the car and began to carelessly squander these precious supplies.