……

Two days ago.

Pamenho.

Aolans walked alone on the way to the standardized dormitory.

Her blaster is loaded and ready to be fired, ready to kill anyone if she pulls it out.

As he walked, Aolans remembered what had happened yesterday.

She met Mathieu.

The legendary Great Monk, the War Apostle of the Primordial Body, Lord Mathieu.

Mathieu proved to the nuns that the girl who appeared to be a witch was not a witch, but a true living saint.

And this living saint himself would appear in the prophecy known to Mathieu.

She has a sacred mission.

Salvage the original.

Mathieu asked Iolans to do something.

Bring out the girl who was ordered to be taken into custody by Kiliman, and send her to the battlefield where the original body is.

"I will do whatever it takes, Lord Mathieu."

Aolans muttered this.

She said that to Mathieu yesterday.

Before entering the standardized dormitory, Aolans saw a group of nuns gathered at the door, she nodded to her sisters, and led the group into the dormitory.

The Silent Nun and the Protocast Space Marines, who were in the room next to the girl, immediately got up when they saw Iolans, but they were immediately overpowered by the fire of the other Battle Nuns.

Eventually, Iolans entered the room labeled with the forbidden land label and met Colonel DeWallus, who was having dinner with the girl.

"Nun?" Dwolles immediately got up, reaching for his waist while pretending he didn't know anything, "Is there anything wrong with you?" ”

A gunshot rang out in response to De Walles.

The bomb pierced Dwalles' waist, shattering everything from his waist down, including his outstretched hand and the gun pinned to his waist.

The contents of DeWallus' backpack were all scattered.

Some photos of his daughter.

Small half box of potions.

A sphere.

The girl shuddered with fright, and cowered in horror in the corner and looked at Iolans.

"Listen." Aolans knelt down and hugged the girl, "I have to take you away, but these people won't let me take you away, we are each our own master...... I'll atone for my deeds, but you have to come with me now, okay? ”

Hearing this, the girl glanced at DWallus, who was lying in a pool of blood, and nodded.

Iolans immediately left with the maiden.

But just as the nun thought she was going to take the girl away without hindrance, a blue glow flashed in the room where DWallus was, and then a flaming Space Marine, activated his jetpack in the hallway, flew up to Iolans, grabbed the red-armored nun's neck, and crashed through the wall and into the ruins.

This flaming Space Marine is none other than Lando.

"You did as the Lord of Tyrone said." Lando grabbed the nun's neck with his left hand, clenched it with his right hand, and punched the nun's force response armor helmet.

Grote gives De Wallus a teleportation beacon, and both men think it's just a souvenir.

But in reality it is not.

Only Lando, who did not leave with the 44th Regiment and hid in a corner of Pamenio, knew that this teleportation beacon was for him.

Three days earlier, the Lord of Tyrone had communicated with Lando in a separate manner, in which he had prophesied that the nuns would forcibly rob people and let Lando intervene in the matter.

The order given by the Lord of Tyrone was simple, to have Lando communicate with the nuns and the soldiers who were guarding the maiden, so that Aolans would not rob people by killing people.

It's all good intentions, but they end up killing each other, which is not good.

The Lord of Tyrone also said that it was impossible for DWallus and the auxiliary soldiers to listen to other people's orders, and the nuns were not obedient people, so he hoped that Lando would use his fists to force Iolans to calm down, and finally achieve an ending where the girl could be taken away without killing.

But what the Lord of Tyrone did not predict was that Lando and the nun had a personal vendetta.

"You killed a conscientious auxiliary officer! You executioner! ”

Lando was enraged by Iolans' behavior, and he never expected the nun to enter the house and blow up DWallus's body without saying a word.

Aolanth tried to block Lando's fist and explain, but her hand could only pull Lando's arm twice, and her mouth full of armor shards could only let out a few meaningless whimpers.

Lando's fist attached to the clay steel fell again, and Iolans' head shattered in response.

Seeing the nun's death, Lando calmed down, and after a little thought, wiped the blood on his hands, and went to the corridor as if nothing had happened.

The Silent Nun and the original cast Space Marines are still fighting the Battle Nuns.

Lando threw a gravity mine to knock everyone unconscious, then tied up the nuns, ran to DWallus's room, and took the potion and stuck it on the dying Dwallus and the other wounded.

There was one last potion left, and the last one of the dead.

As long as the soul of the deceased is not out of the body, then everything can still be saved.

"May your soul return to the Golden Throne." Lando spoke to the room where Iolans' body was located, and placed the last potion in the storage layer.

After doing all this, Lando looked at the girl.

The girl blinked at Lando.

……

One-Ounila.

Motarian looked at his brother.

Kiriman angrily rebuked Motarian, scolding him for succumbing to subspace creatures, succumbing to witchcraft even though he didn't believe in the existence of witchcraft, and installing witchcraft machines everywhere in the Five Hundred Worlds.

Motarian, on the other hand, rebuked Killiman as a lackey of the puppet emperor.

"That guy created us to be his servants and a stumbling block on his way to becoming a god!"

"You are not a fool, but your stupidity is beyond my expectations, you are still working for this so-called father, you don't even know that you have become a tool of this tyrant, if in the future human beings become the sacrifice of his gods, you will be the number one sinner of the human race!"

Kiliman, for his part, refuted Motarian.

"You think you're on the right side, but you're sowing destruction for humanity, you're orchestrating your father's so-called conspiracy to ascend to the gods, but I don't see him sacrificing any humans, I only see you as a lackey spreading plague and suffering in Otlama!"

Faced with such accusations, Motarian was unconvinced: "You are so short-sighted, you see only destruction, and I see prosperity." The present destruction is only one of the cycles of rebirth, prosperity, withering, and death! ”

Motarian began to tell his fallacies again, but stopped halfway through.

"What am I talking nonsense to you?"

"Reasoning with a loyal puppet emperor lackey is tantamount to talking to himself."

The demonic primordial gaze shifted downwards to Kiliman's flesh and eventually landed on his legs.

The scythe clenched in Motarian's hand was raised.

Kiriman immediately realized what Motarian was trying to do, the bastard wanted to cut off his own legs, and then his hands.

But just as the scythe was about to fall, everything was still.

Kirken was slashing at the demon, his mouth wide open under his helmet and "Go to the original body." The last syllable of this sentence.

The Sisters of Silence and the guards desperately slashed at Motarion, their swords slashing pus-filled wounds at the Archdemon's body.

When everything stopped, the flaming falcon Star Marine, Lando, flew from orbit onto the battlefield, and the girl in her arms was placed firmly on the ground.

The maiden walked towards Kiliman and Motarian.

She wore long white hair and walked barefoot in the muddy earth covered in venom, her eyes shining with light as she approached the two primordials, a golden glow shining behind her.

"Go to the ...... of the original body"

Kirken yelled the last syllable, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the girl.

The maiden is still walking, extremely holy.

"My lord?" A muffled voice came from under Kirken's golden helmet.

The girl glanced at Kirken.

Time flows.

The fight continues.

The girl floated across the battlefield, and a curtain of light spread out to cover the entire battlefield.

The energy that bound Kiliman was dispelled, and the demons let out a miserable howl.

The fog is dispelled.

Everyone who is exhausted has a lot of energy.

That's all the girl could do, her weak body couldn't withstand more power, but just saving Kiliman from having his limbs cut off by Motarian was a feat that would make a name for himself in human history.

"Motarian!" Killiman swung his sword and roared in rage, "Come and receive the reward of your betrayal!" ”

"Go to the primordial! Protect the Original! Kirken's roar rang out.

The Praetorian Protector had once been suspicious and hostile to Kiliman, but now he had to act to protect him.

The demons are falling.

As the Praetorian approached, Motarian raised his scythe against the Emperor's sword, and a green chasm opened behind its flapping insect wings.

"It's not time for a decisive battle yet." Motarian glanced at the girl and turned to rush towards the rift.

Killiman tried to stop him, but he didn't have wings.

But Motarian didn't flee as he had hoped, and as half of his body entered the rift, something grabbed his wings and threw him flying.

Motarian flew two kilometers before falling and crashing into a mountain.

The Demon Primordial opens the rift again, only to find itself back on Killiman in the blink of an eye.

Even together with the mountain behind him, he crossed a distance of two kilometers and went back.

Space is distorted and folded.

This power does not come from subspace, but from the darling of the real universe.

The power used by powerful beings born during the Big Bang may not be as convenient as psionic energy in some ways, but it is a force to be reckoned with in the real universe.

Boom –

There was a roar, and the dust was flying.

It's like a meteor has hit the surface directly from the universe.

But it wasn't a meteor that fell, it was a person.

He held the scepter and power sword, and the power armor on his body had large patches of damage, but the skin underneath the damage was intact, except for some dirty blood.

The heads of seventy-seven demon princes and great demons floated behind this man.

"Motarian." Qin Mo pointed to the seventy-seven distorted, blackened heads of various sizes behind him, "You will be one of them." ”

Killiman grasped the Emperor's Sword with both hands and lowered his body: "This is what happened to you as a traitor and a lackey. ”

This chapter is 3,000 words, when I am six more today

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