I've seen a lot of situations where the battle nuns don't follow orders and act on their own, so there's no need to make a fuss. In fact, generally speaking, the discipline and military literacy of the Combat Nuns are higher than those of the ordinary defense army, but they only obey the orders of the superior within the state religion, and never look at the defense army.

Although the situation is urgent, I can afford to wait. It is clear that the battle is coming to an end.

In just a few moments, Ashwarya had already fought the raptor for two or three rounds, and although she didn't do any real damage to her opponent, she did succeed in entanglement the opponent, allowing us to calmly deal with the four Chaos Space Marines stuck in the transition pod. Now that we have our hands free to concentrate on the raptors, the Seraphs are in an absolutely disadvantageous position.

There were already several obvious wounds on her power armor, both those left by the power sword and bullet marks, and although there was no bleeding, it was clear that there was gas leaking, which was already on the verge of fatal injuries in a vacuum battle. On the other hand, her opponent, the Raptor still looked intact in his armor. Supposedly, he had been hit by more than ten shots, and even the best of luck could not perfectly withstand every bomb, but the power armor of the Space Marine was completely different from the nun's, and it was a kind of glue that solidified quickly, and they could repair some simple injuries on their own, at least without leaking.

At my command, the two sentries pointed their noses upwards and made a ready-to-attack stance to shoot at Aishwarya as soon as she was away. The Sentinel Mecha with only two slender mechanical legs is not very stable, and the shooting accuracy is not very high, especially when equipped with a submachine gun with a huge recoil weapon, but the flying Raptor itself is not such an easy thing to hit, even with professional anti-aircraft artillery It is difficult to knock it down, and it is actually very good to use bullets to spread larger Sentinels for fire suppression - what if any cannonball is lucky enough to be blessed by the Emperor? Although the caliber of the submachine gun is small, it is a cannon after all, and its power is not comparable to that of a mere explosive shell.

When I looked up, Ashwarya, who was almost at the end of her rope, still had no intention of evacuating the battlefield. She grabbed her explosive pistol and shot out the entire magazine at the raptor on the other side, sparking a spark at his helmet, then pinned the chainsaw sideways in front of her, activated the jetpack and charged at her opponent.

The raptor didn't care about the bullets that hit the head at all, and opened his backpack and swung his sword straight away.

Each dragging a blazing tail flame, the two elite assaulters passed by like two meteors. The Raptor quickly turned and braked, hovering in mid-air, without any additional injuries on its body. However, the Seraph, whose tail flame was extinguished, continued to fly farther and farther away by inertia, disappearing into the darkness far away from the dome.

With psionic vision, she could still see that her soul fire was still vigorous, but her vital signs were significantly declining. The communication channels were still connected, but all that could be heard was the rustling of the background, as if the inside of her helmet had completely turned into a vacuum.

I guess I'm suffocating from lack of oxygen. She carried only a compressed gas cylinder on her back, which was used to provide both breathing and the jetpack to burn.

In that situation, I was still mindless and blindly moving forward, and I was speechless at this kind of foolishness - I just had to wait for us to win.

At this time, the enemy is hovering and easy to aim, and even a sentry can easily make a starting hit. One of the two sentinels is equipped with a laser cannon, and I'm sure a single blow will wipe out that raptor. No sane officer would let go of such a good opportunity to attack, but an inexplicable emotion suppressed my reason.

"Don't fire." I gave the opposite order to the Navy soldiers in the sentry.

Drawing my two swords, I left my group and stepped into the relatively open hallway in the shadows. Raise your power sword and point at the enemy in the air as you take off your breathing mask and spit out a mouthful of phlegm. Usually, the consequence of doing this is likely to be phlegm falling back on your face, but in this gravity-free environment now, even the sputum has an absolutely straight trajectory like a laser. Flying a distance of several tens of meters, the phlegm landed impartially on the bullet-riddled helmet of the raptor, which was as accurate as my marksmanship.

In the face of such a provocation, the bird of prey did not immediately attack, but just hovered in mid-air and looked down at me. Maybe he's seen something wrong with me.

Not everyone can directly expose their face to a vacuum, let alone move freely in a vacuum without any protective gear like me. Even a space soldier with a superhuman physique will still die from the pressure of his body after being exposed in a vacuum for a long time. When not attacked, the minimal psionic shield is completely transparent, but if you look at it from a different angle, you can still see a slight distortion of light. I think the other party has already guessed my identity and approximate strength.

But I don't think he's going to back down. Space marines are fearless, even if they mutinied.

Sure enough, after a moment's hesitation, he struck as he did when he first appeared in front of us. Contrary to what I had imagined, he didn't swing his sword, but he accelerated the whole time, curled up to meet the impact, and fell from the sky like a flaming sledgehammer and smashed straight at me. I've seen him ram the tank, and I have no doubt that if this blow hits, I won't be able to escape the fate of being shattered even if I open the firmament of power.

But head-on confrontation is always the stupidest approach. I'd already mustered my strength to give him a hard blow from the side, knocking him away like a baseball, or at least deflecting him a little bit and killing him on the floor.

However, just as I was about to attack, I saw another flaming sledgehammer flying from the side, slamming into the raptor's body at a faster speed, knocking him off the top of my head. In the next moment, the dark red raptor slammed into the ground not far from me and bounced back into the air, the shock of distance coming from under my feet, causing my ears to ring.

After a few rolls in the air, the dazed bird of prey finally regained its balance. His jetpack had stalled and had undergone a stern deformation, apparently having broken it by hitting the ground on his back. The Raptor threw away the damaged jetpack and barely landed on the ground with a weak airflow control from the power pack on its armor.

Beside me, Ashwarya was preempted by me with a flexible force field before she hit the ground. At this time, the nun had almost fallen into a coma, and there was no longer any interference with the psionic energy around her. The scars on her body were shocking, one side of her shoulder armor was twisted and cracked, apparently the result of the impact just now, and it was conceivable that her shoulder had also been fractured. What is even stricter are the bullet marks and sword marks all over the body, those breaches are no longer spewing out of the air, presumably the inside of the armor has been a vacuum for a long time. She also received a sword on her helmet mask, and although there were no scars on her face under the shattered mask, the abnormal face showed that she was in a vacuum, as if the blood under her skin would boil and burst through her body in the next moment.

She tried to open her eyes, her lips squirming, but she couldn't make any sound. So she let go of the chainsaw that was only half left in her hand, and struggled to make a few gestures: "Return my armor to the convent and apologize to the Grand Nun on my behalf......"

"Don't give up your life until you have fulfilled the duties entrusted by the emperor!" Knowing that she couldn't hear, I replied in sign language.

As I spoke, I beckoned the mechanical priests to come over and leave the nuns in their care. Although I hate nuns, I dare not bear the responsibility of letting a nun die by my side. What's more, her injuries look terrifying, but in fact, they are not fatal, and they can get out of danger by repairing the power armor and then filling it with air, and the mechanical priest is the best at this.

Untangle my air cylinder and hand it to the mechanical priest, and I beckoned to the birds of prey.

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