Chapter 533 Disagreement and "Prophecy"

Hive, middle level, 11-03-99 maintenance area.

Padilla and his team left the secret passage reserved by the church and then walked through the complex buildings of the hive.

After passing through several pipelines and maintenance passages that had been abandoned for who knows how long, they finally arrived near the archives.

Woo...

The whistle of a distant rail train came from the broken and dirty pipeline loop.

The living waste on the ground has been piled here for who knows how long, and its original appearance can no longer be seen.

Sura, who put on his helmet early and turned on the air filter, walked at the forefront of the team.

The sewage that occasionally slipped from the top of his head disturbed the nerves of this Astartes warrior who was already highly alert.

"Stop!"

Sura stopped abruptly and raised his hand to make a universal combat gesture to the back.

The Astartes in the middle and end of the team raised their weapons and tacitly began to take fire duty.

Sylvie behind her hurriedly caught up, adapting to the knee-deep sewage under her feet, and frowning to avoid the filth falling from the sky.

"Is there a situation?" Sylvie asked, and Sura looked at her and then looked at the center of the team behind her.

There, Miris and another battle sister were closely guarding their leader.

And the person who was still arguing with Sura in the church, at this moment, closed his eyes tightly.

The lively appearance just now was obviously just an illusion. After temporarily leaving the battle, this person favored by the emperor was paying the price for the extraordinary performance before.

Her condition was very bad, especially after leaving the church.

The high fever was just the appearance they could see, and the painful groaning was the same.

In the spiritual level and even in the realm that mortals could not touch, the inhuman torture she faced had just begun.

Her soul was burning, and her eyes were full of incomprehensible fantasies.

Whale songs that penetrate the void, distorted screams that are not human, shadows that are so huge that they exceed the limits of understanding, truths that are enough to make mortals completely collapse...

Things that are terrifying enough, even the concept of the existence of things itself, are enough to annihilate Padilla's soul, and they break into her cognition uninvited.

And even though she has instinctively closed all her senses, those "things" still relentlessly squeeze and tear her soul.

But she did not die, or in countless time units that are smaller than a moment, she has already hoped to end this torture with death.

But the black power wrapped outside her soul is still firmly gathering her every torn fragment, and then reorganizing it again...

This is the perspective of that man, Padilla knows;

It is also the proof that He is the Lord of Humanity, Padilla also knows.

The source of this torture comes from the power that constantly resurrects her;

The root of this horror is that at a certain moment, she mistakenly thought that her faith was devout enough, so she dared to accept the great power from the Emperor...

The name of the Emperor made Him shoulder the "concept" of the entire human race, and stood at the height closest to God with a mortal body.

And what Padilla felt now was only one ten-thousandth of the pain He had endured daily in the thousands of years on the Golden Throne of Terra, facing countless inhuman beings in the Supreme Heaven...

Living Saint?

Is this really a kind of luck or honor?

Perhaps before she really became the carrier of this honor, Padilla did have unrealistic delusions on countless quiet nights.

But when she really got a glimpse of the Emperor's perspective,

shared "His" power,

became "His" apostle,

walked in the world in "His" name.

Only then did she know the epic and magnificent story recorded in the scriptures by the Imperial Church.

What kind of heavy power did those famous characters bear?

No, she didn't know.

Padilla's mind was confused in the reversal of time and space, and a moment of reason made her deny her own inference.

The pain she was suffering now was the result of the refraction and filtration of the "Silver Moon".

If it weren't for it, she should have burned herself out and returned to the throne after releasing the Emperor's wrath.

But it was also because of it that her soul was able to survive in the flames that burned everything, and then gradually reborn in unimaginable pain...

And those real "saints" who were active in the history of the Empire did not have her "luck".

Presumably, they could have disappeared without any worries after completing the Emperor's mission, right?

"Hmm... Silver Moon?"

A key concept was captured by her mind, and the power of this "concept" made her feel the bone-chilling coldness in the endless burning and distortion.

The brief awakening made Padilla subconsciously want to "open" his eyes.

But the gradually enveloping darkness and the gravity of the body in reality eventually made her fall helplessly, and kept falling...

"Five people, standing too scattered, he can only kill three at most at the same time." Sura simply explained the situation to Miris, but Miris had already untied his sword.

"Hey... Hey... Calm down... Calm down!"

Sura reached out to hold down Selvie who was about to attack, but the other party obviously misunderstood.

"What are you waiting for? Let me go up..."

"Silence!" Sura felt a huge sense of confusion and didn't know how to explain it for a while.

The premise of "killing" he mentioned before was to assassinate quietly and quickly in a latent state.

And this kind of "technical work" was obviously beyond the understanding of the battle nun in front of him.

Emperor! I miss home...

I shouldn't have thought of coming to this damn place!

Although the people at home have many rules, at least they are on a channel that can communicate.

And these battle sisters in front of him... well, Sura complained in his heart while turning his eyes to the middle of the team.

He originally thought that Padilla was a model of poor communication, but after a few words with Miris, he suddenly realized that the woman was the most reasonable person among the battle sisters!

The throne is on! Let her wake up quickly...

Sura at the front of the team was still trying to explain to Miris, while Padilla had quietly woken up in the arms of the battle sister whose broken arm was reattached.

This mortal who inherited the power of the Emperor was pushing away the water bottle that her comrade fed to her mouth with her weak hands. She struggled to move her dry and cracked lips, and spit out the reminder she wanted to say in the weakest voice:

"Darkness... conspiracy... Silver Moon... hope..."

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