Chapter 1869

In the small room, the topic gradually became relaxed, and they no longer talked about the future and goals, but talked about music.

The life in the monastery is pure and regular. In the leisure events of training combat skills, the fighting nuns will also have some other courses to serve their future actions.

For example, music and art, dance and food, all of which have something in common - they all involve pleasure.

Pleasure is the source of depravity. If the fighting nuns can't understand why some of the targets to be purified have fallen, it is difficult to eradicate them.

But music is also a very dangerous course. A good friend of eifilar was attracted by lust in the holy monastery because of his excessive enjoyment in learning music. He became a twisted organ with crooked head and body full of all kinds of carnal desires, which only gave out temptation and groaning.

She had been lurking in the monastery in human form, spreading chaos and corruption, luring others into depravity, and she lived in the room opposite the door of eifilar, until she noticed the clues and informed the judge to come.

If it had not been for ephrail's Psychic Protection and strong will, he would have been corrupted in his daily relationship with demons.

In the end, there was nothing to say. The judge found her. She appeared in full view of the public. She was then killed and purified by the sisters with flamethrowers.

It was at that time that effilar realized that the depravity of chaos had never been far away from human beings, and that if one was not careful, he would become a demon.

The man-made atmosphere of Ophelia No. 7 could not block the evil gods, and the void shield of the holy monastery could not isolate the influence of subspace. If you think about it, it may be over.

She is now talking about music with the death knell, in fact, about how unclean music corrupts people.

"When dealing with noise fighters, we sing hymns so that their psionic noise doesn't affect our minds." She talked about her experience in dealing with chaos, with a nostalgic expression on her face, as if she was recalling a good day when she and her sisters had killed evil spirits together.

She sang a little more, which is actually the same set of prayer words of "the emperor's lightning comes and goes in the wind and rain, and saves the clouds and clouds of life" with an aria.

"It's hard to feel short of breath when you chop people up at the same time?" Su Ming's perspective is very clear. He asked a very embarrassing question. Experienced soldiers will definitely take advantage of their breath, which is a huge flaw.

The nun who ate the biscuit rolled her eyes, although it was really a problem: "noise fighters rarely fight hand to hand. As long as they can fight against their psionic noise and acoustic weapons, the benefits are more than the disadvantages."

"I'll teach you a simple one. Anyway, you only need to fight against noise, so you should also use noise." Su Ming winked at her and said, "my song is not only very easy to sing, but you can definitely blow the heads of noise fighters with psionic powers."

"Oh? Really? " The nun blinked with curiosity.

Su Ming smiles, takes a deep breath and starts singing: "chicken, you are so beautiful, eh! baby！ Chicken, you are so beautiful...

"no! Stop it

The nun covered her ears. She had never heard such a strange tune and the lyrics full of greasy feeling. It was like the cry of a person who tumbled in pain after falling into a pool of thick and rotten liquid.

Before she heard that, she felt like her head was going to explode.

Su Ming smiles. He pushes all the snacks in front of him to the nun. He stands up and does a leg clamping action: "OK, no more singing. These are all for you. I'll go out and solve my physiological needs."

The nun who covered her ears didn't hear what he said, but she also understood the action. She said that she didn't need to tell her about it. She didn't care about going to the toilet.

Besides, his strength is so strong, and the relay station is surrounded by friendly forces. The starfighters have begun to purify the battlefield. There will be no danger.

Have another piece of chocolate.

a dark green steel giant is moving in the relay tower. He holds a torch gun and cleans up the green meat in the corridor. Of course, the body fragments of the defenders who once stationed here are no longer separated from the green skins, so they can only be burned together.

This is a necessary job, and generally such a monotonous and tedious task would be carried out by recruits like him.

In fact, it's not so new. Most of the newest recruits in the regiment will be assigned to the investigation company. Under the leadership of the veteran sergeant, they will do the most dangerous tasks. They will only be equipped with the lightest scout power armour, and they will not have heavy weapons.

After these tests of life and death, recruits are assigned to regular companies and become members of tactical or shock teams.

There are a lot of starfighters who use jet packs in the Holy Blood Angel battle group. They always shout the battle roar from the sky and jump into the enemy's pile for a while.But dark angels, also known as angels, don't like flying much. They prefer deliberate and steady fighting strategies.

The unknown starfighter meticulously pulled the trigger of the flamethrower, lit a pile of green meat, enduring the pungent odor.

Next, he is going to clean up the strike elevator and let the technical sergeant repair it after a short fight.

But at this time, his light to see the dark corridor, a figure in the distance quickly flashed by, and the figure, as if it was a little green?

"Who's there?"

He immediately turned the flamethrower around and walked cautiously over there, thinking that he might have found the fish that had escaped the net.

In the name of the emperor, alien monsters must die!

No one answered, but he heard the squeak. It was a kind of zizizigo that green skin often liked to raise. It was raised to listen to the sound.

Dirty fun.

He was more sure of his ideas and strode to the end of the corridor over there. The single green skin was definitely not his opponent. He was very confident.

In the dark corridor, only the small flame of the muzzle of the jet is illuminated. Every time we go further, the darkness behind us will follow up like a maggot with bones.

The sound of heavy metal reverberated in the corridor, and at the same time, nagogo screamed louder.

All of a sudden, the sound stopped, as if the dirty pet had been covered or strangled.

The soldiers know that there is green skin still hiding in the tower, but also want to avoid their own search.

What a ridiculous reaction. There are less than 100 rooms on each floor of the tower. Where can he hide?

Even if it is a short sound, the Star Warrior can also lock your position!

"For the emperor!"

The recruits rushed up in great strides. The power armour clanged, and he slammed open a door!

It turned out that the room was empty, with only one jar in the middle. There was a Scotch alive, but his mouth was blocked by a piece of gravel.

"No!"

When he realized something and turned around in a hurry...

a dark figure suddenly fell from the ceiling of the door. In mid air, a large clump of dark tentacles gushed out of the shadow and swallowed the star soldiers.

Weapons, power armour, and people were all wrapped up in a package of thin films produced by tentacles. With a strong twist, they were all squeezed into soup and crumbs, wrapped and digested.

"Read the memory, extract the genes, simulate, and then we'll go to a wolf pack and screen and compare the similarities in their gene seeds. The universe will not forget their dedication."

"Hum!"

After the silent communication, the shadow melts into the darkness and takes away the Scrooge jar. Everything is calm again, as if no one has ever been here.

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