In the dream of deep consciousness, Villets' fear is being amplified.
Two strong nuns walked forward and pressed her shoulders, then the older nun took the baby from her arms with force.
Although he could not hear any sound, Veronica knew that she was crying at the top of her lungs just by looking at Verouch's expression.
But the great nun left with the baby—
Afterwards, Veronica felt a flash in front of her eyes, and she was already in a magnificent and grand holy hall, which was nearly a hundred meters wide. The painted dome was supported by countless thick marble columns, and at its end and center was a huge metal statue.
A magnificent human holding a sword in one hand and a claw in the other hand, looking ahead
Just as he looked at the idol, Veronica felt a discomfort from her soul, and her eyes seemed to be burned by a golden sun, so she quickly moved her eyes away.
Then, she heard the sound of footsteps and turned around and saw a group of people walking towards her.
It was a group of nuns, who walked in front were wearing black armor, while those who walked in the back were wearing light red nuns' robes.
Among them is a familiar figure.
In the dim lights of the walkway, Villetz, who had already put on nun's combat armor, faced the floor with his pale face, and his hair was both sparse and messy.
Compared to the past, she now looks like a ghost, a fake that gradually fades away in the years and indifference.
Soon, the team stopped in front of the huge statue of the god, and then Villets walked forward and fell on the cold stone bricks on both knees.
“——I am far away from the supreme salvation, and there is no other way to redeem my sins. Therefore, I ask myself to repent.”
Suddenly, a low and hoarse voice sounded, and Veronica was surprised that she could hear the sound.
No, she immediately realized that this was not the sound in the dream, but the Villets in reality were saying these words!
Then, Villets took off her red robe and let it fall to the floor.
Behind her, a nun picked up his clothes silently, not even looking at the clumsy woman.
"The Emperor of God is above, and I am a sinful body."
There was a fragile force in Villets' voice, and it gradually echoed in the church.
“No forgiveness, no tolerance.”
Next, each nun stepped forward, took down Villet's weapons and armor, and then threw them aside after being untied.
"We will leave you, and your armor and arms will be destroyed by us."
"I leave here with my own free will, and if my will is united, I will return."
Behind her, the older nun cut the discarded robe of Villets into strips of cloth with a ritual knife, while the other nuns tied it to Villets' naked arms and legs.
Then, they even wrapped the remorse of remorse filled with barbs and iron thorns on her body, and pressed the Feng Ji, who had the oath written on her coat, which was now made of cloth strips.
"I should seek the forgiveness of the God Emperor at the most dull place in the dark night."
The older nun leaned forward with an old-looking knife and grabbed a cube of Villets' hair.
With determination and tough determination, she shaves off Villet's golden hair, and the process was very rough until there was no more hair on her top, full of slight scratches.
A few minutes later, Veriks's originally beautiful blonde hair had been replaced by blood. This process made Verikka frightened-
"Are these humans sick? Why are they so cruel to their compatriots-"
"If I see me, it is like not seeing me, knowing me and knowing what I fear. I have no face besides this face, until the final salvation finally comes to me."
Realizing that it seemed to be done here, another nun came to the darkness, equipped with a pair of crackling, fatal nerve whips, holding a tattered red hood in her hand.
Villets calmly put on his head hood and followed her.
Until now, Veronica has not found a good opportunity to awaken the nun, because deep consciousness is deeply tied to the origin of the human soul, and it is very likely that the random treatment will cause serious consequences.
Moreover, her power is limited here, so she must find a chance that Villet will wake up, otherwise she may not be able to do so again later.
After that, she continued to follow Villets' consciousness and finally understood what she had become.
She became a suicide attack fanatic, whipped into battle by severe officers, and when they fearlessly danced chainsaw swords to charge towards the enemy's front, any enemy would be uneasy and panic, and only death or forgiveness could end their duties to the Lord of Humanity.
Every day and night, every breath of these women is self-punishment and atonement in order to demonstrate the glory of the Golden Throne-
So, they transformed their righteous indignation into a weapon as deadly as the sharp blades held.
But Veronica noticed that there was another kind of emotion in Villets's fanaticism, a kind of stubbornness that was extremely difficult to detect.
She seems to be sticking to something
It was this kind of persistence that allowed her to survive the bloody battles that could not survive again and again.
Day after day, year after day.
She participated in countless wars, and the scars all over her body made her unable to see that she was once a woman, like an ugly two-legged monster.
Those who fought side by side with her and those who punished her were all dead.
But she was still fighting and persisting, wielding a chainsaw sword that was becoming increasingly dull.
Until one day, she finally fell down.
She was old and could no longer wield the heavy chain saw and salvation. The battlefield was full of corpses. This was a terrible failure. Her legs were broken, her left hand was loosely sank on the ground, and her chain saw sword was inserted into a hideous monster.
She lay in a pool of blood, gasping for a while.
She still doesn't want to die and doesn't want to embrace redemption.
Veronica looked at her, wondering what she was insisting on—
Suddenly, she felt the world shaking.
"No, her consciousness is collapsing!"
Veronica was also a little panicked. If she didn't take action, then Verec's consciousness would likely sink into boundless darkness, because she had already felt along the way, and despair had gradually invaded all her consciousness.
Only the last field is left.
The last field—
Veronica suddenly thought of something, so she raised her right arm and appeared in her hand with a long staff. The gem at the top burst into a dazzling light.
And Villets' breathing gradually weakened, and black despair was wrapping her.
Suddenly, she widened her eyes and saw the bloody sky and the rain of fire like a teardrop was falling.
With a roar, a huge shadow covered her.
Then, she was picked up by a pair of powerful hands, arms covered with armor.
Villets turned his head and saw a Space Marine, a majestic giant wearing silver-gray power armor.
The warrior was staring at her through the black eyepiece, as if he was telling something.
Then Villets looked down and saw a scarred but still shining Sky Eagle Emblem pendant hanging around the warrior's neck. A long-lost smile finally appeared on his ugly face covered with scars.
Veronica put down her arm, and she felt that the collapse of the world had stopped.
She bet right!
Villets' obsession is the crystallization of her and Soshiyan in her dream, her child.