The electromagnetic attachment devices on the legs of the Power Armor create a strong grip that allows the Chaos Space Marine to run freely in a gravity-free environment. Counting the iron giant, whose armor weighed nearly half a ton, was accelerating his charge, and the power sword was raised at his shoulder, shining with an ominous blood-red light. As heavy footsteps followed from my feet down my body to my ears, the distance between the enemy and me quickly narrowed.

I squinted, lowered my swords, and hunched my waist, ready to meet his charge head-on. The enemy has lost the most crucial jetpack, and I don't want to tarnish this glorious duel with any more power that doesn't belong to mortals.

My chainsaw could barely slice through his armor, and the Power Sword was a model smaller than his, and my combat experience was vastly different. But the Emperor is above, and my ability to predict most of the time has allowed me to see my moment of victory!

The distance was reduced to only ten meters, and it only took two strides for him to attack me. And I, too, clenched my twin swords and prepared myself for battle and victory.

Just as I was ready for the onslaught and counterattack, suddenly, a dazzling light burst from the floor not far from me, enveloping the raptor warrior who was making a fluttering gesture in the air.

Hot melt jets! I was the first to recognize what it was, and I thought of the hot-melted mine I had buried under the floor. The magnetic induction fuse makes it as effective not only as an anti-tank, but also against a hoplite covered in steel.

Due to the temporary blindness of my eyes, I was unable to fight back effectively, so I had to crouch down and cross my swords above my head to protect myself. However, after taking a hot melt bomb that can blow up even a tank, it would be too bad if the Raptor still had the ability to attack.

After my eyes cleared, I turned to look for the enemy, and saw the mangled body under the wall not far away, only the upper body. In that moment, the hot jet that was enough to melt all the metal had already turned him into ashes from the waist down, and his upper body would not have been able to save it if he hadn't been in a forward posture in mid-air.

No matter how desperately the power armor secretes adhesive, the truncated wound on the torso is completely irreparable. Under the action of internal pressure in the body cavity, the blood and internal organs in his upper abdomen were rapidly spurting out, and they were pulled by the vacuum environment and flew into the distance. However, the powerful Chaos Space Marine is still alive at this time, and the blood-red eyes on his helmet are bright and uncertain, as if he is scolding me for my shamelessness.

I shrugged innocently and gestured to him that I really didn't know there was a mine beforehand, that the enemy was buried by your people, and that it was not my fault that there was no friend or foe identification device.

I feel a little sorry that I couldn't kill him myself. It is a commendable courage that he can come to fight this battle even after all his comrades have died, and such a man will not die by the sword but by an accident, and he himself will not be blinded - but he should be relieved that the emperor himself has manipulated fate to judge him. On the day of his rebellion, he should have been able to foresee this moment.

Just as I was about to turn away, I saw Aishwarya break free from the mechanical priests who were mending her armor and walk towards me. Her armor hadn't been repaired, and she was still suffering from the vacuum, only recovering a little from the snorkel that had been inserted through the hole in her mask. I didn't yell at her and immediately went back, seeing her hand towards my sword, I knew what she wanted.

Instead of giving her the sword, I took out my unloaded pistol, stuffed a special armor-piercing bullet into the chamber, and handed it to her. In the battle, her own pistol had already been lost, and her current state did not look like she could still hold a sword.

"Go and end the battle, I didn't interfere from beginning to end, this is your victory and glory." I made sign language to her.

Looking at the nun approaching him, the bird of prey also stopped its futile struggle and made a calm appearance of death. Perhaps he also thinks that it is much more comfortable to be able to die under a bullet than to be tortured to death by vacuum and pain. With the strength of the Space Marine's physique, if we leave him alone, he can still live in despair for a long time.

The Raptor's helmet is a part of the MK5 "Raven" type power armor, and its distinctive beak-shaped bulge makes the armor highly resistant to bullets fired from the front. But now, when an identical blaster shoots an armor-piercing bullet at his forehead at an absolutely vertical angle, the helmet can no longer protect the head inside it. As the muzzle of the gun burst into flames, the raptor's forehead and the back of its head splattered with blood, and the red light of its eyes on the helmet quickly dimmed.

After this shot, the nun finally reached her true limit, fell into a coma, and the whole person no longer made any movements, floating there softly. The mechanical priests next to her naturally wouldn't watch her die like this, and immediately surrounded them to continue their repair work, more than a dozen tentacles operated electric welding, gas welding, plasma welding, and repaired more than a dozen wounds on her body in less than half a minute, the only flaw was that there was no way to take the glass mask. But this is not a problem for these mechanical priests who serve in the navy. I saw that they took out some sealing tape and wrapped the nun's helmet tightly several times, leaving only a small observation window at the eye.

I opened the valve of the gas cylinder and inflated the armor, and sure enough, there was no further sign of air leakage. A mechanical priest reported, "Repaired. ”

After another moment, the long-dormant armor moved twice, and the nun woke up.

"Go and rest," I said, pointing to the Chimera chariot, "your battle is over, and there's no major danger ahead." ”

"No, Your Excellency, Lieutenant Colonel. I disobeyed the military order and deserved to be punished. She insisted on walking up to me and getting down on one knee.

I was taken aback and subconsciously tried to dodge, but I still stood still for the sake of face.

Does she really want to be punished? No kidding, only the nuns have ever punished the guards, and no defense force has ever dared to question what the nuns have done. What she is doing now must be just to make me look better, after all, it is a very humiliating thing to be blatantly violated as an officer who gives an order. Since she gives face like this, I naturally can't lose her face, otherwise her convent will trouble me at that time.

"Any act of valor must be encouraged and rewarded, and the victors need not be condemned. So, Seraphic Angel Aishwarya, please get up. I said solemnly.

Compared with cowardly acts such as escaping from battle, this kind of disobedience to military orders caused by hot-blooded superiors is actually more troublesome. After all, the former only needs to be shot, but what about the latter? Those thorns who dare to play with their lives at a critical juncture, if they unfortunately get away with their lives, then they can also hold a grand memorial ceremony to praise this great spirit of sacrifice, and by the way, use their deaths to warn the consequences of disobeying military orders. If you can come back alive after playing with your life, then it is really difficult to do, and it is difficult to reward or punish - an individual's brave behavior can greatly boost morale, and lead a group of less brave people to become brave, if you really deal with those thorns according to military regulations, you don't expect anyone to fight with enthusiasm in the future. So our usual attitude is neither to encourage nor to oppose, and to treat it coldly. But the thorns had better go to the officers to admit their mistakes and make up for the damage they had suffered, which is one of the popular unwritten military rules in many armies.

However, the nuns, who have always been known for their rigidity, will not have this kind of unspoken military rule in the team of nuns? I've given face like that, she still kneels on the ground and can't get up, is she really admitting her mistake sincerely?

Or are you waiting for encouragement and rewards? Judging from the nuns I am familiar with, it should be more likely.

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