In the small room, the conversation gradually became lighter, and the two no longer talked about the future and goals, but talked about music.Life in the monastery is pure and regular, and during the leisure events of honing their combat skills, the Combat Nuns will also have some other lessons to serve in later operations.For example, music and art, dance and food, Eiffelal knows a little bit because what they all have in common is that they are often about how to have fun.Pleasure is the source of depravity, and if the Battle Nun does not understand why some of the targets to be purified have fallen, then it will be difficult to cut the roots of the grass.But music is also a very dangerous subject, and Eferal once had a good friend, who was seduced by Slaanesh in the sacred monastery because he enjoyed it too much, and became a monster with crooked horns on his head and a body full of twisted organs of all kinds of sensuality, which only moaned with temptation.Until the Grand Nun sensed the clues and informed the Inquisitors to arrive, she had been lurking in the convent in human form, spreading the corruption of chaos and luring others to fall, and she lived in the room opposite the door of Epheral.If it weren't for the psychic protection of Efilar and the strong will, I am afraid that he would have been corrupted in his daily dealings with demons.In the end, there was nothing to say, and the inquisitor found her, and she revealed her true form in plain sight, and was subsequently killed and purified by the sisters with flamethrowers.It was then that Eiffelal realized that the depravity of chaos had never left humanity, and that perhaps if one was not careful, he would become an evil demon.Ophelia VII's man-made atmosphere can't stop the evil gods, and the Void Shield of the Holy Abbey can't isolate the influence of subspace.When she talks to Deathbell about music, she is actually talking about how unclean music corrupts people."
When dealing with the Noise Warriors, we sing hymns aloud so that their psionic noise doesn't interfere with our sanity."
She talks about her experience dealing with Chaos, with a nostalgic look on her face, as if she was reminiscing about the good days when she slashed demons with her sisters.She sang a short more verse, which was actually the previous set of prayers of 'The emperor lightning comes and goes in the wind and rain, save the clouds for life', accompanied by an aria."
Don't you feel short of breath while cutting people with such a high profile?"
Su Ming's perspective was clear, and he asked a very embarrassing question, experienced fighters would definitely take advantage of their breath to exert their strength, it was simply a huge flaw.The biscuit-eating nun rolled her eyes, though it was a problem: "Noise warriors rarely fight hand-to-hand combat, as long as they can fight their psionic noise and sonic weapons, the benefits always outweigh the disadvantages." ”"I'll teach you a simple one, anyway, you only need to fight noise, then you should also use noise."
Su Ming blinked at her and said, "My song is not only very singable, but as long as you match it with psionic energy, you can definitely explode the heads of noise warriors." ”"Oh?
It's true?
”The nun blinked, curious.Su Ming smiled slightly, took a deep breath and sang, "Chicken, you are too beautiful, uh!"
baby！
Chicken, you're too beautiful" "No!
Stop it!
”The nun covered her ears, she had never heard such a strange tune, and the greasy lyrics, like the cries of a man tumbling in pain after falling into a pool of viscous putrid fluid of Nurgle.Before she could finish hearing this sentence, she felt like her head was going to explode.Su Ming smiled, he pushed all the small food in front of him to the nun, stood up and made an urgent leg clamping motion: "Okay, don't sing, these are all for you, I'll go out to solve my physiological needs." ”The nun covering her ears didn't hear what he said, but she understood when she saw the movement, and she said that she didn't have to tell her this at all, and she didn't care about going to the toilet.Besides, he is so strong, and the relay station is surrounded by friendly forces, and the space marines have begun to purify the battlefield, and there will be no danger.Eat another piece of chocolate.A dark green steel giant moved in the relay tower, he was holding a flamethrower, cleaning up the green scraps in the corridor, of course, the guards who were once stationed here, the pieces of the corpses were no longer separated from the greenskins, and had to be burned together.It's a necessary job, and usually such a monotonous and tedious task is carried out by a recruit like him.In fact, it is not so new, most of the newest recruits in the warband will be assigned to the reconnaissance company, and under the leadership of the veteran non-commissioned officer, they will do the most dangerous missions, equipped with only the lightest scout power armor, and no heavy weapons.After those trials of life and death, recruits are assigned to regular companies and become part of tactical or assault squads.There are many assault Space Marines in the Blood Angels Warband, who use jetpacks, always shouting the battle cry of death from the sky, jumping into the enemy pile and slashing.However, the Dark Angels, who are also called Angels, do not like to fly very much, and they prefer a well-thought-out and steadily advancing battle strategy.The unknown Space Marine meticulously pulled the trigger of the flamethrower, setting the piles of green pieces of flesh on fire, enduring the pungent stench.Next, he was going to clear the striking elevator, so that after a duel, he would have the technical sergeant repair it.But at this moment, he saw a figure in the distance of the dark corridor flashing quickly, and that figure seemed to be a little green?"
Who's there?!"
He immediately turned the flamethrower and walked over there alertly, thinking that maybe he had found something that had slipped through the net.In the name of the Emperor, the alien monster must die!
No one answered, but he heard the squeaky squeak, a kind of squirting that the greenskins often liked to raise, and which they had bred to listen to.Filthy and unclean pleasures.He was more sure of his thoughts, and strode to the end of the corridor over there, the lone greenskin was definitely not his opponent, he was sure.In the dark corridor, only the small flames of the muzzles of the jets are illuminated, and with each step forward, the darkness behind them will follow like maggots attached to the bones.The heavy sound of metal echoed through the hallway, and at the same time, the Scroogo screamed even louder.Suddenly, the sound stopped suddenly, like someone had covered its mouth or strangled the filthy pet.The warriors knew that there was a greenskin still hiding in the tower, and he wanted to avoid his own search.What a ridiculous reaction, there were less than a hundred rooms on each floor of the tower, where could he hide?
Even the shortest sound can lock your spot!"
For the Emperor!"
The recruit rushed to his feet in stride, the power armor clanged, and he slammed open a door!
It turned out that the room was empty, with only one jar in the center, and one of the Scroogs in it was still alive, but its mouth was gagged with a piece of rubble."
No!"
Just as he realized something, he hurriedly turned around, and a small figure with a whole body black suddenly fell from the ceiling of the door, and when it was in mid-air, a large cluster of pitch-black tentacles poured out of the shadow, swallowing the Space Marine in one gulp.Weapons, power armor, and people were instantly wrapped up in a package of film transformed by the tentacles, and with a strong twist, they were all squeezed into soup and crumbs, wrapped and digested."
Read the memory, extract the gene for simulation, and then we will find a wolf group, screen and compare the commonalities in their genetic seeds, and the universe will not forget their dedication.""
Huh!"
After a silent exchange, the shadow melted into the darkness again, and took the Scrooge jar, and everything was calm again, as if no one had ever been here.