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

The ashes covered Roka's body and golden feathers regenerated.

"Take advantage of your ignorance and confusion." Carlos only left these words for Rocca before disappearing. The flames covering his body dissipated, and Roca appeared in front of Celes unscathed. He opened his eyes, and Celes was secretly amazed by the light of sincerity.

The feeling that Roca brought to her in both soul and body was the same as that of other saints. Seles put her hand on Roca's head, circled her fingertips, and a halo appeared behind Roca's head.

"You have the approval of the God-Emperor, Roka."

Seles spoke softly, and the nuns also bowed deeply to Roca. No one had any doubts about the God Emperor's choice.

"But for now, let's deal with those invading aliens."

Celes flapped her wings a few times, and she led everyone to support the various areas invaded by the Dark Eldar. Seles was flying in the sky, her hands holding Roca's waist, like a bomb hanging under an Imperial fighter plane.

"Maybe those aliens are trying to capture you for a ritual. I've seen something like this before..." Celes talked about the past, but Roca didn't care about these things. He suddenly understood what it meant to take advantage of ignorance. Being well-informed is a good thing, but knowing too much can make people’s thinking too complex.

Rocca didn't know how long Seles had lived, and how many kinds of demons and alien sacrifice arrays she had seen. But he knew that if it was just a mortal bishop or inquisitor who came to deal with the situation, there would definitely not be so many trials and searches waiting for him. Those relatively ignorant mortals would only send him an explosive in the name of the emperor. Play, it's that simple.

"So you understand?"

"Ah...I understand...then should I protect myself?"

"You should protect yourself, but since you have been chosen by the God Emperor, you must charge forward." Seles pointed to a plundering ship in front.

There were boxes with spikes hanging under the plundering ship, arms and frightened heads protruding from the gaps. The warriors who plundered the ship also discovered Seles. They controlled the artillery and fired. The dark light emitted by the dark spear could tear through the armor regardless of its thickness and material, and could even directly obliterate infantry units.

However, Seles is very resistant to this purely material weapon. The feathers shot out from her wings collided with the dark light, and the psychic power rushed towards the muzzle along the dark light, destroying the stable position of the dark spear. A series of annihilating explosions completely obliterated the artillery piece and its gunner.

"Now it's time for you to grow up. I'm going to help others. Come on." Seles smiled, grabbed Roca's neck with one hand, and a dove bloomed in the palm of her other hand.

Then something incredible happened to Roca. Roca saw Celes wrap his body with psychic power, and swung out the pigeon with her other arm. The pigeon cooed and penetrated like a cannonball. The outer deck of a plunder ship.

"Oh...are you going to throw me in too?" Roka asked weakly, and then received a positive answer from Celes.

Seeing Roca plunge into the hole in the outer deck, Seles did not forget to throw a chain sword at him.

Fluttering her wings, Seles shuttled through the sky and landed in the center of the battle. Every time she appeared, she inspired mortals and nuns to fight more ferociously and fervently.

The blows suffered on this planet were not serious. Seles only felt that these sporadic attacks were more like small strategies to attack the east and the west. The dark elves must have other goals in attacking the Anglican Church and the tombs of these saints.

She saw a very conspicuous battlefield from a distance, which was the Ancient Museum of St. Codegas. This museum, which carried countless histories, seemed to others to be the same as a church. There was only one person stationed here. There are a group of battle nuns, and the rest are clerical nuns. They are responsible for repairing cultural relics and writing books.

The museum has been destroyed into ruins, the circular dome collapsed, and only a few scattered stone pillars are still standing. The surrounding open spaces and building wreckage were filled with corpses of the Dark Eldar, and various vehicles burning with purple flames were horribly damaged.

But what surprised Seles was not the corpses everywhere, but the Space Marines moving among the ruins. These Space Marines had three different paintings and logos, which meant that they came from three different battle groups.

These space warriors occupy favorable terrain and are divided into two teams to face off. The smell of gunpowder smoke is quite strong, as if their guns will go off in the next second.

Celes' arrival undoubtedly attracted everyone's attention. The bright golden light and white wings were very obvious. Celes was used to being stared at, but she also heard the discordant voices among the warriors.

"Sanguinius's child? Is he still alive? And married?"

"Oh my god...this can't be the reincarnation of Sanguinius..."

Celes frowned. She landed in the center of the battlefield, hoping that someone here could give her an explanation. Two extremely tall Space Marines stepped forward, and Celes could feel their eyes colliding fiercely, creating sparks.

"Hello, Sanguinius's...child..." Chagatai looked at Seles with a complex expression. These wings always reminded him of the warm-hearted brother he once had.

"Is your father really Sanguinius? I mean, is there really anyone who can withstand the level of a Primarch..."

"You are so disgusting. How can you be just like the depraved Fulgrim?"

"Haha... you know nothing, you barbarian. This is scientific research."

"Scientific research? Do you mean how many turns it takes to mix plastic reinforced concrete? Or how many shovels it takes to dig a trench?"

"What did you say, you barbarian?"

Perturabo was furious. He activated all his weapons and fired at Jaghatai at close range. Jaghatai quickly slashed away several explosive bombs with his sword. He got close to Perturabo, trying to close the distance to make it difficult for Perturabo to use his heavy weapons.

But just like tanks will also have close-range anti-infantry weapons, Perturabo's armor does not lack this function. He laughed mockingly, the armor on his chest cracked, and several flying disks ejected, creating With dazzling light like the sun and a loud sound that the original body could not ignore.

Khan's dislike of wearing a helmet finally brought him trouble. If he were willing to wear a helmet, the effect of the flash and sound would be greatly reduced. Now he can only rely on the tenacious support of his body.

The body of the original body is so strong, the light that can directly blind the Space Marines only creates blindness for a few tenths of a second in Khan's eyes, but the confrontation between the original body is enough to end the battle in these few tenths of a second.

Ada failed to prevent the awakening of a powerful dynasty of the dead