kingnovel Chapter 295 Exchange
Chapter 295 Exchange
After the nun threw the dagger and nailed it into the wall, the slaves surrounding them immediately raised their weapons and aimed, but did not shoot.
"I knew it..." Howard rolled his eyes.
Howard guessed that this would be the outcome after Nassimov told the nuns to lay down their weapons. Whether they were Space Marines or Battle Sisters, they were a group of people who valued honor more than their own lives.
It would be better to kill them directly than to let them surrender.
Therefore, it was a very mild action for the nun to just throw the dagger to give the other party a warning.
As for the possibility that the other party mistakenly took this warning as a signal to start a war, the nun didn't care. She was not a big advocate of a peaceful solution.
“Haaa…haha…hahaha…”
On the other side, Nakhimov, who was frightened by the nun, finally came to her senses. She touched the side of her face. Although the dagger thrown by the nun did not hit her, the airflow it brought was like a slap in the face.
The first thing Nakhimov did when she came to her senses was to raise her right hand, signaling the slaves following her to put down their guns.
So the slaves lowered their guns pointed at Howard and the others.
"You...you could have killed me." Nakhimov's reaction was equally quick, but the nun's move had clearly left a significant impact on her, so her voice was still trembling. "But you didn't kill me! You're a good person!"
"He's the good guy!" The nun glanced at Howard and said, "What good would it do if I handed you my weapons? I can easily kill you even without this armor."
"Um...Sir, since you are a good person, could you please ask your guards to lay down their weapons and come with us?" Nakhimov said, this time trying a gentler word.
"Go? Are you sure it's not a kidnapping?" Howard asked.
"We kidnapped you to solve a problem. If you were willing to come with us, we could solve the problem as well. However, if you voluntarily go with us, it shouldn't be considered kidnapping."
Howard almost applauded Nakhimov's logic. According to her, if someone robs someone on the road and gets the money without stabbing the knife into the victim's body, it doesn't count as robbery, right?
"If this isn't a kidnapping, we can lay down our weapons in exchange for equality, but..." Howard pointed at Nakhimov and said, "You have to come here as a hostage... Judging from your age and the fact that you can give orders to others, you don't seem like someone who can afford to die easily."
"Sure!" Nakhimov readily agreed to the request.
"Sister, this isn't surrender. This is a negotiation to resolve the issue." Howard began to persuade the nun: "Please bear with it for a while. If we really want to strike them, perhaps the best way is to defeat them from within."
But thinking that the nun seemed to have made too many concessions because of him, Howard added: "Of course, if you decide to go to war with them here, I will support you."
"Are slaves human beings?" I didn't expect the nun to suddenly ask such a nonsensical question.
Howard was stunned at first, then surprised, and finally he laughed:
"Thank you."
So the hostages and weapons began to be handed over. The nun walked towards Nakhimov with her grenade launcher and chainsword in hand, while Nakhimov threw away his weapons and walked towards the nun with his hands raised. After the two sides met, the nun gently placed the grenade launcher and chainsword on the ground, then turned around and captured the yellow-haired girl.
"Hiss--" Nakhimov, who was caught by the nun, grimaced in pain but did not scream.
The nun then carried Nasimov back to Howard like a rabbit, and the grenade launcher and chainsword she left behind were picked up by the other slaves.
But after picking up the two weapons, the slaves showed extraordinary interest. They rushed to touch these beautiful and sophisticated weapons from the Mechanicus. Some of them breathed on the blades of the chainsaw swords, then wiped off the mist and looked at the shiny metal in fascination.
Others tapped their bolters and held them to their ears, trying to hear the resonance within the weapon.
The nun's face grew darker and darker, and she squeezed Nakhimov's hand harder and harder. Finally, Nakhimov couldn't help but yell at the people she brought with her:
"Ah, ah, ah! That's almost it! Hurry and put it away! We have something else to do."
Regardless of what business she was doing, if she continued like this, her shoulders would probably be crushed by the nun.
Those slaves actually obeyed orders. Once Nakhimov told them to put things away, they really stopped playing. They found a box, put the chainsword and grenade launcher inside, and then nailed it on the outside.
"Will you all follow me now?" asked Nakhimov.
"Yes," the nun replied, "but before that, I have something else to do."
"What's the matter?" Nakhimov asked puzzled.
"If you feel pain, you can scream," the nun said.
Then, while Nakhimov was still confused, the nun grabbed the thin girl with one hand and twisted her legs.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
Nakhimov suddenly screamed. The nun grabbed her waist and lifted her up, but her legs hung down like noodles.
"My leg! My leg!" Nakhimov's eyes were almost popping out of their pupils. "You broke it! You broke it!"
Nakhimov's screams once again aroused the fighting spirit of the surrounding slaves. They drew their weapons again, but this time they did not dare to act rashly because Nakhimov was in the hands of the nun.
"It's not broken, just dislocated." The nun looked indifferently at the girl who was shouting and adding to her own drama. "You asked us to go to your territory. What if you take advantage of the terrain and run away? As long as you are willing to cooperate, I will reconnect you when this is over."
Nakhimov's screams stopped instantly, and her thighs did not feel the expected heart-wrenching pain, but only a severe soreness and swelling at the base of her thighs.
Worried, Nasimov reached out and touched her leg again. At least she didn't feel any signs of fracture.
"Is it that serious?!" Nakhimov asked unhappily.
"Of course," the nun said. "Come on, extend your right shoulder as well."
There was another scream. Nakhimov's right shoulder was dislocated and only his left hand retained normal mobility.
Then the nun carried Nakhimov, who had completely lost his ability to move, on her shoulders and said, "Let's go."
Howard watched the whole process and sighed that the nun had really changed and become so kind.
You have to know that when she faced the Star Army who questioned her orders, she shot them to death.
If Nakhimov were in the hands of some Space Marines, he would probably be chopped into a human pig and hung on his body as a shield.
Even worse.
The nun didn't even break the human's arms or legs, but only dislocated them. This behavior was quite merciful in the empire and was far above average.