Chapter 523 Good Friday (Part 2)

Emotions are the best fuel, especially when the name of this emotion is hatred.

The battle sisters supported each other and disappeared at the end of the shadow of the hive. And every minute left for them before the imperial reinforcements appeared was so difficult.

"Are we leaving like this?" Miris asked Padilla, this was her duty as a discipline officer.

As the most fanatical Emperor believer among the battle sisters, she had the right to suspect any commander of being passive and lazy.

And Padilla herself started from accepting her teachings at the beginning of her career as a novice sister.

But this was obviously not the time.

Padilla's eyes passed over the former's injured shoulder, causing the other party's instinctive anger, but Padilla was not afraid, and looked at this former boss and mentor without giving in:

"Of course not, but our value should be placed in a more suitable place!"

"Then prove it to me with the blood of the enemy!" Miris roared in a low voice, but Padilla did not answer.

She wanted to explain, but the pain in her head made her eyes dizzy.

This pain appeared after the battle in the tower, and she thought it was just a simple concussion.

But now, this pain is getting more and more intense, like a sponge expanding in her frontal lobe, and like a pacemaker constantly vibrating in her brain blood vessels.

The spasm of blood vessels and the pain in her entire head made her think she was in a hallucination.

The current bad situation and the doubts from her comrades made it even more impossible for her to avoid her duties and have a little rest.

"Don't tell her the secret of the holy object, at least not before seeing the holy object!"

Padilla's teeth were creaking, and the pain finally retreated temporarily after reaching the peak that caused her tinnitus.

Only a few commanders knew the secret, and for this team, it was their last value.

Whether she could successfully find the holy object was something she could not guarantee. Once the mission failed, she would inevitably bear the crime of cowardice.

She could not hesitate, and she could not show a trace of cowardice in front of this harsh predecessor.

This secret must be protected until she finds the relic!

"I am the commander, I have my will! Do you want to take away the command? If not, then listen to my orders!"

"I will keep an eye on you!" Miris stared at her former apprentice and finally chose to retreat.

She smelled something from Padilla's words, and the character of this young commander made her trust him.

The short quarrel was finally over, and Padilla stood up again and looked around him.

These were two incomplete teams, and the one directly under him was the Wind Angel;

Among the four injured people, except Miris, who started serving as the main angel in charge of the vanguard and had comprehensive experience as a middle-level officer.

The remaining three people were responsible for the heavy firepower attack of the enemy angel.

Eight people, all veterans, without a single trainee nun.

And these eight veterans plus Padilla herself were all her confidence in completing this mission.

These sisters, who were either ragged or pale, were in a bad state, but no one groaned at the pain at this time.

"Let's go, we don't have much time..." Padilla said to them, and then signaled to Selvie, the only one who was fully equipped and kept alert.

After getting the confirmation, the latter nodded, tightened her belt and left.

This team needs a bright and sharp eye, and she is the only suitable candidate.

Padilla watched her go away, and the sound of armor and swords scraping came from behind.

The members who were not injured silently carried the heavy equipment, and then turned around to pull up the injured sisters.

And Padilla turned around and saw this scene, walked to the corner and pulled up Miris who was struggling.

She ignored the other party's resistance and whispered to her mentor:

"Listen to me, I need your help..."

"Really?" Miris stopped struggling and turned to cooperate with her apprentice's help. The joy of being able to continue to contribute her value to the team made her temporarily ignore the shame of needing help.

"Swear on the throne!" Padilla's expression was solemn, and the trembling of his eyebrows came from the irregular pain.

"I believe it, you say it!" Miris stood firm and walked out of their hiding place with Padilla.

Although half of the team members were injured, they still supported a complete alert posture as much as possible.

"That's it..." Padilla looked at his comrades around him, and then whispered to Miris:

"Our team was obviously put together temporarily, and there was no complete tactical division of labor..."

Yes, she needed Miris's help.

Because this temporary nine-man team not only had half of the wounded, but even the few remaining people left the position in a hurry and did not have enough equipment and ammunition.

Half of the sisters here, like me, are from the Wind Angels, who are used to mobile warfare in their tactical positioning;

And the remaining sisters of the Angels of Vengeance, who are good at heavy firepower support, have become a problem that this unit cannot avoid at the moment.

They are not qualified to fight a siege, at least not before finding the sanctuary.

When the team was chased by the enemy, these storm bolters and flamethrowers became a huge burden.

Equipment is important to any soldier, and even more so in this unit known for its faith. To persuade these sisters to abandon their equipment is the same as asking them to abandon their comrades.

As for the person who can solve this problem, Padilla searched the entire team and only Miris was suitable.

She is a veteran, a discipline officer in charge of faith and discipline, her most fanatical archangel, and before becoming an archangel, she had already gone through all the basic positions in the order.

The pure angel is a special organization for such veterans in the battle sister order, and it is also a title exclusive to them.

They are the elites of the order and the reserve forces of the supervisors at all levels of the order. They are the first choice for diplomats sent to other units and the most desired military advisers by various inquisitors.

Padilla's military rank is only one step away from this position, and Miris is such a veteran.

She should have stood beside the archsister and the inquisitor with other elites who are also pure angels.

But because of her character and her fanaticism of faith, Miris finally rejected the order of promotion from the order and chose to become a discipline officer stationed on the front line of the battlefield.

"I am more suitable to be a sword than a brain, and I prefer to be an eye than a pair of hands."

This was the answer Miris gave when she faced the elder sister, and it is also the reason why she can survive and be here today.

One update, to make up for yesterday's.