Miris interrupted his comrades' feeding of water and listened with a serious face.
The members of the team also heard her order and subconsciously focused their eyes on her.
Most of the nuns didn't realize anything yet, they just looked at Miris blankly.
A nun who was familiar with her family's classics had already reacted. Under her gaze, she stood up tremblingly.
"The Emperor's decree!" whispered the nun.
The moment these words appeared, all the battle nuns subconsciously tightened their muscles, freezing their movements at this moment.
For a time, in addition to the sound of sewage flowing in the entire pipeline, even the sound of the friction of armor disappeared.
There was still a faint roar at the end of the pipe in the distance, and then it quickly disappeared after reaching the top.
"Silver Moon...hope..."
Everything was silent, but the voice kept repeating.
Miris waited patiently until he made sure that he had heard all the "prophecies" before he straightened up and looked around.
"Mark it down!" she said after finding her target, who was the first to react besides her.
The sister who was in charge of the classics in the monastery nodded vigorously, then took off her backpack in a panic and rummaged through it.
Bullets, medicine, food and even spare knives...
She threw out a series of things randomly, but still couldn't find what she wanted.
There is no parchment, even basic paper was lost in the previous battle.
There is no pen either, that cumbersome thing has long been left in their sad place.
"What should I do?" The clerical nun looked at Miris for help, and then received encouragement from the other person's silent eyes.
She carefully reached out her hand and removed a purity mark branded on Padilla's shoulder armor.
Then he took out the dagger from his waist and scratched his fingers, using the flowing blood to write down the content and date Padilla said on the back of the dim parchment soaked in gunpowder smoke.
"Darkness - Conspiracy - Silver Moon - Hope..."
After writing the last stroke, the nun raised her head and looked blankly at the veteran opposite. Being able to think of these rituals in the scriptures in a short time was all she could do.
Fortunately, there were people to help her.
"Witness." Miris reminded in a low voice, and then was the first to take the seal from the nun's hand.
She pulled out a dagger and pricked her finger, then carefully looked at the content and date on the mark, and then wrote her name at the end.
The remaining nuns followed suit one by one, while the Astartes watched the whole process.
After the short ceremony, the mark returned to Mireis's hands again.
And she stepped towards the front of the team, approaching Sula who had been paying attention to Padilla.
"She brings a message from the Emperor."
Miris spoke closely while watching the other party's reaction.
In a sense, this is a critical moment that determines whether the two teams can continue to cooperate.
Padilla had transformed into a different identity in the battle just now.
The Battle Sisters confirmed that they were favored by the Emperor, but this "miracle" still needed the approval of the Death Watch.
They are bystanders and witnesses.
They are the Emperor's angels, and they are the only witnesses the Battle Sisters are finding.
Their attitude directly determines whether everything that happens here can pass the verification of the Inquisition and be truly recorded by the Imperial State Church and the Holy Hermitage.
What is more important than these is whether in the current battle, the commander of the Death Watch recognizes Padilla's identity and will respect the prophecy made by "her".
Will he? What if the answer is no?
Mirius's palms were a little damp after a long absence, while the other team members unconsciously clenched the weapons in their hands while watching the two of them.
"The Emperor has blessed us, and we have witnessed His blessings."
Sulla's noble origin allowed him to instantly understand the other party's appeal; and Ultramar's complicated etiquette regulations made him understand the most appropriate action at the moment.
The tall Astartes warrior didn't hesitate, he just crossed his hands on his chest, knelt on one knee, looked into Miris's hands, and performed the aquila salute behind him.
The rest of the Astartes watched the two in silence, and knelt down in synchrony after the commander made his stance clear.
The Emperor's blessing! Everyone performs the eagle salute.
Miris, the only one standing in the crowd, looked calm, but his back was wet.
She knew the meaning of kneeling, and she also knew how serious the consequences would be if the giant in front of her, who was still as tall as her after kneeling, rejected her behavior.
Huh...hot breath was squeezed out from her chest, and Miris, whose pressure plummeted, almost felt her vision blurring.
The next second she breathed in the humid air, the eyes of this veteran battle nun became firm.
She may not understand what it means to reciprocate love, but her instinct and experience made her make the right choice:
"Then, as a witness, as the emperor's sword bearer, before the saint awakens, please be sure to fulfill 'His' will!"
"Good!" Sula raised her head and looked at the woman in front of her, her cold eyes finally showing a trace of emotion.
After receiving his "attitude", the other party did not hesitate and almost gave him the "feedback" he wanted most in the next second.
Although the conversation between the two people was simple and short, in just a few seconds, the team's spiritual and physical differences were silently bridged and unified.
Is this Miris the battle nun in his impression?
Such wisdom can only be said to be the blessing of the emperor.
"Then I'm not welcome." Sura didn't say anything more. He just took a deep look at the other party and then subconsciously looked around at all the members of the team.
"From now on, using me as a reference, the unified communication channel..."
His voice rang out in the empty pipes, while orderly orders were still being issued:
"Based on the general password of the Tribunal, the initial logic code of the decoder is "Δ";
Alternate communication channel - 11-γ-09;
Unify the tactical secret language and adopt the plan as..."
After giving all the orders in one breath, Sula watched happily as the people around him prepared silently.
The people in front of him were still the same, but in his eyes they were moving from 'division' to 'healing'.
And when the Death Watch, who was acting as a sentry in front, contacted him again after receiving no answer for several minutes.
The Ultramarine, who had already taken command of the entire team, finally felt satisfied that he had achieved what he wanted, and sent a calm signal to his comrade.
Then, he looked at all the "soldiers" who were ready and focused their attention on him, and whispered the last order before the battle came:
"Based on the existing personnel, redefine the division of combat labor!"