God Emperor’s Angel of Death

After the final handover with the black ship, the strike fleet turned to their target and took the captured Tyrant’s Claw

and the black ship It is like a dream that has disappeared on the external screen of the instrument, so thoroughly and quickly, as if this dark ship never existed.

When the fleet entered the subspace, the Geller force field on the Tyrant’s Claw was short-circuited, killing hundreds of sailors on duty at the fort.

The crew of the Unbound Soul was whispering while pretending to be serious, but it was limited to occasions that the officers could not hear.

Everyone knows what Astarte brought back from the black ship, and all of them are worried about it.

In the next few days, the number of people attending prayer meetings in the church on the ship suddenly soared, and the number of chants played by the broadcaster on the lower deck also increased.

Most of the crew members have never seen the fighting nuns in their lives, but like every navy rookie, they have heard their rumors on the piers in several local regions-which naturally also includes There are common thoughts that nasty men have about these women, ranging from filthy fantasies to mistrust due to violence.

Some people say that they are like female praying mantises, who will kill the men on their hands. Others say that their ability to be bed partners is as high as they are soldiers, bringing destruction. At the same time, he is also good at pleasure.

In short, the crew's fear of the nuns is probably no less than their delusion.

But for Soshian, these ladies who have fanatical beliefs and loyalty to the God Emperor are indeed a trouble for neither too big nor too small.

After all, Astral Knight still has a little secret that is not suitable for outsiders to know.

Fortunately, the nuns didn’t seem to have the idea of ​​running around. They only needed a cabin on the upper deck as a foothold. Considering that their armor and weapons were somewhat worn out in previous battles, Soshian also Provide them with their own private armed room as a place for maintenance.

Of course, it also includes cleaning cabins.

Different from the past, a lithe and graceful female body is faintly reflected in the thick glass cover in the steam-filled bathroom at this moment.

The white and translucent skin is like a crystal-clear gem. Under the elegant and slender snow neck like a white swan, there are shoulders with distinct lines, and the chest and abdomen full of power and beauty are down to the sleeve length. On the thighs and down there are slender and white calves. The high arches of the feet and the slender ankles form a graceful arc. The small white toes are close together, appearing smart and dignified.

No man would have imagined that such a body could defeat the mighty Astart not long ago.

After taking a bath, Adriana Willets first wiped her wet body with a bath towel, then wiped her short hair, and then picked up a robe against the floor mirror, and tied her chest piece by piece. Buttons cover the skin below the neck.

Her movements are clean but elegant, even if she is alone in the room, she has a strange nobility.

Different from most nuns who are selected from the orphanage, she comes from a noble family in the nest capital. The family until now has a deep connection with the state religion. She has been deeply affected by the state religion since her childhood. At the age of 14, she aspired to become a fighting nun.

Her armor and weapons are still receiving the blessing of the mechanical priest. During this time, she plans to go to church to pray-this is her habit until now.

Five minutes later, she came to the church on the upper deck, which is usually the place where the Astartes confessed, but now they are all in a state of preparation, and the priest Yazdan is not here either.

This makes her seem more at ease instead.

From the vantage point where he was, the human God Emperor looked down at Miria who was kneeling on the ground.

His unwavering gaze penetrated the woman in the light gray robe, and under the clothes, she could see the bright white jade skin faintly emerging after the bath.

She knelt on her knees and pressed against the rough stone floor of the church.

Adriana Willets has always believed that she is defined by the eternal sight of the God Emperor: no matter what she is, she serves in his name.

The nun’s lips murmured and whispered, and the prayers of the Holy Guide came out of her mouth like a low-pitched waterfall. These words and sentences can be said to be part of her. Just recite It's as easy as breathing.

When it came to the climax of the declaration, she felt that the warm core of justice took root in her heart, just as she had always felt since she took off her apprentice robe and swore an oath .

After that, she allowed herself to look up at him-Adriana Willets saw this action as a reward for herself.

Her eyes swept across the altar, savoring the majesty of the golden statue.

Divine Sovereign’s gaze came from behind his surrounding hands and the burning giant sword hilt. On his left shoulder stood Saint Celestine, who held two stone sculptures in both hands. The pigeons, as if she was offering them.

On the right shoulder is Saint Catherine, the face of the Saint has uncontrollable majesty.

The armor worn by the stone sculpture Saint is different in form from the armor worn by Adriana Willets, but has the same function.

Thinking this way, she looked towards His portrait.

She stared at his eyes, and imagined that on the distant Holy Terra, the Lord of Mankind gave her an infinitely small part of his divine attention, and preferred that she took him with him. Blessings continue to complete the latest task.

Adriana Willets' hands overlapped on her chest, showing the symbol of the Imperium double-headed eagle.

"In your holy name."

She loudly said:

"In the service of light to you, please give me guidance and strength. Please let me know where the wizards and heretics are, and expose them to me."

She leaned over again.

"Let me do something for you, so that the galaxy will no longer have human enemies."

About half an hour later, Adriana Willets was kneeling from where she was. Get up.

She noticed that there was also a side door in the main hall of the church, and it was slightly open, obviously there were people inside.

Who will be in the church at this time?

With a kind of curiosity that she didn't have in the past, she walked over carefully, and then looked inside.

At this time, a miniature small sect hall is made of steel. The bulkhead is covered with prayers. The biochemical fluorescent strips in the center of the room show weak yellow light. A tall body The shape stands in it.

He has a heroic face. Under the dim light, his solidified face is as firm and unwavering as marble, and his dark eyes are like the endless and deep void outside of the ship. A ray of light made Willetts feel that his soul was trapped in it.

And what he is facing is a small God Emperor sculpture, the shape is the same as the outside, but it is very simple, without much decoration.

Silently surround the room.

Blinking, Soshian surprised her a little here.

She observed this Chapter for a few minutes and found that the other party was motionless, like a javelin, without even blinking her eyelids.

This gesture puzzled her, because no matter what kind of prayer it shouldn’t be, he felt more like—

in a daze?

Just thinking of this, the other party's head suddenly turned to her position.

"What's the matter, Sister Adriana Willets."