Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 347: Bold Declaration of Love Battle Assembly

"My friend, this is the ward for the Anglican nuns. The rooms for the local army are below the third floor." The guard outside the door warned.

But no one knew what the visitor said, and he was eventually allowed in. As soon as the other party appeared, the nuns exclaimed inwardly.

It’s not that the other person is so handsome. After all, in the eyes of the nuns, no man can compare to the Emperor, so this guy is the admirer that everyone discussed before.

Everyone was attracted by this situation. It is estimated that the newcomers did not expect so many people, so they put on an awkward and shy look, put one hand behind their backs, took off the military cap on their heads with the other hand, cleared their throats and said respectfully:

"Ahem...Hello, sisters. I am Ulysses Benson from the Timberwolves Special Operations Group of the Fifth Infantry Regiment. Um...I am here to see Sister Stica again."

The nuns giggled, while Sister Stika held her forehead and said helplessly:

"Damn it, here you go again... If I could get up, I would beat you until you can't get up."

"My love for you is real. Ever since I saw your stunning figure at the chemical plant, I have been deeply attracted to you. These past few days, I have felt stressed out by everything except thinking about you. It seems that loving you is the most relaxing thing for me!"

After Benson finished speaking, he took out his hands from behind his back, and three beautifully wrapped red flowers appeared before everyone.

Some nuns were even more excited than the suitors, and they used a little more force in their hands, pinching Stica so hard that she grimaced.

"Get out! I've made it very clear, do you think I'm testing you? Get out!"

Benson had not expected this to happen. He didn't know where to put the flowers in his hand. He just held them in the air in confusion.

The nuns all sensed the instructor's anger and dared not tease him anymore. They walked around the ward in silence. Caroline looked at the flowers and wanted to say something but didn't.

Finally, Benson lowered his arms, put on his military cap, turned around and walked out quickly.

"Huh... what a mess..."

Sister Stika said weakly while lying on the bed as if she had fought a great battle.

"Instructor...isn't he...a little too fierce? His Holiness the Pope said that we should still pay attention to our image among the public." said a nun.

Stika looked at the ceiling and was silent for a moment before saying:

“Lord Rebos is right…We are the daughters of the God-Emperor, and death has long been engraved in our souls.

Although marriage does not prohibit us, we have crossed out this option in the unspoken rules. Death is always around us. Do you have the heart to let your lover grieve alone across the sea?

We are combat nuns, and our most important mission is to protect the teachings of the God-Emperor. As for romantic feelings, let's get rid of them as soon as possible.

Shit..."

"Maybe...it's not a bad thing. Keeping some beautiful moments may be a life-saving straw at some point."

Caroline talked to herself and looked at the wooden Rebs. 66 times...The dream was too strange for her to interpret. Instead of pinning her hopes on something illusory, she should focus on the reality in front of her.

The two of them seemed to have switched places with each other. Stica, who had been more aggressive before, became silent, while Caroline moved her injured left arm thoughtfully, eager to try.

"Do you...do you have any feelings for flowers? Or...have you ever seen an orchid?"

"I have information on 1,167,990,000 kinds of flowers in my processor, and there will be even more if I access the Red Sand Database.

Your statement that orchids represent too many species is too complex, but I have not personally come across a species whose genetic sequence can be called an orchid.

Why do you ask this? "

Caroline seemed to have known this result for a long time. Maybe the time had not come yet. She just shook her head and said:

"Forget it, you didn't come here to listen to this kind of boring conversation."

Rebos nodded and said, "Lucius's body..."

"Oh!"

Just as Rebs was about to say something, the door was pushed open, and everyone looked sideways and found that the person who came was Benson again.

The other party was panting with a smile on his face. His excitement was completely different from his previous lethargy. He looked at Sister Stika on the bed with sharp eyes, licked his lips and said:

"I quit. I want to follow the Ecclesiarchy team and travel the starry sea. Anyway, I will follow you. I don't care about anything else."

"Are all men brainless?" Stika turned his head and said helplessly.

"Yes, my lady sister, so-and-so said that love can make people blind. I am indeed feeling a little top-heavy now, ahahaha."

The hearty laughter was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder. Benson turned around and saw the expressionless Rebs opening his mouth:

"Can't you tell what Sister Stika's voice-over is? Ulysses Benson, Timberwolf Special Operations Team, 5th Infantry Regiment.

Didn’t the experience of being shot three times, having the third rib on the left chest and the fifth rib on the right broken, and having your liver pierced teach you that life is fragile?

For the sake of a nerve impulse in your brain, for the continuation of your own genes, you can throw away your life? Go away, the life of a battle sister is not something you can keep up with. "

Benson looked at the guy in the cloak. If his face wasn't clean, he would have thought that he had crawled out of the ground.

He had no team logo, wasn't a big guy, had a sour face but didn't have the murderous aura of a soldier. If he wasn't in front of his crush, Benson would have let this kid see what special warfare was all about.

"Huh? How do you know... Hey! Hey, buddy, you said I was trying to continue the family line, but I think you're the one who's thinking about two balls and a stick.

What manufacturer produced you as a robot? Do you know what love is? I think you should be the one to leave. You don't know how to read people's expressions. Can't you see that the nuns don't like you?"

Benson shook off the hand above him, raised his head and chest and said proudly, if he knew that the man in front of him was the hero who saved the world, how would he feel?

"*...that's quite apt..." Sister Stika secretly exclaimed in amazement.

Caroline laughed in silence and thought that Benson really dared to speak. She then looked at Rebs, whose face was a little gloomy, wondering what the other party was thinking.

"A man must conquer mountains, and Sister Stika is the mountain of my life. I have been muddled for thirty years, and now I finally have a goal, and I will never let it go!

I have no other skills, but this one thing that I can do to keep clinging to you. After all, the life is mine, and I have the final say on who I die for. I just regard it as serving the empire."

"Okay! Well said!"

Not only Ian who came in thought it was a good idea, but the nuns and even Stica also secretly agreed. However, she quickly reacted and signaled to the Pope to show her some mercy.

"The missionary team is in need of passionate warriors like you. The power of the Crusaders, nuns, and priests alone is far from enough. Only when everyone takes action spontaneously can the Emperor gain more faith and radiate more power!

It just so happens that the Holy Reason needs fresh blood, and you, who have combat experience, can already find a proper position on it. But then again, missionary life is very hard. "

Benson waved his hand and placed the flower technique on the bedside. He looked at Stica who closed his eyes and didn't want to look at him and said:

"It's not hard. If you have hope in life, there is nothing you can't endure."

Ian nodded happily, seeming to agree with Benson's words. He didn't even ask the other party to avoid suspicion. He turned around and told the others the latest news.

"Fifteen minutes ago, the choir of the Holy Reason intercepted a star message sent to this planet. The source was legitimate and the danger level was marked as five out of ten."

[Star language warning..Star language warning..Star language warning

4200. Be careful of the exiled rebel warbands. Driving a light cruiser, the preliminary estimate is about half a company of heretic Astartes and about space pirates. 】

"Damn traitors, damn the Great Rift, the message is still too slow..."

The servo skull began to broadcast, and Ian touched the double-headed eagle necklace on his chest and sighed. Everyone felt the same way.

[2. Imperial organizations on any planet are prohibited from accepting any members from the Fire Covenant Chapter, and are prohibited from providing any type of assistance.

All the imperial planets that receive the message, regardless of the battle situation, must dispatch at least one frigate to the area marked in the star message to wait for instructions. 】

"It seems that there are new places where the gospel of the God-Emperor needs to be spread. However, the Fire Covenant... Sir Rebos, do you have any information?"

Rebos did not answer. He seemed to become even more silent, but his face became more rosy.

[3. The order was issued by Inquisitor Harrington of the Inquisition. All planets and imperial organizations that have been idle or slow to send troops must undergo the next round of heresy inspection.]

"I know the Inquisition, but I'm not familiar with those stubborn Inquisitors. Lord Rebos, do you know..."

Ian's words were stuck in his throat because of the terrifying murderous aura bursting out from this emotionless man.

He seemed to see twisted threads of the mind entwined and intertwined, like some horrific thing that was staggering and trying to break away from the body.

Benson, who had previously secretly laughed at the other party for not looking like a soldier, now tensed up all his muscles. In his eyes, the other party was no different from a mad beast.

He felt like his life was in danger just by standing there. If Sister Stika on the bed hadn't helped him up, his legs might have gone weak and he would have sat down on the ground.

Caroline's pupils shrank. She knew that the other person had also recovered the missing memory like him, but the ending did not seem good. The broken mouth was pieced together, but the broken scars would never heal...

This time, Rebos did not find the answer he wanted from the virtual data, because the past buried deep in the corner suddenly emerged from real flesh and blood.

He got some obscure clues from the prisoners, and thought that he could uncover more secrets by following the clues, but the other party's death cut off his way.

That hazy memory has always shrouded his heart. He knows that the truth he is looking for is very important. It is the vague mumbling lingering in his mind.

He had not found the answer he wanted from Lucius's body, which had made him want to slow down for the time being, but he did not expect that someone would directly tell him the result of the question.

That name... that name that made him furious... that guy who only had a stinky face in his broken memory...

"I'm going to go look for that guy."

The distorted shadow returned to the body as the sound appeared, but everyone knew that the thing would not disappear. It must be lying in wait, waiting for the moment of thunder.

Ian glanced at Caroline. Even the dumbest person could tell what was going on at this moment. The Inquisition was an imperial organization that no one liked, let alone an internal xx Inquisition.

But he wouldn't get so angry just by hearing the name. To be honest, that feeling was so outrageous that the murderous aura might even blow out the candles in the shrine.

A man who was as frugal with words as with gold and as quiet as a lake, actually experienced such a mental fluctuation after hearing the news about a certain chapter and the Inquisitor.

In addition to the brothers who have shared life and death, there will be enemies who will fight for life and death, and this time... there may be both.

Ian hoped that he was wrong. After all, this choice would affect his stance. It was not a simple matter of helping or not helping...

But Caroline didn't think so. She was glad to recall the other person's memories. Although it was not good, it was at least the life he had experienced.

She now roughly understood what the Divine Emperor wanted to express in the dream, to protect Lin Heng and find their common past.

...

“Let the families in the city behave themselves and close down all the businesses that need to be closed down. No matter what the final result is, this planet will no longer be ours.

The Ecclesiarchy world is not bad, at least it is ten thousand times better than dealing with the Inquisitor... I can buy a new one from the Astrological Hall. At worst, I will have to work hard for a few more decades."

"Then...are we still going to continue preparations for the Divine Emperor's Ascension Day?" asked the noble.

The planetary governor pondered for a moment and said:

"Of course, I really want to rely on the church to stabilize people's hearts. Even if it is a subordinate organization, it is not unacceptable. There may be many benefits... Continue to do charity with those church deacons. Maybe the Emperor of God will really protect you and me."

The planetary governor watched the departure of the ship through a telescope on the nest tower, and was extremely grateful to Pope Ian for his help, first saving his planet and then contacting the Inquisitor on his behalf.

Facing the rebels, surrendering and showing weakness might give them a glimmer of hope, but facing the Inquisitor, it seemed that there was no solution to any problem.

Six hours later, the fully prepared team boarded the Sacred Reason in the airport. The huge ship slowly accelerated to escape the gravity of the planet and headed towards the lonely and indifferent space.

No matter how the storms outside blow or how the dust hits, in that quiet room without windows or doors, the dusty and closed sea of ​​heart is stirring with completely opposite waves.

"The Covenant of Fire..."

Rebos panted, the first time he really came into contact with his past self was when he killed a strange old friend on Planet xx, the huge battleship that had been eaten away and was full of scars, and the nest full of insects.

Now, the plot of the story has become fuller, and fortunately the process is relatively uneventful, but... the puzzles that are about to be faced do not seem to make people feel happy.

"The Covenant of Fire..."