Chapter 1847

Pray for the purity of the soul, pain wash the body, both exist, where human nature lies.

In the ruins of the church, a woman in heavy armor kneels on the dusty ground praying. The statue under the decaying pillars is covered by a hood.

With the shaking of the earth, the old dome seems to have been embarrassed and heavy load, rustle down the dust and debris.

The green light flashed from time to time outside the gate, and the screams always sounded in the night. These sounds were far away and close.

The woman kneeling on the ground used to be a perfect weapon. Her hatred for the devil was burning in her chest like an eternal flame. Her armor joints were covered with red wax fixed proverb ribbons, and the iron halo on her backpack was shining.

But at this time, she left the power sword and the blaster pistol aside. She held the elbow of her left hand with her right hand, as if to prevent the strange green light from spreading on her shoulder.

A great deal of sweat slid down her forehead, the white pot lid was steaming with heat, and the pain caused psychic visions, and she was praying for the emperor's help.

It is not enough to describe her present situation when she is at the end of her tether.

But her heart of honor made her attack on those unclean things. After cutting the body of the third heavy destroyer, she was still hit by the green weapon in the arm.

A kind of cold energy began to corrode her body. She mobilized her spiritual energy to fight against it, and broke out of the enemy's line and found a church in the ruins of the city.

In fact, she did not deliberately look for it, but it seemed that she was destined to do so. She was sent here by unknowable guidance.

Outside is the army of the dead. They are also fighting against the green skins. But the battlefield is getting closer and closer here. Maybe she will be found soon.

But the nun's will and loyalty never wavered, and she prayed to the emperor as she had done in the convent on Ophelia VII.

Pray to be able to return to the battlefield and spread the emperor's glory with his own life as a chip.

This is not to fear death, but to die more gloriously, at least in the eyes of the emperor.

Maybe the prayer was really answered, maybe the sight of the fallen statue inspired her fighting spirit. With a low roar, the golden light bloomed on her left hand, and the green light melted as if the snow met the sun.

Her new skin is as delicate as a baby, and her new muscles are as strong as steel.

"Praise the emperor! Praise forever

She breathed a breath and reached for her helmet to return to the battlefield. The white mask like helmet was covered with crisscross scars, revealing a silver background of metal.

But just then, behind her, at the broken door of the church, a terrible machine floated silently in.

Its lower body looks like a squashed rugby, with a human shaped metal skeleton glued to one end, which is the upper body. It holds a huge plasma cannon in its hands, but the rhythmic green light does not shine far in the sacred courtyard.

The space destroyer found the nun kneeling in front of the statue, and rightly raised her weapon. The dark green energy began to gather.

The sound of electric current gathering awakened the woman. She could only grab the power sword and turn around. She saw the muzzle thicker than her waist was in front of her.

That rich green light ball rolling, as if the next blink of an eye, she will blow to ashes, along with the statue behind her.

This is not the death of glory in her imagination, but as the daughter of the emperor, she can only be relieved and not afraid of death.

Without blinking her eyes, she looked at the light ball which seemed to be still. A memory came to her mind, and she thought of her dead sisters and the murderer who had not been hunted down.

Time became slow, as if waiting for her next blink of an eye, the enemy's weapons will send her to the emperor.

But after all, she did not wait for the green light to be emitted. There was still one thing in normal movement in her forbidden world. It was a golden hammer wrapped with thunder, flying in the air.

After flying the plasma cannon, it slammed into the chest of the heavy destroyer.

Just a blow, accompanied by the roar of electric current, the monster that is extremely powerful for mortals is fragmented, and the debris splashes on the ruins everywhere.

There is not even an explosion, just a simple force makes the enemy unable to resist.

"That's all the fighting nuns? Staring at the enemy's muzzle in a daze? "

She heard a hoarse voice coming from the statue behind her, like the whispers of an old man in the dark. She could not tell the gender from it, nor could she hear her emotions. She could only recognize that it was an ancient language between High Gothic and low Gothic.

She began to wonder whether she was overusing her psionic powers. She heard the whispers of the demons in the subspace, but when she turned on guard, she found that it was not the devil disguised as a holy image talking to her.It's a man in armor coming out from behind the statue.

The nun had never seen such armor, half black and half yellow, and she did not think that there would be such a short friar astat.

"Who are you?"

The tall and strong woman held up her sword, the handle of which was wrapped with sacred cables and steel spikes, decorated with skeletons representing pure divinity.

"A passer-by watching the crowd." The man in black and yellow armor was about the same height as her. He completely ignored her weapon and went to the other side to pick up the hammer: "this planet seems to be very popular. I'll come to see what's going on. This abandoned city is very busy."

"Tell me who you are! Evil spirit

The fighting nun rolled back warily and picked up the shotgun from the ground. She felt the overwhelming pressure from the tiny figure in front of her.

She was not sure what the pressure was about, but she could be sure that none of the fighters she had ever seen was stronger than him. It was intuition.

It's just as strong as a devil...

"why is it evil? You don't need evidence to convict? " The figure resisted the huge hammer on his shoulder, tilted his head to look at her, and looked speechless: "which one of you is from? Be careful. I'll go to the court and see you. "

Combat nuns are known for their paranoia, because they are usually assisting in the work of the heretic court of justice, dealing with all kinds of bad elements lurking in the human Empire, demons disguised as human beings, etc.

They would suspect anyone.

But hearing the figure in front of her that she wanted to go to the heresy court, the woman relaxed a little, because the real evil spirits did not dare to get close to it. The sacred fire there would purify any heresy.

"Don't move! Face, show me your face

She moved the muzzle of the gun, motioned for the figure to take off her helmet and showed her that it was not right to meet a humanoid creature in such a ghost place.

We have to make sure that he is a demon, a spirit clan and a gene Corruptor.

However, the other side just sighed.

When he took off his helmet and revealed a face exactly the same as that of the emperor in the imperial church records, she was silly at that time.

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