Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

He only needs to shout, "Blood is sacrificed to the blood god, and skulls are sacrificed to the skull throne." Kill all the living people present, and then he can accept divine grace instead of killing brain cells here for fun.

"Think about Roca, if you want to join the team, you have to fight for the Emperor..."

Roca was about to help Seles. He picked up a chain sword from the ground and rushed over, but what greeted him was not the attacker's deadly blade, but a heavy kick. He was kicked away and his body hit the table.

Roka could see clearly that this guy's blade deliberately avoided him. Although he didn't know why this man showed mercy to him, Roca decided to turn this into a fighting advantage.

The chainsword buzzed, and Roca always found the right opportunity to get stuck in the path of the attacker's blade, forcing him to forcefully change the trajectory of the attack.

There was a tired threat, and the attacker was very dissatisfied with this kind of battle where he wanted to cut but couldn't. Seles took advantage of the attacker's opportunity to stop and change his moves again. She passed the long blade through Roka's armpit and pierced the attacker's shoulder. She lifted the arm upwards and fell to the ground.

The attacker, who had only one arm left, could only defend himself from Seles' fierce attack, and his fierce and aggressive slashes could not be displayed with a blade.

"Okay Drazal, we got our stuff, it's time for us to go."

Drazal heard the order, and he launched a final attack on Celes. When the long blade penetrated his chest, he also left a deep wound in Celes' abdomen. There was no big spurt of blood, only little bits of golden blood flowing out.

"Saint! Are you okay?" The surviving nuns approached, and they surrounded Seles on guard. The weapon in hand is aimed at every corner.

"Go and look at the corpse..." Seles looked at De Lazare and found nothing, as if the battle just now was with a phantom.

Roca took a few steps closer. His actions were alerted by the nuns. He calmly said to the nuns holding bolt machine guns, "Let me in, I can help her."

"Let him in." Celes' voice made the nuns put down their weapons so that Rocca could approach Celes.

Roca placed his hand on Celes' injured area, closed his eyes, and recited the scriptures he had written, praising the Emperor's name.

Haoran's pious power bloomed from Roka's hand, seeping into Seles's wounds, dispelling the dark poison integrated into the blood.

Seles looked at Roca with a complex expression. She carefully felt the power of piety seeping into her body, and did not find any power of subspace corrosion. However, it is doubtful that a low-level priest can possess such a huge power of piety. things.

She had already found out about Roca's life in the archives. Her parents were members of the Astra Militarum, and both of them were killed in an expeditionary mission. Rocca was eligible to join the Zhongsi Academy, but he was absorbed by the church first and became a low-level priest.

In his spare time, Roca likes to go to the bottom to preach doctrines to the people. Apart from that, he is just like other priests.

But why does he have such a huge power of piety? Could this be help provided by the Emperor for her? Are you witnessing the birth of a new saint?

Thinking of this, Seles's heart was filled with hesitation. During her years of service to the emperor, she had witnessed the birth of countless saints. Some saints were posthumously canonized for their outstanding contributions, and some saints were Having received the blessing of the God-Emperor, he was able to manifest every trace of the great God-Emperor's power in the mortal world.

But regardless of whether the God-Emperor has lowered his power or not, the virtues of saints are completely the same. Perhaps Roka was recognized by the God-Emperor for his virtues, so the God-Emperor would provide him with strength and support.

This kind of thing is not impossible... For example, the birth of Saint Sabat is similar to Roca. Before Saint Sabat served the God-Emperor, she was just a little shepherdess on the wild planet. But when she received the God-Emperor's revelation and united mankind with the great holy war in the years to come, her achievements surpassed Although her teachings often reflected her humble origins, many of the Imperial people she guided became simple and wise.

Maybe Roca is like this. Although he is a low-level priest, this is just the beginning of his great holy war. Like Saint Sabat, he will become a beacon in this dark sector, extending the will of the God Emperor to shine. more people...

"God-Emperor... I need your revelation..." Celes prayed to the God-Emperor. Her words were torn to pieces by the strong wind as soon as they floated into the subspace. The Ghoul Sector is located on the edge of the light of the Star Torch, and the light of the God Emperor is particularly dim here. If Seles were in the land of Holy Terra, she would be able to feel the God Emperor's influence from any corner of Terra. strength.

Now she can only rely on herself... Celes squeezed Roca's hand violently, and she decided to use the last way to test Roca's piety.

She motioned for Roka to kneel down, her sword touched Roka's shoulder, and golden flames burst out and enveloped Roka's body. If he is really the person chosen by the God Emperor, he will be unscathed in the flames, otherwise he will be reduced to ashes.

The flames obscured Seles's perception. Roca, who remained calm in the flames, was panicking to death. He didn't know what Seles was planning, so he could only endure the burning of the golden flames.

His outer shell was unscathed, but the demon soul inside was tortured. Roka's golden feathers given by Tzeentch began to fall off one by one, and he was about to reveal his ever-changing nature as a great demon of Tzeentch.

In the painful illusion, he saw the shadow of Carlos appear. Carlos Jiejie, the Fateweaver, laughed strangely a few times. He aimed the Chinese scepter at Rocca's body and smashed it, and the golden flames were attracted by the scepter.

The scepter was raised high, and Carlos's hand held the golden flame and divided it into wisps of flame. These flames traveled along the disordered space of subspace, entered into fissures, and appeared in many state religion worlds that Carlos had managed for a long time.

"Ignorance is also strength." "True, true, false, false, false, true."

Carlos's whisper fell into Roca's ears, and the next second Roca witnessed the grand martyrdom ceremony in the world of the state religion. The devout believers were extremely moved when they witnessed the birth of the Holy Fire of the God Emperor. They lined up in neat ranks, sang praises to the God-Emperor, and threw themselves into the flames with ecstatic faces.

These martyrs include not only ordinary people, but also high-ranking imperial bishops. Their souls that ascended in the holy fire returned to the throne, but the ashes left behind were all captured by Carlos using formations.

"The pure remains of the martyrs."

We are Skitarii, born to be cannon fodder and expendable. Not to me. (There are very few great sages who have humanity, and most of them regard themselves as machines)