Chapter 341 The KPI champion of 999.M41 is!
"Blasphemy!!" Once again, feverish rage reignited at what he had confirmed, Caleb turned around with the intention of telling Geratos what he had discovered and letting the man who should have settled the battle The priest was with him——
The ruby eyepieces under the black helmet with the church cross flashed rapidly.
The ending scene of another battle presented to Caleb was consistent with what he imagined. The wizard was beheaded or shot by Geratos in the name of the divine wrath of the God Emperor and then burned in public. The unclean residue...
Completely different.
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When the former imperial regent left the trembling agent behind and walked out of the inner room, he just glanced at it and took in all the scenes.
The Black Templars Chapter has no Emperor's Champion.
Oh, Magna, little Magna, they are indeed busy with various affairs and have taught Magna too well and too lack of social experience. After all, there are no "mortals" on the Iron Blood. "Social University" can be used for the new master control machine soul to study, and Lamizane...
But what can be done? The old man shook his head and sighed, completely ignoring the priest's scepter that Geratos hit on his head (again) and the witch-hunting bombs that were aimed at his vital points in a fan shape - these precious bullets were dropped by the Black Templar. Made of metal fragments from the swords of our battle brothers, and prayed and blessed by the most devout Ecclesiarchs, each Witch Hunting Bomb possesses an incredible and fatal blessing: they can hit the wizard's heart accurately and directly. .
Usually, this is the case, without exception -
Then these precious, powerful, pure and consecrated weapons all dropped their warheads under the roar of the priest and the incredible eyes of the launcher. .
It's like paying tribute or surrender - no, no, these sacred weapons were forced to surrender by this heretical wizard who should be damned to be burned in the stars!
Such a powerful power of blasphemy! !
Those who can purify it will be saved and blessed by the God Emperor!
No matter the difficulties or obstacles, Black Templar accepts all challenges! Never back down!
Every Black Templar warrior who was ready to abandon the wizard ignited an unprecedented fighting spirit, just as they rushed forward.
The old man in the robe nodded.
"Very good, it seems that this is the solution that is delivered to your door. On behalf of myself, I would like to thank you for your efforts."
He raised an old and skinny palm, ignoring the almost touching to his hooded clerical scepter.
Then the eyes of all creatures observing this unexpected event in the light or darkness, or by any direct or indirect means, received a precise psychic impact.
They all fainted, and a beastman intelligence dealer fell from the ceiling and turned into a pool of fur, fabric, mechanical implants and flesh, while the central fortress and various control rooms at the bottom of the fortress People were also annoyed to find that all the sensors in this area were disabled.
Makado tightened his fingers and turned his hands into fists.
The four believers were imprisoned in place by invisible forces, maintaining their charging or shooting movements, while Geratos was lifted up in a lifelike posture as he jumped up and smashed down.
Only their flashing eyepieces and the bulging muscles under their power armor mean that they have not actually lost consciousness.
The old man's eyes turned to Lord Kaleb, who was looking here.
After meeting and crossing the latter's line of sight, he looked at Magna and waved to him.
"Come here, child."
Caleb and Geratos simultaneously made hateful accusations against the unclean wizard, but Caleb found that he was also affected by the other's witchcraft. Imprisoned.
But this is impossible, especially for Geratos. The rosary and reliquary around his waist are still intact, and Caleb’s own holy relics and pure scriptures are still visible through his The power armor was giving him the blessing of the God Emperor.
The former regent clapped his hands, a faint clap echoing softly in the now deserted corridor. "Okay, everyone, we can finally stand together quietly, and let's take a look at what happened? I don't think my companions will deliberately provoke this unnecessary battle in the first place."
"Shut up! You heretic who deserves to be abandoned! A wizard who colludes with the devil!" Geratos's curse made Malcador shake his head, while Magna was a little agitated. He anxiously gestured to the old man a few times, and at the same time typed a dense vocabulary in his built-in channel to describe the whole story.
At this time Caleb realized that this alien that had never made a sound from beginning to end might indeed not be able to speak. Was it because he was a servant who had his vocal organs removed?
The ruby eyepiece of the Black Templar showed the face of this wizard under the hood. It was very... ordinary, without any known symptoms of pollution or the common mutations and distortions of those who colluded with demons.
"I see. It seems that things are not always going to be smooth sailing, that's fine." He turned to Caleb, his sharp eyes seeming to be able to see his face clearly through the Crusader's black helmet.
"First of all, I think there is still a necessary procedure to explain that we are honest and law-abiding members of the Rogue Trader Dynasty that fully comply with all the regulations of the empire." This hateful wizard looked at Caleb and Jay at the same time. Latos nodded.
"The Rogue Trader Dynasty is incompatible with the series of adjectives you used before, heresy." The castle owner's already quite calm voice came out from behind his loudspeaker grille, while still trying to use fanaticism The prayers and confessions are in stark contrast to the priests who vow to free themselves from imprisonment.
"Really?" The old man touched his thin clerical robe, which seemed to be unable to hide anything. Perhaps he was about to start releasing his blasphemous items as a prelude to the corruption ritual——
A roll of parchment with an unusually beautiful binding. The moment he saw it, Caleb felt a feeling in his heart that could only be experienced when viewing the most sacred relics of the Chapter or undergoing the most rigorous penance. I was filled with that strange, sacred, transcendent feeling I only had in the last days.
"What was that?" The priest's curses stopped, and the voice coming out of the sermon loudspeaker was unsteady, and Caleb realized that Geratos might be shaking. "God-Emperor and Dorne! What is that?!"
"Our Rogue Trader Permit." The old man calmly unfolded the legal document signed in the ancient Gothic language of thousands of years ago on their In front of them, when they saw the sacred signature at the end and a drop of blood on it, the Black Templars let out indescribable fervent prayers.
Makado frowned.
"I think the fact that it appears so calmly in my hands is proof of our loyalty. As you can see, it was signed by the man on the throne of Terra himself." As he After putting it away again, Black Templar's attitude softened slightly.
“But it could also be a fake, and this is an illusion given to us all by you, a devil-collaborator.”
"Oh? You claim to be the most pious and pure warriors. Could it be that what you just felt can deceive your own hearts? Sons of Dorne."
Magna excitedly began to circle around the Black Saint The dons walked around and reached out to touch them - earning more curses and insults from each other.
"I have a question." Caleb stared closely at the mysterious wizard under the Rogue Trader, "What does your alien servant have to do with the Imperial Fists?"
The old man raised an eyebrow and was about to reply with some clever words.
Magna Dorn on the side suddenly shook her head as if enlightened, and ran to them enthusiastically.
"Hell... Magna! Wait...! No..."
The moment the illusion camouflage is lifted.
The Black Templars let out horrifying howls as if they were witnessing the death of a god.
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The other side of the curtain.
The indescribable outer wall of the Crystal Maze began to multiply exponentially toward where the other three existed.
(End of this chapter)