On the battlefield surrounded by flames, Villets was agile and enchanted warriors were violent and barbaric. The weapons of the two collided again and again, and the corroded steel faced the sacred alloy. Each blow caused a bell-like echo in the chaotic battlefield and flames.
At this time, more Chaos Space Marines also rushed up. Some of them were destroyed by the Punisher Tanks and Redeemers on the way, but some of them approached the nuns with the help of cannon fodder.
They were greeted by angry bullets and sacred blades, and more scorching flames.
Just as Villet slashed another sword at the enchant warrior's waist, the opponent's sickle rolled towards her head, but the process stopped as its arm was cut off.
A burning sword pierced from behind it, and the two mouths on the evil existence's head opened at the same time, screaming hysterically, spitting out countless dirty words, and tentacles grew out of the five orifices, and the mouths with fine and sharp teeth on them screamed together, and the blasphemous noise made the air tremble.
Villets then slashed its head with a sword, but when the huge corpse fell, it began to burn.
Scan the corpse on the ground, Kalima Seid Orsson then pointed to the evil altar, which was still creating more twisted monsters, and the "newborn" became stronger and more terrifying.
They screamed with blasphemy, waved their twisted limbs, and rushed towards the nun.
Even bullets and flames can no longer kill them completely.
“It must be resolved.”
"Let me go with me sisters."
Then Villets raised his sword in front of him, and Kalima put his hand on her shoulder as if it was just a casual act of support.
"Please guide me, the father of mankind."
Villets prayed in a low voice.
"Turn me into your spear and let me pierce the heart of your enemies."
The next second, a pair of white wings spread out behind Villets, and at the same time, a mysterious engraving appeared on her forehead, and the dazzling light could be clearly seen even a few miles away.
Soshyan in the distance could see clearly. He widened his eyes, pointed his claws in the direction of Villets, and turned to Mark beside him.
"Wait, this situation, what's this called?"
"Ah, it seems... it seems that in the national religion, it is called the living saint."
"But shouldn't the living saint appear after his death and resurrection?"
Mark shrugged, obviously he didn't know much about the state religion either.
At this moment, another voice sounded.
"If it were a living saint, the State Church would have been widely publicized, but it seems that the State Church never mentioned this matter, and we don't know."
Soshiyan looked at the person who made the sound. He didn't recognize him at the first time because he was wearing a helmet, but he soon remembered that his name was Haumor, and he was one of the first batch of recruits he personally recruited.
He nodded and looked back.
"Yes, it's strange. If it's a living saint, we have no reason not to know. Then there is only one possibility. She is not a living saint, but what else can there besides a living saint?"
"Ah, Commander of the Battle, I remembered it."
Another voice, but from former White Church champion Murad.
"I was still reading the Sabat Expedition. The Sabat in it is a living person's canonization. According to the records in the book, Sabat, as an ordinary shepherd girl, accepted the incredible abilities possessed by the emperor's oracle and power, and launched the first Sabat Expedition, liberating the Sabat world. The book says that she would also have white wings behind her when fighting, but because she is not a living saint who has been resurrected from the dead, the National Church calls it... I think about it, by the way, it is called the Saint Girl!"
"Holy Girl...Is there any such statement in the State Church?"
Soshyan looked at the battlefield skeptically. At this time, under the leadership of Villets, the nuns defeated the heresy and the few Space Marines could not save the situation.
Heretics died in large numbers, and their bodies piled up into hills. They either ran into the purified flames or were killed by the nuns' swords.
The main angels who focused on melee swung their chainsaws and cut waves in the sea of ​​blood. The only one who could keep up with their speed was the more fanatical whip servants. These unconscious cyborgs chanted hymns while madly whipped the surrounding enemies with their charged whips.
But the fastest one was the Serraine Squad, who followed Villets all the way from the low altitude to the filthy altar.
These nuns used a special Sanrool-type jumping backpack. This backpack was shaped into a winged shape, which allowed nuns to easily jump hundreds of meters above the altitude. However, using this backpack is a huge challenge for women without black carapace. Therefore, Seraph is also the most elite warrior in the memorial service. Only the most talented and experienced nun can become Seraph.
But even so, as the most conspicuous target on the battlefield, the replacement rate of Seraphim is still very high, and veterans from other combat groups are often forced to replenish them. However, as a symbol of veterans of this status, they can also use the best weapons in the Cultivation Society, ranging from golden blade power swords to sacred plasma pistols.
Generally speaking, Seraph usually operates in a group of six people and often accompanys the Grand Sisters to fight.
Villets was following six seraphs, who flew and shot at the enemy with their pistols, and soon arrived at the altar.
It was an extremely dirty thing, surrounded by slaughtered corpses, shaking on the hooks of the chains, each as pale as marble, as their blood was pumped into the blood tank. Buckets of viscous gelatinous blood flowed into the center of the altar along the shoddy canal.
"Oh, why are you only giving nuns such good equipment?"
Haumo looked at the flying nuns and couldn't help but shake his head.
"If you give elite soldiers like Katachang, the effect should be much better."
Upon hearing this, Soshiyang laughed and teased.
"Serraines are not only fighting, but they can also inspire the morale of their friendly forces and give hope to the Star Army who are fighting in desperate situations. If a bunch of muscle-like naked men with wings and swear words falls from the sky, they will probably scare the friendly forces to death first?"
"Well, so, can women wearing tight armor and wings increase friendly morale?"
Soshiyan grinned and did not answer the question of Haumor, but turned his attention back to the battlefield.
When Villets landed on the altar, several evil, ugly and highly mutated priests rushed forward with sharp blades.
Villets raised his legs directly, hammered his heels into the face of the first attacker who approached her, and beat his nose into a polymer of crumbs of flesh and cartilage.
Without wasting any time, she stretched out her sword and cut down. The sword body cut into the thigh of the next attacker and covered with fresh blood. Then she suddenly lifted up, cut her body into red pieces, tearing open the heresy's belly, and letting the filthy blood flow into the altar he sacrificed.
The third attacker tried to shoot with a gun, but Kalima, who used a flying backpack, fell down and cut the opponent's head away from the middle with a sword.
Chapter completed!