Chapter 1847 (1/2)

Pray for the purity of the soul, pain wash the body, both exist, where human nature lies.

In the ruins of the church, a woman in heavy armor kneels on the dusty ground praying. The statue under the decaying pillars is covered by a hood.

With the shaking of the earth, the old dome seems to have been embarrassed and heavy load, rustle down the dust and debris.

The green light flashed from time to time outside the gate, and the screams always sounded in the night. These sounds were far away and close.

The woman kneeling on the ground used to be a perfect weapon. Her hatred for the devil was burning in her chest like an eternal flame. Her armor joints were covered with red wax fixed proverb ribbons, and the iron halo on her backpack was shining.

But at this time, she left the power sword and the blaster pistol aside. She held the elbow of her left hand with her right hand, as if to prevent the strange green light from spreading on her shoulder.

A great deal of sweat slid down her forehead, the white pot lid was steaming with heat, and the pain caused psychic visions, and she was praying for the emperor's help.

It is not enough to describe her present situation when she is at the end of her tether.

But her heart of honor made her attack on those unclean things. After cutting the body of the third heavy destroyer, she was still hit by the green weapon in the arm.

A kind of cold energy began to corrode her body. She mobilized her spiritual energy to fight against it, and broke out of the enemy's line and found a church in the ruins of the city.

In fact, she did not deliberately look for it, but it seemed that she was destined to do so. She was sent here by unknowable guidance.

Outside is the army of the dead. They are also fighting against the green skins. But the battlefield is getting closer and closer here. Maybe she will be found soon.

But the nun's will and loyalty never wavered, and she prayed to the emperor as she had done in the convent on Ophelia VII.

Pray to be able to return to the battlefield and spread the emperor's glory with his own life as a chip.

This is not to fear death, but to die more gloriously, at least in the eyes of the emperor.

Maybe the prayer was really answered, maybe the sight of the fallen statue inspired her fighting spirit. With a low roar, the golden light bloomed on her left hand, and the green light melted as if the snow met the sun.

Her new skin is as delicate as a baby, and her new muscles are as strong as steel.

”Praise the emperor! Praise forever

She breathed a breath and reached for her helmet to return to the battlefield. The white mask like helmet was covered with crisscross scars, revealing a silver background of metal.

But just then, behind her, at the broken door of the church, a terrible machine floated silently in.

Its lower body looks like a squashed rugby, with a human shaped metal skeleton glued to one end, which is the upper body. It holds a huge plasma cannon in its hands, but the rhythmic green light does not shine far in the sacred courtyard.

The space destroyer found the nun kneeling in front of the statue, and rightly raised her weapon. The dark green energy began to gather.

The sound of electric current gathering awakened the woman. She could only grab the power sword and turn around. She saw the muzzle thicker than her waist was in front of her.

That rich green light ball rolling, as if the next blink of an eye, she will blow to ashes, along with the statue behind her.

This is not the death of glory in her imagination, but as the daughter of the emperor, she can only be relieved and not afraid of death.

Without blinking her eyes, she looked at the light ball which seemed to be still. A memory came to her mind, and she thought of her dead sisters and the murderer who had not been hunted down.