Chapter 468: Chapter 21: Devotion (Part 3)
The political commissars not only handle their original duties, but also have the most important task of punishing and reclaiming the lives of warriors who cannot control themselves.
Because in the ’Burning Hooves’ legion, every warrior carries the glory of dragon blood and other ancient bloodlines, and the sins of demon and devil’s blood.
A warrior serving as a temporary political commissar in the boot camp, wearing a full set of energy armor, relied solely on his physical strength to maneuver the armor weighing several hundred pounds freely across the exercise field while indoctrinating the warriors of the boot camp.
Ingraining teachings akin to faith, and the imprint of loyalty and obedience.
Although the distance was considerable, the dragon’s hearing still allowed Karon to clearly hear the political commissar instructor’s deep voice coming from the training ground.
"If the Empire requires us to attack a country, a country known for its Justice Faction, its stability and harmony, what would you think?"
The large dragon-faced helmet on the energy armor of the political commissar, along with the embedded Giant Dragon Hall insignia, symbolized their status and glory.
These commissars, by performing ceremonies, are able to channel the brilliance of the Giant Dragon Hall, and are hailed by warriors from other legions as ’Divine Warriors’. To casters outside, these ’Divine Warriors’ might seem akin to the priestly roles prepared by the Dragon Emperor for the future.
Their weapons are varied, but the one thing they all have in common is the powerful heart energy waves surging from these political commissars, indicating they are most influenced by their loyalty to the Emperor of the Imperial.
They have already birthed the seeds of heart energy, possessing this mysterious strength. Thus, these political commissars hold this duty not only because of their loyalty and ideology, but also because their power is sufficient to spread the emperor’s radiance and wield the scythe of death upon enemies and unruly warriors.
"I will take up my weapon, enact the will of the Royal Court, do what I must do, obey the orders I must obey, and bring bloody slaughter to all opponents marked as enemies by the Empire,"
A strong ogre warrior loudly declared as he struck his hard armor, making a thumping sound.
"You are a qualified soldier, but nothing more," the voice of the commissar emanated from the imposing dragon-faced helmet, surveying all the warriors present.
"Is there any other opinion? I hope to see different opinions."
A human warrior raised his hand and loudly said, "Our Golden Empire once suffered invasion from the Beastman Kingdom and endured the pains of war. So why should we actively invade other countries? Isn’t it somewhat unjust, even if justice is not our renown?"
The dragon-faced helmet turned towards the speaking warrior, then nodded slightly, the political commissar’s indifferent voice replied, "Very well, I like different opinions. Congratulations, you’re out. ’Burning Hooves’ only selects, not educates, but if you wish to know the reason for being out, you may stand aside and observe."
"Anything else? Be bold, ’Burning Hooves’ does not welcome the weak," the commissar’s gaze carried a strong sense of oppression even through the thick dragon-faced helmet.
Another young warrior raised his hand. This young warrior, although appearing robust, had a faint bluish fluff on his chin, indicating his youth.
"There’s only so much in the world," the young warrior spoke fearlessly, "For some to gain, others must lose. What we warriors must do is let the Empire, let us, gain more. Thus, no matter the conflict with any force or country, for the Empire, for us, it is justice,"
"As the sacred Emperor once said, everything we seek is to be gained through the steel and iron in our hands, through blood and fire."
"Very good," the solemn voice of the political commissar came from within the dragon-faced helmet, he said, "Though your thoughts are not yet mature, having your own thinking will make you an outstanding warrior,"
Clang,
Suddenly, the dragon-faced helmet opened, revealing the commissar’s stern face hidden beneath. With a smile, he said, "I know the names of all the warriors present, and I know your name—Kais. Today, at this moment, is your belated coming-of-age ceremony."
"What is our true duty?" the political commissar asked seriously, "To be bathed in the fires of war and forged on the anvil of iron is our powerful creed,"
"Everything we do is for the expansion and development of the Empire, for the survival and space of the people, for the glory of the Emperor, for spreading the emperor’s light and civilization,"
At this moment, the political commissar spread his massive arms, as if embracing all the warriors into his bosom, he said, "Come, for the great Emperor, spread the shining light of civilization, dedicate your meager strength!"
