The reason why Bernartita stopped the mortal soldiers who were angry and bloody from directly beating Baier into a sieve was for no other reason.

The command of the expeditionary fleet had already obtained the ability and general style of the organic canon from Promelia, and she knew that the canon was not large in size, and it could be carried around, and if the soldiers shot Baier to death, it would inevitably hurt the relics, and the 6th Expeditionary Fleet would not be able to explain to the bullet star at all.

If Bair hadn't taken the full canon with her, but had gone into hiding somewhere else, she would have had to spare him so that she could find out the whereabouts of the relics.

Now that Karen has begun to collapse due to the looting of the treasure in the ruins, they have only heard a simple description of the appearance and have not seen the whole text, and they have to find a small electronic file on the planet, which is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

The Blood-Drinking Demon Sword has been pressed against his throat, and Byer, who is unable to live or die, has the only way to survive by handing over the full canon, this Bernartita understands, the Anglican priest and the engine prophet in the team understand, and Byer himself should understand.

Crazy or cruel, Fabius Byer has always been a thoughtful man, otherwise he would not have survived the chaos forces of the jungle until now, and he would have escaped if he had cheated the Bearers.

In addition to the martyrs who died for their beliefs, only reckless men would be in trouble regardless of life and death. Bernartita thought so.

But she was wrong.

In addition to martyrs and reckless men, there is another situation that can make people put life and death on the line, and that is the passionate impulse after being carried away by anger.

This is exactly the case with Bayer right now.

"Wow——! Die! I'm going to destroy you!! ”

Fabiusbayr's features were twisted and pulled, he had no sense in his mind, he was furious, he was mad, the ebony claws of his left arm had pierced Bernartita's waist and abdomen, and his mouth kept coming out with a grosh cry that did not look like a doctor.

"You ......" Bernartita gritted her teeth, and the dark anger ignited directly from the depths of her soul, hot and cold, like falling into purgatory, like falling into an ice cave.

She tried to plunge the Bloodthirster into Bair's throat, but the body had lost half of its strength, for a sharp staff embedded in the skull had pierced her chest from the other direction.

- The Staff of Sadism, Fabius's iconic weapon. The staff originally belonged to a demon prince known as the Cruel Marquis - Sh'lacqclak, but Fabius killed the demon prince and snatched the staff, setting the skull of its owner into it to complete the final forging of the staff of sadism.

This weapon, which even demons feel as desecrated, can magnify the slightest sensation into the most intense pain, and with the influence of the remnants of the slaaneous pleasure curse on Bernatita's body, no one can imagine the extreme sensory stimulation she endured in this moment.

Once you know that kind of thing, once you taste that kind of excitement, I am afraid that the whole life will be boring in the future.

If there is a later.

With a clatter, the gold and iron clashed, and the blaster blessed by the Cast Sage fell out of Bernastita's hand, and the pitch-black flames burned fiercely, burning her soul and body to ashes at the same time, and she no longer had the strength to pull the trigger, and the sword in her hand was also freed.

Immediately after the weapon was removed, Bernatita's body also spasmed and collapsed, but her senses were already too sensitive, and even the time it took to feel slowed down.

"Die! Die! Die! Wha!! ”

"Whew! Provoke!! Hee-hee-hee-hee!! ”

Fabius Spair's staff of sadism stabbed the inquisitor in the abdomen.

The soldiers who reacted did not hesitate to pull the trigger, they already realized that the inquisitor was not saved.

Pulsing beams of light rained down like a torrential stream, and Bernatita's body burned and fell in the rain of light, and the last seconds of her life were so long for her, as if every second was as long as 10,000 years.

Lightning-fast pulsing beams were as slow as falling bird feathers in the eyes of the dying Inquisitor, and Beyer's devastating actions to destroy her body were slowed down, and Bernartita watched her intestines be hooked inch by inch by ebony claws, and somewhere in the depths of her consciousness, a forbidden pleasure arose.

"What a joy it is......" Bernartita muttered. In this moment, her understanding of the Book of Pleasure came to a new level.

"—what a blasphemy!"

A mid-air roar brought her consciousness back to reality, and her perception of time, which had been slowed down by sensory stimulation, immediately returned to its original state, and beams of pulsing light rained down, piercing the bodies of Bernartita and Fabius Bayl together.

Two battered corpses fell in the darkness, like a rainstorm that had broken plantain leaves.

"It's hot, it's cold, it's hot...... It's so cold......"

The torment of the pitch-black flames kept Bernatita's consciousness last awake before she died.

She saw Fabius Spair go berserk before he died, and the dozens of mortal soldiers who were closer to them were all set on fire with black sparks.

Then he saw a giant in golden armor come out of the crowd, his face blurred, but behind his head hung a blazing sun, radiating a bright light that made no darkness hide.

Bernartita watched as the pitch-black flames quickly extinguished in the light, and in the blink of an eye, there was no giant, and out of the crowd was nothing more than a robed psionic, with cracked skin and shriveled flesh, like a piece of air-dried firewood, which looked extremely comical.

"Huh?"

The Truth Monk, who had silently retreated behind everyone before the battle began, frowned slightly: "Why are the two Spirit Banshees I brought suddenly brain dead?" ”

His doubts are destined to go unanswered, and Karen is about to collapse.

I saw the Emperor Saint Deamond, who had been burned dry of flesh, quickly walked through the crowd, removed the ebony claw of Bair's left arm, and struggled to hold it in his hand.

Two soldiers tried to help him, but were refused.

"This is a cursed relic, and those who have not reached the peak of the peak must not take it, otherwise they will be bewitched." Dyamund said, struggling to wrap the Ebony Claws in layers with his robes and hold them in his arms: "Take Bair's corpse, and let's go!" ”

The confrontation with Bair was thrilling and tragic, but it was not long, less than 10 minutes, but there were heavy casualties.

They spent most of their time hurrying and cleaning up the mutant monsters they encountered along the way, and they didn't have a chance to explore the ruins properly, and they won't have that chance again.

The tremors have spread to the surface of Karen Star, large swaths of the crystal mountains have shattered and collapsed like avalanches, a large number of mortal soldiers have been buried in the hedrons with mutants, and the entire planet is disintegrating, only the Cyberlux Warbody, which was evacuated by teleportation beacons, has managed to escape.

But the strange thing is that under the leadership of Diaamund, the team that went deep into the ruins evacuated unexpectedly smoothly, and they should have been the ones with the most casualties.

Seeing that the last evacuated transport plane was not far away, one of the soldiers carrying the body of Fabius Baier could not help but ask: "Great saint, why do you ask us to take away the body of the traitor, but ignore the loyal soldiers who are buried on the altar?" Or at least let's gather the bones for the Inquisitor......"

The Astartes with armor have all moved, and bringing an extra female corpse will not delay the evacuation.

The saint held the ebony claw in both hands and shook his head slightly: "Everything has a price, and there is no reason to blindly ask for it but not pay it." Take her with us, and we won't be able to go. ”

The soldier groaned as if he didn't understand, but the Anglican priest who followed the saint was shocked.

In Gorgothic, "she" to address a lady and "she" to address the deceased are two completely different words, and here, the sage uses the former.

(End of chapter)