Chapter 529 Looking for Teammates
Hell Gun, this weapon was something he never looked down upon. In fact, for Rokasna, apart from the weapons equipped by poison blades and Titans, as well as death missiles and naval bombardments, no long-range weapons can pose a threat to him.
Making bullets escape their trajectory and making artillery explode before firing are just tricks.
But this little trick can only be done with the support of psychic energy. Rokasna looked at the Hell Gun, wondering whether the shield he could barely hold up could block the Hell Gun's scorching laser.
The hell gun fired, and it could be seen that the robber using this gun was also an expert. Each laser shot hit almost the same position. Rokasna tried his best to support the shield, but it only delayed it for a second or two.
The shield shattered, the psychic energy backfired and impacted Rokasna's brain, and the laser penetrated his body, roasting his internal organs.
Luokasna lay on the ground in pain. He never thought that he would be so weak one day. He raised his heavy eyelids and saw a pair of blood-stained iron boots. The iron boots were raised high, ready to crush Rokasna's head.
He sighed and lamented that plans always failed to keep up with changes. He was so incompetent that he could not take care of the principal's worries. Lokasna fell into coma.
When he woke up again, he found that he was lying on something, which was soft and warm for his mortal body, but a little hot and sad for his soul.
Opening his eyes slightly, he saw a black-haired woman looking at him with concern. Rokasna opened his mouth to say something, but his lips were blocked by fingers.
"Shh. You need to rest for a while."
The gentle voice made Luokasna a little obsessed. He didn't know whether this was the reaction of the mortal body, or whether his nature as the ever-changing Demon Lord gave rise to a layer of possessiveness.
I really want to make her into a puppet.
Luokasna thought so, and then closed her eyes again.
In his sleep, he saw the parchment appear before his eyes, with new words appearing on it.
"Move with her."
These words dissipated, awakening Rokasna again.
Jumping up suddenly, gasping for air, Luokasna looked at where he was.
He was on a bed in a room. Judging from the traces and texture of the walls, he should still be on the ground floor of this unknown hive.
There were no clothes on him, just bandages wrapped around him. Lokasna struggled to his feet, draped in white washed sheets, looking for the parchment.
"Damn it. You can't throw it away." Rokasna looked for it nervously. That thing was a trading contract and couldn't be thrown away.
"Are you looking for this?" A familiar gentle female voice sounded. Rokasna looked back and saw the same beautiful-looking black-haired woman with heroic and confident eyebrows standing at the door.
She waved a parchment scroll in her hand and recited the words on it emotionally.
"The writing is pretty good. Is this text from some holy book?"
Rokasna did not answer. He had not seen the above verse in any book. It was most likely newly made up by Tzeentch or Carlos.
"This is a draft I wrote when I realized the Emperor's truth."
The woman's expression did not change, but as a great demon of Tzeentch, Lokasna's ability to observe words and emotions was not inferior to that of any lust demon. He could see the scrutiny behind the woman's gentle and kind face.
As long as something was a little wrong, he would definitely die at the hands of this woman.
"Really?" The woman smiled softly and sat beside Rocus's bed. She stuffed the parchment into Rocus's hand and lifted up the sheets he used to cover his body.
"Wait! Madam!"
Naturally, Lokasna wouldn't be shy about such a trivial matter. After all, he had seen a lot of Slaanesh's tricks. However, he understands the state of mortals and knows when to manipulate this body to show its most normal state.
"Haha. There's nothing to be ashamed of. Let me see."
The black-haired woman moved her hands quickly, and her soft tone contained a toughness that could not be denied. She lifted the sheets and used her fingers to trace the bandage on Rokasna's body.
A touch of sacred golden light bloomed on her fingers. This pious light could not be observed with the naked eye, but it did deeply shake Rokasna's soul.
What a majestic and magnificent divine power. All the bishops he had seen could not match one ten thousandth of the power of faith in her.
Lokasna felt trembling, his soul trembling violently. He used all his strength to protect his soul from being burned by the power of faith, and controlled his body to perform as it should.
The place scratched by the woman's fingers trembled, and Luokasna also made an expression of enduring the pain.
"Okay, it's quick. You'll be fine."
The woman comforted Rokasna and placed her palms against the bandages. She healed Rokasna's wounds and rejuvenated his failing internal organs.
"Thank you." Rokasna was sweating on his forehead, and the pain from his body and soul was tormenting him.
The faint smile on the black-haired woman's face never disappeared. She suddenly narrowed her eyes, pressed Rocasna with both hands, and pressed Rocasna on the bed with a strong posture.
"Miss?"
"Shh. Be quiet."
Seeing the woman's face getting closer and closer, Rokasna closed his eyes nervously, blushing like any simple boy who had little contact with beautiful girls.
This awkward posture lasted for a while, and Rocasna felt that his hand was free. He opened his eyes and saw the woman standing by the bed, rubbing his nose with his hand.
"You are indeed fine, your injuries are all healed."
"Uh. Was it a medical examination just now?"
"Well. You can also think of it that way. It is a kind of medical examination. I can smell the stench of bad things."
The woman nodded her nose proudly, then twisted Rocasna's nose like a prank and turned away.
"Wait a minute." Rocasna shouted, and the woman also stopped at the door, turned her head slightly, pointed half of her ear in the direction of Rocasna, and at the same time, one hand quietly touched the hilt of the sword.
"Can I ask your name?"
"Oh?" The woman turned her head and blinked at Rocasna. Rocasna also cooperated with blushing, and lowered his head, pretending to be shy and not daring to look into the woman's beautiful eyes.
"My name is Celes, what about you, young boy?"
"My name is Roca."
"See you tomorrow~ Roca~" Celes waved to Rocasina, then lifted the curtain and left. The sound of children cheering and Celes's comforting laughter came from outside the door.
Rocasina sat on the bed blankly, looking like a teenager who fell in love for the first time.
Principal. I already know what I should do.