"No army is strong enough to conquer the Milky Way, and only the power of faith can subvert the entire universe."
As if in response to the last sentence, the floor and walls suddenly trembled, and the light balls hanging from the ceiling also flashed, shaking with the waves of the ocean.
The writer held the notes that were about to slide off her desk with one hand, and fortunately the table and other exquisite carved furniture in the cabin were nailed to the ground, and she was not surprised by what happened around her, because she had experienced it many times, and it was like this that it was from the sub-space, and the ship was designed to withstand such anger.
Nevertheless, sailing is always accompanied by danger, even the nuns will have several ships falling every year.
“Long traveling requires a test.”
Adriana Villets spoke prayers despite being alone.
"May the wrath in His eyes clear our sins."
This has always been the case. Any expedition itself is a sacrament, which requires a brave heart and a strong soul, but the most important thing is the test of faith, because even if the Order's ships are strongly constructed and blessed, they must rely on the grace of the emperor to succeed.
Suddenly, the bell rang, and the nuns on board were called to the chapel, where they would sing chants continuously until the storm subsided...
These nuns are not allowed to speak except during the ceremony, but legend has it that they have been reciting chants in their hearts.
"I put myself into the sea, may He know my faith."
Villetz recited the prayer fluently as if he had just learned these yesterday.
"I train myself in the storm, may He feel my flame."
Suddenly, she hesitated for a moment, perhaps because of the last prayer that made her uneasy.
"I unveil the veil before endless, may He... judge my sins."
Praying that my sins will not cause everyone to suffer, she thought that although the punishment of the Holy Emperor to her is far from over, the urging her to the Great Vortex Dream was too vivid and it appeared too many times.
That must be a sign that she has a purpose here, even if she doesn't know what it is yet.
The room shook again, lightning flashed outside the porthole, and everything turned into a black and white negative film between several heartbeats.
Then, all movements disappeared.
Weiletz realized that the fleet had completely left the subspace, which meant that they had arrived.
Shameful of her excitement, she put her attention back on her notes, and her expression turned into a frown as she read the words she wrote.
She shouldn't have been so unprepared - so uneasy, the environment must have had some impact, but what is more important than these should be her, especially when she met that person again. He is now a veritable imperial hero and is destined to be the savior of the empire in the future.
"Practice is our first everlasting light."
Weiletz realized that he was full of distracting thoughts and quickly recited his meditation prayer.
“It only appears when you see or seek it, and everything else is dark.”
That was the beginning of the Gospel of the Order, and she recited it every night since Villets joined the nuns, even when she was covered in blood, but its meaning has never been as clear as it is now.
Suddenly, someone giggled and sneered.
Villets turned around suddenly, holding the hilt of the sword beside him, and his eyes swept across the cabin.
The shaking light casts shadows in the corner of the room, but it is empty, and there is no one else here except her and the nun relief carved on wooden wallboards.
The sages in the armoured sects were staring at her, and their eyes were full of dissatisfaction.
Villets suddenly wanted to leave here.
She closed the book, offered a prayer to her quill and put it back into the box, and then put it into the desk drawer—a little sacred object of the Order, which Villets carried everywhere after becoming a grand nun, and its nib was carved from the front tusk of a bishop who was said to be famous for his eloquence.
Afterwards, she took off her robe and revealed her graceful ketone body. The years left no traces on her. The sisters called it a miracle. Many bishops of the National Church also began to believe that she would become a living saint, but Villets did not know whether this was a good or a bad thing, because she never felt anything abnormal.
What she had to say was a unique mark on her back, and she didn't know when it appeared, but the sister she trusted the most told her that this was the emperor's kindness.
After putting on the armor, Villetz opened her door and saw Kalima Seid Orsson standing outside the door with a smile on her face. She was also the one who relieved Villetz's doubts about the mysterious seal on her body.
"The Grand Sister, I'm about to arrive at the Guardian of the Relic, and the sisters are waiting for you."
"Yeah, I'm working hard."
He brought Kalima to the assembly point of the ship, where the fighting nuns of the Ebony Cult have gathered here. She just briefly promoted the significance and sacred goals of this expedition to the sisters, and then ordered all the members to leave the ship.
The Guardian of the Holy Relics Star, you can tell that it is a religious world by listening to the name, but it is not only that, it is also a holy land world.
This kind of world is generally a world specially established for the saints of the empire. It is directly managed by the state religion and often attracts a large number of pilgrims. It not only has cemeteries for the saints to rest forever, but also a huge group of cathedrals. At the same time, precious sacred objects of the state religion are preserved for pilgrims to admire. Therefore, this world is often the money bag of the state religion and can provide huge wealth for the state religion.
Therefore, the Holy Land World is also very easy to become the target of pirates and robbers. Not long ago, Huron had looted the Guardian of the Holy Relic, causing Terra's Pope to die. So before the expeditionary force was established, the State Church had announced that it would summon the jihad army to launch jihad against the Red Pirates.
However, because of taming the teachings, it is obvious that it is difficult for the state religion to carry out a large-scale jihad independently, so naturally these forces will become part of the expeditionary force.
For Soshiyan, who is in urgent need of troops, the power of the State Church is very important. Therefore, after learning that the National Church's jihad army has basically been assembled, he went to the Guardian of the Holy Relics. Of course, before this, he had to solve a more troublesome personal problem-
"Ahem, that's the case. There are many national religious people on the planet, and they are all more conservative, so I'll go alone..."
Looking at Veronica, who was sitting on the edge of the table with gold-rimmed glasses, wearing a white knitted top and a black hip-pack skirt, and holding her hands in her chest and holding her slender thighs wrapped in black stockings, Soshiyang, with a somewhat awkward expression, tried hard to give up the other party's idea of ​​following her.
"...it will be a little more appropriate, you are here anyway."
"Hmph, so how long are you going to stay?"
"Ah, this... I can't say this. You know that rituals and other things are very complicated."
Veronica stared at Soshiyan and finally let go.
"Okay, but there are two requirements. First, you are not allowed to stay at the night. Second, I must know what happens."
"What happens...what won't happen."
Hearing this sentence, Veronica raised her eyebrows.
"What else do you really want to happen?"
Chapter completed!