After the final handover with the black ships, the strike fleet turned towards their target, taking with them the captured Tyrant's Claw
The black ship disappeared from the external screen of the instrument like a vanished dream, so completely and quickly, as if this dark black ship had never existed.
The fleet's entry into 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 were 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, naturally, stories of nasty men doing things to these women.
Some of the common thoughts range from vile fantasies to mistrust due to violence.
Some say they are like female praying mantises, feasting on men who die on their hands. Others say they are as good as bed partners as they are soldiers, bringing destruction as well as pleasure.
road.
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 are indeed a minor trouble.
After all, the Astral Knights still have some secrets that are not suitable for outsiders to know.
Fortunately, the nuns didn't 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 wear and tear in previous battles, Soshyan also used his personal armed forces.
The room is provided as a place for them to prepare.
Of course, this also includes cleaning cabins.
Different from the past, 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 could have imagined that such a body could defeat the powerful Astartes not long ago.
After taking a shower, 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, fastened the buttons on her chest one by one, covering her hair below the neck.
skin.
Her movements are clean and neat yet elegant. Even if she is alone in the room, she has a strange sense of nobility.
Unlike most nuns who were selected from the orphanage, she came from a noble family in the hive city. The family has always had a deep connection with the state religion. From an early age, she was deeply influenced by the state religion, and at the age of 14
Determined to become a battle nun.
Her armor and weapons were still being blessed by the Mechanicus Priest, and during this time, she planned to go to the church to pray - a habit she had always had.
Five minutes later, she arrived at the church on the upper deck, which was usually the place where the Astartes confessed, but now they were all preparing for war, and Priest Yazdan was 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 who was wearing a light gray robe, and from time to time her bright jade-like skin could be seen faintly emerging from under her clothes.
She knelt on her knees, pressing against the rough stone floor of the church.
Adriana Velez has always believed that she is defined by the Emperor's eternal sight: whatever she is, she serves in His name.
A murmur murmured from the nun's lips, and the Prayer of the Holy Director flowed from her mouth like a cascade of whispers. The words were so much a part of her that she could recite them as easily as she breathed them.
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 took off her novice robe and swore her oath.
Then she allowed herself to look up at Him—an action Adriana Velez took as a reward.
Her eyes swept across the altar, savoring the majesty of the golden statue.
The sight of the God-Emperor came from behind His wrapped 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 was offering them.
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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 the armor worn by Adrianna Velez, but has the same function.
While thinking this, she looked at His portrait.
She looked into 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.
Adriana Velez's hands were folded on her chest, forming the symbol of the Imperial double-headed eagle.
"In your holy name."
She said loudly:
"In the service of your light, 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 act on your behalf so that the galaxy will be free of humanity's enemies."
About half an hour later, Adriana 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 gave off weak yellow light, and a tall figure stood 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 and deep void outside the ship. There is no trace of light in it, but it makes Wei...
Letz 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 an eyelid.
This gesture confused her, because no matter what kind of prayer, 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.