Chapter 447 Encounter
After the final handover with the black ship, the strike fleet turned to their target and took the captured Tyrant's Claw with them
While the black ship remained the same A vanished dream generally disappeared on the external sensing screen of the instrument, so completely and quickly, as if this dark black ship had never existed.
The fleet's entry into the subspace was not smooth. The Geller force field on the Tyrant's Claw short-circuited due to an undetectable accident, killing hundreds of sailors on duty at the fort.
The crew of Unbound Soul were whispering while pretending to be serious, but only when the officers could not hear them.
Everyone knew what the Astartes had brought back from the Black Ship, and they all worried about it.
In the next few days, the number of people attending prayer meetings in the ship's church suddenly soared, and more hymns were played from the loudspeakers on the lower deck.
Most of the crew had never seen the Battle Sisters in person in their lives, but like every newbie in the Navy, they had heard rumors about them on several docksides in the sector - including, of course, The usual thoughts that dirty men have about these women range from obscene fantasies to distrust due to violence.
Some people say that they are like female praying mantises, feasting on men who die on their hands. Others say that their ability as bed partners is as high as their ability as soldiers, bringing destruction. He is also skilled in the art of pleasure.
All in all, the crew members were probably as fearful of the nuns as they were delusional about them.
But for Soshyan, these ladies with fanatical faith and loyalty to the Emperor were indeed a minor trouble.
After all, the Astral Knights still have some secrets that are not suitable for outsiders to know.
Fortunately, the nuns did not seem to have any intention of running around. They only wanted a cabin on the upper deck as a foothold. In view of the fact that their armor and weapons had suffered a certain amount of damage in the previous battle, Soshyan He also provided them with his own private armed room as a place for preparation.
Of course, this also includes the cabin for cleaning.
Unlike before, in the steamy bathroom at this moment, a graceful female body was vaguely reflected in the thick glass cover.
The snow-white and translucent skin is like a clear gem. Under the elegant and slender snow neck like a white swan are the well-defined shoulders. From the chest and abdomen full of strength and beauty, there are powerful and round thighs, and below that are The slender white calves, the high arches of the feet and the slender ankles form a graceful arc, and the small white toes are pressed together, making them appear agile and dignified.
Absolutely no man would have imagined that such a body could defeat the powerful Astartes not long ago.
After bathing, Adriana Velez first wiped her wet body with a bath towel, then wiped her short hair, then picked up a robe in front of the floor-length mirror and fastened the buttons on her chest one by one. , covering the skin below the neck.
Her movements are clean yet elegant. Even if she is alone in the room, she has a strange sense of nobility.
Unlike most nuns selected from the orphanage, she comes from a noble family in the hive city. The family has always had a deep connection with the state religion. From her childhood, she has been deeply influenced by the state religion. She was educated and determined to become a battle nun at the age of 14.
Her armor and weapons were still receiving the blessings of the Mechanicus, and in the meantime she planned to go to the church to pray - something she had always done.
Five minutes later, she arrived at the church on the upper deck, which is usually where the Astartes confess, but now they are all preparing for war, and Priest Yazdan is not here either.
This actually made her feel more comfortable.
From his commanding height, the human emperor looked down at Milia, who was kneeling on the ground.
His unwavering gaze penetrated the woman wearing a light gray robe, and from time to time, the bright jade-white skin after bathing could be seen faintly emerging from under the clothes.
She dropped to her knees, pressed against the rough stone floor of the church.
Adrianna Velez has always believed that she is defined by the Emperor's eternal sight: whatever she is, she serves in His name.
The nun's lips murmured a whisper, and the Prayer of the Holy Directors poured out of her mouth like a low waterfall. These words were almost a part of her. To recite them, just follow It's just as easy to breathe.
When she reached the climactic declaration, she felt the warm core of justice taking root in her heart, just as she had felt since she had taken off her novice robe and sworn her vows.
Then she allowed herself to look up at Him—an action Adriana Velez saw as her reward. Her eyes swept across the altar, savoring the majesty of the golden statue.
The sight of the God-Emperor came from behind His encircling hands and the hilt of the flaming giant sword. On His left shoulder stood Saint Celestine. The saint's hands held two stone carved doves. , as if she were offering them.
On the right shoulder is St. Catherine. The face of this saint has irrepressible majesty.
The armor worn by the stone saint is different in form from that worn by Adrianna Velez, but has the same function.
While thinking this, she looked at His portrait.
She met His eyes and imagined that on the distant Holy Terra, the Lord of Mankind had bestowed upon her an infinitesimal portion of His divine attention, willing her to continue to complete the latest project with His blessing. A task.
Adrienne Velez folded her hands on her chest, forming the symbol of the Imperial double-headed eagle.
“In your holy name.”
She cried out:
“In the service of your light, grant me guidance and strength. Please let me Know where the wizards and heretics are, and reveal them to me."
She leaned in again.
"Let me act on your behalf and rid the galaxy of humanity's enemies."
About half an hour later, Adrianna Velez stood up from where she was kneeling.
She noticed that there was a side door in the main hall of the church, and it was slightly open. Apparently there were people inside.
Who will be in the church at this time?
With a kind of curiosity that she had never had before, she walked over carefully and looked inside.
At this time, a miniature chapel was made of steel. The bulkheads were covered with prayers. The biochemical fluorescent strips in the center of the room revealed a weak yellow light. A tall figure stood tall. in it.
He has a heroic face. Under the dim light, his frozen face is as firm and unwavering as marble. His dark eyes are like the endless deep void outside the ship, in which there is not a trace. The light was so bright that Velez felt like his soul was trapped in it.
What he faced was a small emperor sculpture. The shape was the same as the outside, but it was very simple and without much decoration.
Silence surrounded the room.
Blinking, she was slightly surprised that Soshyan was here.
She observed the Chapter Leader for a few minutes and found that he was as motionless as a javelin, not even blinking his eyelids.
This gesture confused her, because no matter what kind of prayer it was, it should not be like this. He gave her the feeling more like-
In a daze?
Just when she thought of this, the other party's head suddenly turned to her position.
"Is something okay, Sister Adriana Velez."
(End of Chapter)