Chapter 525 Redemption

The Wind Angels, a unit belonging to the Holy Rose Convent, are often mistaken by their sisters, the Seraphim, who are similar to them.

The same tactical positioning, the same equipment, the same organization, and even the same class within the convent are the "results" they show on the outside;

Different origins, different selection criteria, and even different promotion paths mean that they play completely different divisions of labor and definitions in the "divine" organization of the convent.

The latter does not need to be elaborated, it is almost the pinnacle of the non-transformation system in the imperial force.

Each Seraphim is the most outstanding warrior and deserves the respect of everyone inside and outside the convent.

The former actually has only one selection criterion, that is, people who can listen to the Emperor's edict.

Yes, this is the definition of the Wind Angels, and it is also their "special" mission.

Each Wind Angel comes from a sister who is considered to be able to "listen" to the "Voice of the Emperor" for a long time after being identified by the ritual.

And it is these "puzzle"-like voices that will make them gradually lose the ability to communicate with their comrades as time goes by.

They still have a strong will to fight and are still willing to take up arms to fight for the Emperor, but their poor communication skills make them almost independent of the entire company.

So unlike all other military organizations, which have promotion paths from low to high and from bottom to top, the ranks of the Wind Angels are very strange... they are reversed.

Only the newly promoted sisters who are confirmed to be Wind Angels will be appointed as the commander of the squad while maintaining a certain communication ability;

And when their connection with the Emperor becomes closer and they lose the ability to communicate with the outside world, there will naturally be successors who will take over this position.

Padilla is such a "lucky person".

When she just completed her tenth year of service at the grassroots position (the sisters of redemption, medical sisters, and assassins of the Death Cult are not included), she was only one step away from being promoted to a clean angel representing the elite.

"Fantasies" and incomprehensible "voices" began to appear in her mind from time to time.

In this way, the purity ceremony became the only way to distinguish whether she was contaminated.

After experiencing that life-or-death ceremony, she became a glorious Wind Angel, and on the first day of joining this special unit, she was awarded the title of Wind Angel Squad Commander...

Unlike all her predecessors, Padilla did not have the opportunity to gradually lose her language ability during her long service.

On the contrary, after experiencing the Battle of Fal, she became the first of this generation of Wind Angels to "listen" to the voice of the Emperor...

But the problem is that the voice she heard came a little too late...

The trap of the rebel legion appeared almost at the same time as the omen in her mind.

And Selvie fell in front of her, her mind and body were on the verge of collapse.

In the slowly opening door of the church, she also saw another familiar figure.

That was the person they were most familiar with, and the person that this battle nun had fought side by side with countless times and trusted the most:

The state church priest-Kachinsky.

This traitor who betrayed his faith walked in the forefront of the rebels in a dignified manner.

It was the appearance of this person that explained the doubts that Padilla had been hiding in her heart - how did the enemy know about them and how did they know about this secret place.

Padilla fainted, but she did not lose consciousness completely.

Her consciousness seemed to be pulled out of her body by some force, and she ruthlessly "observed" the entire battlefield from a bird's-eye view.

Inside the main entrance of the church, rows of armored rippers were marching out;

At the end of the two streets, two rows of tall shield guards were slowly approaching.

Countless figures, gray figures, emerged from the shadows of the corridor.

The only feature was the dark green eyepieces on the uniform helmets and gas masks, and the Agrippina laser guns in their hands were their standard weapons.

The two teams filled the empty streets, and at the end of their vision behind them, the engines of armored vehicles were faintly roaring.

A team of at least a thousand people, not counting the soldiers occupying positions in the shadows.

Padilla thought in his heart, but surprisingly without any fear or anger.

The enemy really valued them. Just from the number of these soldiers, we can tell that this should be at least a complete company of the Star Legion.

Her sister was retreating, dragging her body to try to occupy the building opposite the church.

But both the enemy and she knew clearly that they were dead.

This amount of manpower might have room in mobile warfare, but this was a defensive war, and there was no depth at all.

To be fair, the building plus her remaining sisters were just people waiting to die in front of an enemy of this size, who would be eliminated in one or two waves of attacks.

And the enemy had to consider nothing more than the cost of killing them.

Time, or blood? It made no difference to these traitors.

As long as there were one or two waves of attacks or waiting for the tanks' artillery fire to be in place, this resistance was a flame that was destined to be extinguished.

And all she could do was watch her sisters die meaninglessly in this nameless corner because of her stupidity and carelessness...

Was she willing? How could it be!

Was she angry? certainly!

Then the flames accumulated in the soul, and the soul was struggling violently!

"Emperor..."

She had chanted this holy name countless times, but only this time did she feel fully committed.

The desire for revenge made her burn everything she had, even the instinct of self-protection was ignored!

"Please listen to my prayers!" Padilla's soul was weeping, and even the reflection in the warp had bloody tears falling.

The ancient starry sky was moved by her soul at this moment, and the existence of Terra in the distance was also moved!

"Please give me the power of revenge! Please give your servants a chance to stand up again and clean up the dirt that should not exist in this world!"

Will there really be a response?

Padilla's thoughts were swaying, and then she felt ashamed of her wavering faith.

But when her soul prayed with the most humble attitude, what was waiting for her in the void was still endless coldness and silence...

"It's my fault..." Padilla began to reflect.

Seeking help from the Emperor was her extravagant hope and transgression. Thoughts and beliefs have never been a transaction, and the existence of the Emperor is not the old god!

She re-examined her short life and beliefs, and reconfirmed the reason why she first learned the name of the Emperor and knelt in the monastery.

Duty is not a burden, and faith is a reward!

Padilla, who mustered up her courage again, had no hesitation. Her soul was sublimated in an instant, and she understood the source of power without a teacher.

A golden Mars appeared in her soul, and the moment the Mars appeared, it began to burn with all her existence as fuel!

"Now!" Padilla's soul shouted loudly, and the soul fire that burned everything also responded to her call!

The wind angel, who felt the existence of the flesh again, opened his eyes in the arms of his comrades.

And the ancient and distant existence also lowered the golden crown representing him and the white wings representing the pure will of mankind at this time!

"As you wish!" said the voice.

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