Looking at the dark clouds in the sky that had escaped the control of the artificial atmosphere and accumulated abnormally over the Holy City, the new owner of Ophelia 7, the Supreme Holy See Clarence, sighed softly.
When the storm suddenly rose, the moist air blew over his premature face and thin body under his hood.
The servant of the servants who holds the emperor's faith withdrew his gaze from the distance, turned and left the terrace.
He walked through the scarlet curtain raised by the storm, knelt down in front of the emperor's icon and prayed softly under the dim light of the holy candle:
"On the golden throne between reality and heaven, Lord, please send down your mercy..."
The holy bell above his head echoed his murmur and sounded the first heavy buzz.
With the Holy Light Chapel as the center, the priests waiting on the spiers opened their eyes. There were worried glances in the ancient well-like eyes...
"In the midst of lightning and storms, the Savior of our faith, please save us..."
Clarence's prayers continued, and in the stormy tower, the alarm bells were sounded by the priests.
The bells carrying weak psychic energy spread outward in circles, even the rain falling from the sky retreated from them.
Under the apron above the church city, silver armor flashed across the countless air corridors connected to it. It was the battle nuns walking out of the Valkyrie against the strong wind, and their armor occasionally scratched from their shirts.
The light that passes.
"In the midst of plague, temptation and war, my Emperor, save us..."
The various doors in the middle of the church city are slowly closing, and among the crowded sea of pilgrims, the preacher is guiding the crowd to a safe space at the top of his lungs, without even bothering to wipe his rain-covered face.
At the transportation hub leading to the outer city, the defense forces watched every vehicle carrying goods with wide eyes. However, the enemies who once lived in the warehouses had long since disappeared into the curtain of darkness...
"From the blasphemy of the fallen, my Emperor, save us..."
In the sanctuary on the lower level, all the soldiers of the Holy Light Brotherhood gathered together, holding their halberds and being on high alert.
As the sonorous footsteps of the heavily armored nuns came from the cloister in the distance, these highly nervous soldiers finally relaxed with relief.
But just by relaxing in these few breaths, a smoke-like existence swam from the edge of their field of vision, flashed through the intersection of shadows a second before the crowd arrived, and finally disappeared in the Holy Relic Church.
Deep...
"Lord, save us.
I hope you will never let them go,
I hope you will never forgive them.
We beg you to destroy them and bring death to the sinners..."
The neat pre-battle prayers ended. The assembled battle nuns stood up under the leadership of the senior nun and looked directly at the battlefield they were about to guard.
"Is this here?" A cold voice came from the crowd.
"Yes, this is it. You can believe in the faith of these warriors. The holy objects are safe here."
Among the crowd in the shadows, a wisp of dark red stepped into the light. The blood-red robes and the imperial eagle emblem embroidered with complicated gold threads were daunting.
His arrival has already made the soldiers of the Holy Light Brotherhood nervous, but unfortunately, this is still not the leader of the crowd.
Qiang...Qiang...Qiang...
The steel boots of the feedback power armor trampled the ancient stone slabs wantonly, and a particularly tall figure walked out from the fully armed battle nuns.
Clang!
The gorgeous two-handed sword was supported by the hands covered with ceramic gauntlets, and the blade engraved with sacred marks penetrated directly through the latter amid the whine of the stone slab.
Sister Alia Mederos casually pulled off the hood on her head, looking around the terrain around the church with a hawk-like gaze on her old scarred face.
The cardinal still wanted to introduce him, but she had already given the order:
"In the name of Lord Calvin, the Supreme Lord and Grand Inquisitor of the Imperial Senate!
In the name of Bishop Clarence of the Holy See of the Empire!
Your mission ends here!
Surrender the defense here immediately! And leave here after a thorough search!"
Before she finished speaking, the adjutant behind her had already stepped forward and began to issue specific instructions for taking over the defense.
"The Lycian team immediately goes to the target location and confirms the target status!"
"Vivian, Aisha, take over the defense nearby!"
"Caesarine, you and your sisters are responsible for the body searches of these guards!"
Seeing the battle sisters behind them extending to both sides, driving away the guards on the sentry one by one, the forward team broke through the human wall of the Brotherhood of Light and disappeared into the dark corridor.
The nun nodded with satisfaction, and then said to the adjutant Sandra who gave the order:
"You lead a small team to maneuver.
The rest of you, follow me!"
After saying that, the battle nuns, led by the elder nuns, walked straight towards the depths of the corridor.
"It's really..."
The cardinal stood there, not knowing how to react to the nuns' barbaric behavior.
The hilt of the sword that Saint Sebastian left for them is no longer in their hands. Seriously speaking, this scene is self-inflicted, and he cannot persuade himself not to care.
"The sacred object is stolen!" The sharp warning woke him up from his reflection, but the content of the warning made him even more at a loss.
It was Sister Alia in the middle of the corridor who reacted instantly. She turned back to look at the only door leading to the outside and gave the clearest order:
"Seal the passage! The enemy has infiltrated units! Close the passage immediately!"
Boo!
The sound of a gunshot from a distance physically interrupted the passionate voice of the nun.
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"Found it yet!"
Before the Thunderhawk painted with the emblem of the Imperial Fist had stopped, Hornthorne could not wait to jump down from the open hatch.
However, what was waiting for him was the negative expression of the team sergeant:
"The number tracking shows that before we took measures, this batch of materials had already entered the logistics terminal of the City of Divine Grace."
"Have you notified the Holy Hermit Monastery?"
He urgently needs to know the current situation in the city, especially whether the Emperor's Daughters have received enough information support.
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"Already notified."
Sergeant Lee said. But before Hornthorne could react, he brought even worse news to the Imperial Fists' company commander.
"After the Choppam star port entered a state of emergency, the other 23 star ports also conducted emergency self-inspections..."
"Then?" Hornthorne's heart was slowly sinking. To mention this matter at this point can only mean...
"We also found more traces of infiltrators, and they do not belong to the same force..."
".........you say it again?"
The anger of the Astartes was so intense that the whole heart and lungs were trying to contain the anger of the Astartes.
Hornthorne was almost overwhelmed by this shame and humiliation, but the remaining will was like a steel wire, firmly restraining his anger, and he used his remaining reason to make the final confirmation. p>
"We found traces of other infiltrators..."
"Enough!" Hornthorne growled hoarsely.
What is this?
Is this place regarded as a market? You can come and leave whenever you want?
Such unscrupulous access to the realm of the Empire guarded by the Sons of Dorne?
How does this make the Imperial Fists, which is famous for its defense and fortress construction, embarrassed?
How arrogant this is!
What contempt!
Especially when he had just received Calvin's request for support, Hornthorne could not imagine how he would face the "adult" whom he had just maliciously speculated about if the holy object was lost!
He stared at the sky with bloodshot eyes, gritted his teeth and said the order word by word:
"Notify the entire company! Stop all training plans!
I want to see them take over all the transportation hubs in Shen’en City within two-quarters of an hour!
Notify the navy fleet! Immediately suspend the operation of all waterways in the system!
Seize all ships in the system and kill them if there is any resistance!"
First update, I’ve been complaining today and have a severe headache.