Of course, the other two major institutions of the empire, the state church and the bureaucratic government, were not much better.

Some bishops even implemented separatist rule in the name of the emperor, occupying a certain star region and living like a native emperor.

In short, the complexity and diversity within the empire will definitely make those who want to reform it explode on the spot.

Violetta Roscavler explained with a smile: "I didn't say not to let the Mechanicus participate in it, I just said try not to let them dominate it. And according to this report, this unknown existence

They seem to be more tolerant towards women, so I think it would be most appropriate to send a nun as a negotiator."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Are you sure that non-human beings like this will really be particularly tolerant of women?"

The empire's senior admiral, Mereda Pere, raised his head and spoke with an uncertain tone.

As someone who had fought against demons, bugs, aliens, and rebels for hundreds of years, he obviously did not think that human women would meet the appetites of these non-human beings, unless they were subordinates of Slaanesh.

Not to mention foreigners, even human warriors themselves will not have even a little bit of sympathy, mercy and tolerance for women who appear on the battlefield, and will kill them without mercy when necessary.

After all, war, a sport that is good for both physical and mental health, can completely change a person in just a few years.

Super soldiers like the Astartes, who have participated in wars for decades, even centuries, and thousands of years, have long since lost their humanity and become complete killing machines.

Violetta Roscavler calmly replied: "I'm not sure, it's always a good idea to try. After all, the provocative Battle Sister was not killed, right? The most important thing is that I believe that everything

Being able to be promoted to the level of a nun, there is absolutely no doubt about your faith in the emperor and your loyalty to the empire."

"Okay, I will choose a nun with the most pious faith to represent the Terran Council and take over all matters related to contact with this unknown existence."

Eos Litra finally gave a positive answer.

You must know that the state religion of the empire is not the kind of stubbornness and religious fanaticism that many people think, but is closer to a tool to maintain governance and fool the people.

Especially the higher-ups deliberately blocked out all information that might involve the evil god of subspace, telling the common people that the emperor was everything.

Whether it is an omnipotent machine god or a goddess in those half-true and half-false myths and stories, as long as it is a god, it is always the incarnation of the emperor.

He is everywhere and omnipotent.

This is why there are so many factions within the state church, and some even have portraits of four-armed emperors, or feminized emperor sculptures created by feminists.

But it's actually quite exciting to think that a blond girl with great power and cold rationality is the emperor of the Galactic Empire...

But no matter how much it is beautified, it cannot hide the fact that the state religion is deceiving the people and placing all their spiritual beliefs on the emperor alone.

"Remember to pick the purest and most beautiful one, and tell her to be mentally prepared to make sacrifices for the Emperor and the Empire. This may bring us many unexpected benefits." Violetta Roscoff

Le reminded.

"I know what to do without you reminding me."

Eos Litra decisively ended the topic.

The entire parliament in front of them has gradually reached a consensus. A gratified smile appeared on the regent's face, and he said in a clear and powerful voice: "I am very happy that you can have a clear understanding of this matter, and even thought of a pretty good one.

Solution. Let’s implement this plan next. Remember, don’t anger this unknown powerful creature unless absolutely necessary, because we already have enough enemies.”

"clear!"

With a unanimous response.

About a few hours later, a squadron of Battle Sisters led by the Grand Sister boarded a spaceship, entered the subspace tunnel with the assistance of the pilot, and embarked on a journey to a colonial planet tens of thousands of light years away.

At this moment, inside the cabin of the spaceship, a woman with long shawl white hair, wearing a black power mecha, and exuding a mature aura that made it impossible to tell her age, was carefully examining her hands.

The exaggeratedly tall giant bolter, the corners of his mouth painted with black lipstick were slightly raised, and his eyes were flashing with chilling excitement and anticipation.

You don't need to ask to know that she is the nun in charge of leading the team. She is a veteran who has truly survived the disaster. Her status in the empire is equivalent to that of the leader of an interstellar battle group.

However, unlike Chapter Leaders, they do not have to serve on the battlefield until death or complete madness. Instead, they can change positions based on their skills and experience, and serve in the Inquisition or the National Religion Headquarters.

The person in front of me obviously belongs to the latter.

But even so, the number of bolter bullets she fired on the battlefield must be more than the rice many people eat in a lifetime.

There were countless small skull marks on the power mecha, each one representing a killed enemy commander.

Just after the nun checked her weapons and equipment from beginning to end, a younger battle nun next to her couldn't help but asked: "Sister Grace, what mission are we going to perform this time?

, to be so mysterious?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. It's not good for you to know too much.

What's more, you will understand naturally after you wait.

Also, our mission this time is not to fight the enemy, but to negotiate.

So you’d better put aside your usual temper of getting angry whenever you disagree.”

The nun known as Grace issued a stern warning to her subordinates.

"Negotiation? Us!"

The young nun was stunned for a moment, with an expression of shock and disbelief on her face.

Because they may be very good at stuffing the bolt gun into the opponent's mouth and pulling the trigger to create the most beautiful brain splash effect, and using the chain sword to cut all kinds of enemies in the middle, but their experience in negotiating this kind of thing is basically

is zero.

After all, nuns are trained to maintain their faith and to defeat heretics.

"That's right. This mission was directly issued by the pope and parliament of the state religion. You can imagine its importance. Everyone must be prepared to sacrifice everything when necessary. If anyone messes up, wait for her

It may be more than just death."

After that, Grace ignored the curious or surprised reactions of her subordinates and sat alone in a semi-resting and semi-alert state.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! You must know that traveling through subspace is not a safe thing.

Although it is protected by the "Geller Force Field", in theory, ordinary subspace creatures cannot approach it at all.

But that doesn't mean it's 100% safe.

Grace has made hundreds of super-light travels in subspace and understands the huge risks involved.

After all, the "Geller Field", which sounds very high-end, is essentially just using psykers as batteries to release a protective film similar to bubbles to cover the battleship.

Psykers, even though they have undergone rigorous training, are known for being unstable.

This means that once something goes wrong with the psykers who provide energy to the force field, a brutal battle will begin in an instant, and countless demons and unknown creatures will jump out of the twisted space and enter the cabin.

At this time, the people on the ship need to do their best to resist until the ship safely jumps out of the subspace.

Otherwise, the entire body and soul of the people on the ship will become the playthings of demons and evil gods.

Murphy's Law states that the more a person worries that something bad will happen, the greater the probability of it happening.

Just as the pilot of the spacecraft was following the established route guided by the star torch, a violent storm suddenly fell from the sky, constantly impacting the Geller force field, which was not very powerful in the first place.

In just a few minutes, the psyker as a battery began to be unable to bear the huge consumption and fell into a trance. He knelt on the ground and howled in pain.

"Not good! Our protective force field has disappeared! Everyone, prepare for battle!"

The captain quickly put on his protective mask and picked up the firearm placed beside him.

Everyone else in the spacecraft also had a similar reaction.

The Battle Sisters put on their helmets as soon as possible and quickly dispersed into a combat group of three people regardless of the violent jolts inside the cabin.

About two or three seconds later, a monster covered with red skin suddenly rushed out, screaming towards the nearest battle sister, intending to chop it into two sections with its sickle-like forelimbs.

However, the other battle sister next to her reacted faster. She raised her bolter and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Along with the fire from the muzzle, three armor-piercing explosive shells, which were better called small artillery shells than bullets, hit the monster hard.

The huge kinetic energy and the explosion generated after entering the body instantly produced an almost perfect braking effect, slowing down its rapid charge.

This gave the battle sister who was attacked time to react. She immediately pulled out her chainsword and without hesitation, aimed it at the head and stabbed it in hard.

Accompanied by a harsh buzzing sound and the eerie sound of the chainsword tearing flesh and bones, the latter's head was cut in half on the spot, and the splattered blood dyed the power mecha and the walls of the narrow corridor red.

"Damn it! It's the Daemons of Khorne! We're being attacked by the Daemons of Khorne!"

After killing the enemy, the Battle Sister immediately confirmed the identity of the enemy through the entity and loudly announced to other comrades on the ship.

Before anyone else had time to respond, demons sprung out of the subspace one after another and began to swarm towards the cockpit.

The two battle nuns didn't pay attention. They were suddenly torn into pieces by the demon that appeared behind them. Their bloody heads were also pulled off by the latter and hung on their waists. The pungent smell of blood quickly spread throughout the entire place.

A corridor.

As a senior nun, Grace used up all four magazines of the bolt gun in her hand in less than two minutes. She threw the gun directly to the ground, pulled out her chainsword and started fighting with these bloodthirsty and cruel people.

The subspace creatures fought together, and while fighting, they loudly reminded the cockpit behind them: "This is a premeditated attack! Get us out of this damn place quickly!"

"No! Without the navigator as a psyker, if we jump out of the subspace now, we won't be able to confirm our position at all." The captain responded urgently.

"It is better to be unable to confirm the location than to be killed in the subspace. Jump out immediately! This is an order!"

Grace roared and used her special identity.

Normally, things like sailing in subspace are usually decided by the navigator and captain.

But as someone with dual authorization from the state church and parliament, she is obviously the person with the highest status on this spaceship.
To be continued...