Chapter 533 Surprise!-
When Genevieve closed her jetpack, landed lightly in front of the gloomy door of the monastery crypt, and pressed her hand on the heavy and delicate "I"-shaped genetic code lock key, she His mood was not as appreciative as that of Archdeacon Mendazus, nor was it full of twisted and weird ecstasy like Deacon Walter in front of him.
Yes, although the Monastery of the Abyss was in the catacombs of the Sanctuary of Santa Morica, and she had known since she was a child that it had always been there.
But even at this critical moment, she still couldn't hide her disgust for this place as perfectly as her sister Eleanor.
Perhaps this is why among the twins, Eleanor has always been the more determined, more decisive, and more appreciated by the Archdeacon, while Genevieve, as her oath-sworn Sister, leads the Seraphs to guard the land around here—— As for Genevieve herself, she is more willing to rush forward. Why did Cardinal Subara's prophecy back then specify that the twin girls would become the nuns to guard here? But no one could answer the questions in her mind, and the cardinal himself was long dead.
The deacon loudly recited verses of confession of sins and praise of the glory of the God-Emperor, while using a sprinkler made of silver and horsehair, he evenly sprinkled holy water on the lamb that slowly emerged from the doorway at his feet and passed slowly. On the group.
"...I have no intention of interrupting the ceremony, Steward, but could you please make them move faster? The battle is urgent in front of our defensive wall."
She quietly moved the heel of her combat boots by half a centimeter uneasily. Her cherubim noticed her uneasiness. Before she spoke, she thoughtfully lowered her height and leaned over. It flapped its wings and began to move the incense burner it was holding toward her. Swinging here, the incense somehow covered up some of the smell, and Genevieve was grateful at the moment.
Deacon Walter did not pay much attention to the change in the mood of the Sister of the Oath. He was full of joy and curled his moist lips, revealing to Genevieve that he had become a child due to long years of managing the lambs underground and as a result of penance. The rotten black teeth and receding gums - which can be said to be mutually confirmed with the white robe on his body that was repeatedly soaked with sweat and turned into a dark yellow - at least Deacon Walter seems to be really devout and serious about loving him. This responsibility was handed over.
"Don't worry, sister nun," he said, wearing black goggles, because he spent many years in seclusion in the catacombs with his flock, so even the sunlight of Cadia, now obscured by the gunpowder smoke, had no effect on him. It’s too dazzling to say, “These sinful lambs are starting their journey The sins must be brought to the designated location well before atonement, otherwise their charge lines will become too messy and intertwined after a while, and they will attack any living creature around them, so if there is no guidance, it may lead to cannibalism, which is not helpful to us. The goal of atonement ”
Genevieve closed her mouth and slightly opened up some space in the passage - she had seen that behind the heretics, traitors and deserters who had recently been thrown here to atone for their sins and whose bodies still had fresh suture marks, are some of the abominations who have been here longer Ascetics, what they have in common with the former is that they are all in ragged clothes and wearing tattered shrouds, and the ends of many lambs' limbs have been cut off and inserted with chain saw blades, electric flails or other jihadists of the state religion. Favorite weapon——
They all wore the same canvas hoods as their shepherd deacons, but what was different was that she could see unopened reinforced eyepieces bolted directly to their skulls, as well as mind-control headbands. The hoop allowed the lobotomized lambs to maintain a certain quietness and order before the charge of atonement was launched, and Genevieve frowned slightly without realizing it.
The furrow in her brow reached its deepest point when she saw the member at the end of the team.
After the ascetic sheep, whose limbs were twisted and deformed due to old age or the moisture and mold of the tomb, and whose flesh turned red, white, and rotted, twisted and crawled over on all fours, the heavy armor of the Atonement Mecha The sound of metal walking feet on the ground and the stench rushed out of the tomb's door, which has never been exposed to sunlight all year round.
The naked bodies of heretics and deserters were hung among the messy cables and chains. Most of them only had the upper half of their heads connected to the fire control auxiliary system by cables through metal masks nailed into the skull. Chemical syringes were also connected to the cables. It was implanted into the spines of these lambs who committed heresy and escape crimes, and it continuously circulated in their cerebral cortex and consciousness to remind them of the crimes they had committed, and to remind them to rush towards the target for this purpose. target, seeking redemption; and finally, the procession of pilots buried within the metal confinement of the Ascetic mecha, buried by an eternal infusion of intensifying potions of neurological torment and self-loathing, even while so meekly expelled, from which The trembling limbs of the torture-like mecha equipped with a flamethrower, the nails driven into the bones, and the terrible pain transmitted to Genevieve by the squeaking pistons also made her hair stand on end.
All these entities breathing heavily, drooling, and crawling slowly on the ground are exactly the lambs that Deacon Walter said he was caring for for the Holy Established Church and the Sisters of Martyred Ladies, the ascetic dependents he managed, and he was satisfied look at them , so Deacon Walter used a deliberately prolonged hymn tone as the end of the sprinkling of holy water ceremony, chanting, "My sheep, today is the precious and glorious Day of Atonement for those who have sinned deeply."
"We'd better hurry up, Deacon." Even though she warned herself that these were heretics, criminals, cowardly deserters, scum, and that this was the penance they deserved for the sins they had committed, Genevieve could no longer endure it. No longer able to go down, she tightened her face and stretched out her hand, "They shouldn't be activated now, right? Give me the controller, and then we will attack."
He carefully picked up a brass box from the plate held by the servitor beside him, and kissed the seal on it religiously before handing it to her, and then told her how to use this thing, "Once Turn on the key, and the control headband on their head will stimulate their brains, and they will immediately start attacking and charging, not caring what is in front of them. ”
"Then how do we guide them...to attack the specific targets we need?"
"That's right, sisters, the command is 'KILL! KILL! KILL! (KILL! KILL! KILL!)', and you also need this." Deacon Walter grinned, sincerely thinking that these lambs were about to be redeemed. moments of joy transfigured from him With a flash of joy on his face, he handed Genevieve a pendant with the emperor's sacred name engraved on it, "Hang it and they won't attack you. What a holy and glorious day! Let us praise loudly The golden divine man on the throne!”
His piety comes from the heart, "In the history of Cadia, the lambs of the monastery have only had two opportunities to atone for their sins. This time..."
"Thank you for your service, Brother Deacon, let us end the blasphemy of the enemy." Genevieve interrupted him, put on the pendant, and asked the remaining eighteen Seraph Sisters around her to prepare - —After these lambs complete their atoning charge and weaken the enemy with their own flesh and blood, it’s their turn. Although Eleanor may not agree, Genevieve longs for it - she longs to sing the Emperor's name, fly high, fly, hold a sharp sword and pounce on the man who can be seen now as long as he looks back. The red figure between heaven and earth - receiving from him the sacred sacrifice that he had prepared for his whole life.
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"What you just said sounded nice. Aren't you worried about what will happen here after you fail to stop his killing?"
The War Blacksmith grunted and grabbed the Potion Master's right arm, inserting it like a key into a specially reserved port on one of their Brutal Blades. The majestic main gun of this ancient behemoth was now covered by a huge drill and It was replaced by an iron ball that demolished the building. It looked very aggrieved and angry - strange, why did he think so? ——But the next second, the skin on Honso's shining silver arm began to vibrate, and at the same time, the metal on the Brutal Blade turret began to resonate with it, and as the resonance frequency reached a certain consistent level After that, Honso stared at the eyepiece On the appearance and structure diagram of a twin-mounted vacuum accelerating cannon that had just been input, he began to focus desperately on transferring this extremely complicated drawing to his arm, and then followed the strange contact feeling on his arm to find a way to "transmit it" Go to the turret.
Here is father's Reka coffee cup! This was much harder than he thought! But Honso will not lose! He will prove it to any Iron Warrior! He, Honso, is the best, strongest, and smartest son among the Iron Warriors!
"Uh huh huh... That's not because of you..." The potion master, whose brain power was mostly occupied, responded to his peers' questions through his teeth.
"Okay, even if I am here to help you hold him down, but even if you have an unimaginable way to restore such a powerful force to his precious rationality, then how are you going to convince the group of fanatical believers in front of us not to continue attacking him? Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Battle Sisters and Ecclesiastes are sometimes much more stubborn than Brother Astartes.”
"Well... then you still have to be here..." The Potion Master rolled his eyes. It was obvious that he was having a hard time reproducing the cannon blueprint designed by an otherworldly brain at high speed.
"You...I know it's a bit difficult to repair this cannon, but fortunately you only need to load the data once for each type of weapon, and they will arrange it themselves when encountering repeated situations. Okay. We'd better get rid of my boys and the Guard's vehicles before he destroys everything he can."
they.
The Potion Master blinked and felt the numb and strange touch of countless extremely fine limb tips passing over his metal skin. A wave of goosebumps started from his arms and climbed up his spine to his scalp.
But at the same time, he also saw that his efforts were bearing fruit. The drill bit and the demolition iron ball were melting, merging, and flowing strangely, and began to shape the shape of a brand new twin vacuum accelerating cannon.
Obviously this was not a casting technique known to mankind, let alone legal and reasonable. He once again suspected that he had agreed to cooperate with this old man who magically should not be here at a glance, and based on this, he planned the Thirteenth Was the Primarch's journey of relaxation a little too trusting? But at this moment, in this situation, even if the partner who provided help in times of need was to drink a dove to quench his thirst, he had to let Hong Suo quench his thirst first before talking about detoxification.
Moreover, this old guy himself was so weird that he couldn't stop his pharmacist heart... He followed him to the next vehicle waiting to be transformed into a weapon.
"Tell me more about your current physical condition, Barabas."
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anger.
anger.
Burn everything.
In the face of such a raging, wild, and instinctive primitive fire, there is no difference between a planetary governor and a poor child from the bottom of the nest. The void whale and the phage will be burned equally. Everything will be equally ushered in. The end when the vast power destroys all living things and the galaxy——
A roar like a pack of beasts was like a cauldron of evil spirits breaking through the gates of hell, causing the amber eyes of the Thirteenth Primarch standing on the ruins of the last Skull Master to turn towards the direction of the temple gate.
He saw it.
What...what painful and tortured people!
Even though they had fought against Chaos Demons nine thousand years ago, witnessed the terror brought by Lorgar, and had penetrated deeply into the desecrated and corrupted palace of the Emperor's Pride, these people still looked miserable and painful. The Connaught and Euton child in him was shaken.
Through the orange-red vision as if he were standing in the burning core of a star or in the center of the flames of hell, the Thirteenth Primarch saw these souls crying and praying, running towards him, their hands held high towards him. , as if he is their only salvation.
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Genevieve was flying in the sky, looking at the 650 pairs of illuminated enhanced goggles below: those were 650 pairs of scarlet eyes, without reason, only endless torture, repentance and pain.
She looked at the sheep whose frontal lobes had been removed and seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then they all rushed towards the most eye-catching red presence on the battlefield.
The biggest heretic who had previously rushed into the battlefield, killed their enemies and took his place, the fog on his body had dispersed into the wind, and now she could see the sinful appearance of this big demon more clearly: Wen Man The face with heretical writing and the black sharp horns growing on his forehead make his handsome face look solemn...no, it looks more and more monstrous and twisted! The blasphemous scriptures of heresy were wrapped around his limbs and waist, making a sound against the foehn wind on the battlefield. His limbs were toned and elegant... O God Emperor! She didn't mean it!
"Grand Sister!" Senior Sister Navatri exclaimed in the air slightly below her, "Look!"
She followed the sound.
"Oh! God-Emperor! You bring us a sign of victory!"
She took the lead in singing happily. In front of her sight, the crazy attack of the Penancer and the Atoner completely enveloped the weird demon from all directions. Everyone could only see the saw blades raised and dropped. , the reflection of flails, and the glow of heavy bolters and flamethrower fire.
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They needed him to bring them salvation and peace.
For some reason, immersed in the amber vision, no one said this to him, nor did he hear any sound in the physical sense, but Robert Mercurius Guilliman was sure of it.
He looked down at the person who was beating his power armor with a circular saw and an electric flail that replaced his hands. This was a young woman. Her mind had no rational thinking and was full of fear and pain. Her weakness was It was infinitely magnified and looped to torture her, and she was in hell: a spiral hell of guilt and self-blame that she could not get out of, but could not get repentance or enlightenment.
But should he kill such a miserable man? Was he right to do this? He heard intermittent conversations that seemed to come from somewhere.
Connaught's son listened intently.
"...Isn't the recent Reka coffee a bit off-flavored? I always feel that the aroma is gone, and it seems like it has been drunk even though it has just been brewed... Alas, in short, be kind and be kind... after all He is the son of what they consider a "god" and the emperor's biological son. Judging from the reaction of the young priest at that time, for this kind of state religion believer, being killed by Guilliman himself is definitely considered as liberation and atonement. It can even be said that it is No reward is too great..."
Is that so?
He looked at his hands thoughtfully, not caring at all about the painful attacks that chopped, cut, shot and burned him - he was powerful now, and he knew that as long as he didn't listen to Connaught, If the son comes to pass, he will always be so powerful, or even stronger.
Want to listen?
Connor's son rolled his eyes again, looking at the people surrounding him.
They were crazy and in pain, but he also "saw" the pleading expressions on their faces, which were twisted like beasts.
Guilliman raised his hands with a slight sigh.
(End of chapter)