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The physician did not tell Litosis her name, nor did Litosis. At this moment, he was following the doctor's orders to squeeze the battle nun's abdomen for her.

This nun is only a trainee nun, so she has not yet obtained the power armor that belongs to her. You must know that the power armor used by the nuns was specially made for them by the factory on Mars, which can enhance the user's power and provide the same defensive power as the power armor used by the Astartes.

It is precisely because of this that they can treat her.

Litossis pressed **** the nun's abdomen with both hands, so that the pus and blood flowed from the wound in her abdomen. This is a terrible penetrating wound, from front to back. The doctor did not start until the pus and blood had completely flowed out.

The doctor skillfully performed the operation on the nun with the light surgical instruments distributed in the surgical bag, and said to Litosis: "She should have walked for a long time with her injuries, and the environment in the hive is too harsh. The wounds are inflamed, which could kill her. Although her organs are not injured..."

"Bless the Emperor."

Litosis withdrew his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "The Emperor must be watching this nun before she can save her life from those blasphemous things."

"It doesn't look like the wounds were caused by demons."

Cybulus came over and gave his own opinion. The giant also calmly threw out a terrifying explanation: "Khorne demons are cruel by nature. If they have the opportunity to stab someone's belly, they will never give up the opportunity to spin a circle. Words are the best stimulant."

"Lord Cybrus is right."

The doctor stretched out his hand, took the hemostatic gel on the side, and carefully sprayed a little bit near the nun's wound: "This is not a wound caused by a weapon, it looks more like—God, why are you awake?! "

She looked at the nun in shock, forgot her words for a moment. Litosis saw that the nun who had been anesthetized had opened his eyes at some point, and her golden child hole made his hair stand up suddenly. The nun turned her head a little bit, as if she couldn't feel the pain in her abdomen at all, and actually sat up a little.

The movement was so strange that it looked like a marionette.

She said calmly: "Yes, it wasn't a wound caused by the demons. She fell while fleeing and was pierced through the abdomen by a sharp steel beam."

"...Ma'am." Cybrus narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?"

"Name doesn't matter, and status doesn't matter. I'm here to recruit you—Javier Loken."

The nun turned her head solemnly and said to Cebrus, her voice becoming more and more light. An indescribable heaviness descended upon all present, and Litossis froze, noticing that the physician did the same.

The giant who called himself Cybulus and was called by the nuns as Garvel Loken slowly lowered his head.

"Is this the mission she gave me?" he asked.

"Yes, Javier Loken. Your self-imposed exile should be over, she has new plans for you." The nun raised her hand and pointed to the darkened hive across from the Bridge of Martyrs. "Millions of lives are being threatened, Garvile Loken. And you are the best person to solve it."

"Emperor!"

"She has manifested!"

Ignoring the suddenly noisy voices around, the nun slowly flew from the ground as if being held up by something, came to Gavill Loken, and stared at him solemnly in the air.

+The Last Shadowmoon Wolf+

Her eyes were filled with golden light.

+she needs you+

+I still have doubts in my heart, I'm not firm enough+

+ Do what you do best, Garvel Loken. She needs you, and so does the Empire+

The psionic communication was abruptly ended, and the nun landed on the ground with a pair of pure white wings raised behind her back. This sight undoubtedly caused a lot of exclamations.

Javier Loken knelt down on one knee, and people could only hear his voice, but not his expression: "...Death is the only way."

"Very good." The nun smiled. "So-"

Her voice was drowned in the chants that sounded, and the overwhelming golden light fell from the sky and applied to her. In the golden light, Garvel Loken closed his eyes. The voice of Instefan No. 3 rang in his ears again. Full-scale bombing, those civilians whose flesh and blood were corroded by virus bombs and finally turned into a pool of bones in screams of pain...

Thunderhawk gunships streaked across the sky, and those who were supposed to fight with them took aim with their own hands, bombarding their fort with deadly fire. Those scenes crossed in front of his eyes one by one, and finally they were fixed in one picture.

In front of him stood the only remaining brother, amidst the fire and the roar of those who stomped on the bones of those they swore to protect, trying to kill their brothers with swords—he heard his own voice.

"We are the Shadow Moon Wolf, and we will fight to the death."

Then, he heard the nun's voice.

"—We bless you, Garvel Loken."

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Revenge.

He Shenyan closed his eyes and a voice whispered in his ear. He saw a giant kneeling in front of 'him', surrounded by soldiers kneeling and praying devoutly, looking like a position. The smoke of gunpowder was still rising behind them.

"Interesting." He chuckled and muttered to himself. "Saint Celestine? Ah... seek my help? Blessing?"

He opened his eyes, and Angron looked at him in confusion, wondering what the **** he was doing. The mage didn't have the mood to explain, he just raised one hand, and the huge psychic energy entered the subspace with his mind in an instant, and the brilliance of the star torch was brilliant, as if it had been expected long ago. The psionic energy was sent to Terra.

"You're really setting the flag down." He turned his head and said softly, as if he was talking to someone. Angron raised his eyebrows and realized something.

"It's her?" he asked uncertainly.

He Shenyan turned his head and gave a mysterious smile, but he didn't tell him the truth. The Lord of Red Sand had to roll his eyes and stopped asking.

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Steve slumped his shoulders, and a very vicious shoulder bump made the squeaky, disgusting spider trying to grab him retracted its tentacles. It's not quite accurate to say that it's a spider - all eight legs of this thing can shrink freely, and there are many stripped human faces on the purple carapace, which looks blasphemous and weird.

Steve thought he was used to it, he had been to **** with the mage a long time ago. There he saw quite a few unacceptable monsters and killed many of them with his own hands. But none could compare to what he had seen in the two days he had spent in the hive.

From the great demon who was killed by him at the beginning, to the more and more strange creatures in the back, he had to admit that he was really disgusted.

"Sister Andrea!" He swung the flaming sword to dismember the demon, while not forgetting to command the leader of the battle nuns who had been fighting alongside him for two days.

"Take your people to block the exit on the right, they can't get into the power plant!"

"Follow the order!"

Sister Andrea is a senior nun who belongs to the Order of Battle. She has a great record and is very beautiful, but Steve is even more impressed by her fierceness in battle.

He met this team of combat nuns who were sent out on a mission but were besieged by demons two days ago. Steve joined the battle without saying a word. After slaughtering the Slaanesh demon army, and cutting a leading Secret Keeper into a dozen sections, they exchanged mission objectives with each other and found that they were exactly the same.

The Grand Sister sees this as a revelation from the Emperor, and Steve is noncommittal, he just wants to get the job done. This mission must not fail. Absolutely, not.

The power plant in the inner layer of the hive is hundreds of meters high, and the energy contained in such a huge building can be imagined. Steve doesn't know why these Slaanesh demons are always entangled with them here, not joining the battlefield outside. But he was also not interested in knowing that Guilliman made it clear to him that the power plant must not be lost.

The explosion is even just a small problem.

Guilliman's worst assumption of this was that they used that enormous energy and profane ritual to tear a huge chasm in Terra once again. Although there are portals all over Terra now, none of them are particularly large.

The battle lines were widened, but there were no particularly large armies, and if they succeeded, the consequences would be dire. At least the front was pulled, and they were forced to abandon some important facilities that had been recovered. In the worst case, the entire front will be tilted here, and the demons will have a major advantage.

By then, the situation can be imagined.

Steve looked up at the right exit of the power plant between the killings, they were inside, the core of the power plant. He couldn't understand the purpose of those thick cables, but his sensitive psionic energy could help him perceive the huge energy in this huge facility.

The power plant has a total of two exits, and the thick steel seals all the rest of the space, and the demons keep trying to enter through these two exits, giving their defense some geographical advantages. He stared at the exit on the right, and psionics suddenly gave him a warning of danger.

Through the Emperor's personal transformation, he can see some things that ordinary people can't see. Psionic power is very convenient, but also very dangerous. Steve strengthened his mind, took a deep breath, and stared.

At this moment, in his field of vision, the dark exit door on the right turned into a savage mouth that was eager to devour, and was about to devour the nuns who knew nothing. Heartfelt anger welled up in his heart.

Steve narrowed his eyes, the flaming sword was shining brightly in his hand, he threw it fiercely, it whistled, and fell like a cannonball into the demon pile at the right exit.

In the explosion of psionic flames, a dozen low-level demons of Slaanesh were melted in an instant, and they screamed and died, and the function of the brain to convert pain into pleasure did not work at all. The morale of the nuns was lifted.

"Sister Andrea!" he shouted again, using a psionic boost to make sure she could hear her voice. "Hold my sword! Quick!"

The nun did so immediately. The shrunken version of the chainsaw in her hand was still deadly, inflicting a massive wound on a naked-brained Slaanesh demon in her way.

Its brain turned into a sticky substance, she stepped on the disgusting and sticky thing, and the chainsaw sword was thrown on the ground by her, and then she stretched out her hands and held the flame sword. The hilt, pain followed. But there are other things.

A special warmth filled her body immediately, and the nun's eyes widened, she had never felt so special before. Joy rose in her heart as if a warm sun was shining on her herself. However, Steve's words brought her back to reality immediately: "Swing the sword, nun!"

He growled filially: "Swish the sword!"

So she swings her sword.

A round of the sun rose in the power plant, and countless demons turned into pillars of fire in an instant. Their filthy and filthy etheric flesh met the psionic power and met the nemesis.

Sister Andrea's eyes widened in anger, trying her best to control the flaming sword that was shaking like a wild horse in her hands, and a screeching full of resentment sounded in her ears.

A pink-purple naked and hairless monster appeared in the darkness, raised its arms to cover its face, and kept backing away. Sister Andrea gritted her teeth, and she approached it with a roar with her sword raised, her boots stomping on the ground making a noisy sound. UU reading www.uukanshu.com mixed in the screams of the monster.

However, the big nun should have been deaf. Her ears were dripping with blood, and so were her eyes. She bleeds from seven orifices because she saw something that mortals should not see. But she's still going because her faith is so strong.

She doesn't waver, she doesn't back down. Can't see anything, can't hear anything, but still going.

"I forsake you, devil!"

The nun's voice overwhelmed its scream, filling the dark power plant with the light of the flaming sword: "You blasphemous monster, go back to where you should be! Go away! Get out of our world! Get out of here! You don't deserve to stand in front of us!"

Her face was completely distorted, and her hands were also burned by the flaming sword, leaving only bones. But she still held the sword and moved forward step by step - forward - and finally, she stabbed the sword into the body of the thing, which let out a short whimper and turned to ashes in an instant.

The flaming sword fell to the ground, and Sister Andrea trembled and lost consciousness. Several nuns with tears in their eyes immediately hugged her back, and Steve strode over, stretched out his hand with a gloomy face, and the flaming sword flew back into his hand.

A surge of psychic energy flowed from his hand, and finally stopped by the cheek of Sister Andrea for a moment, soothing her pain at this time.