Chapter 563 Blade and Angel

He only needs to shout, "Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull to the Skull Throne." Kill all the living people present, and then he can receive the grace of God, instead of killing brain cells here.

"Think about Roca, if you want to get into the team, you must fight for the Emperor."

Roca was ready to help Celes, he picked up a chainsaw sword from the ground and rushed over, but what greeted him was not the attacker's deadly blade, but a heavy kick. He was kicked away and his body fell on the table.

Roca saw clearly that this guy's blade deliberately avoided him. Although he didn't know why this man showed mercy to him, Roca decided to turn this into a combat advantage.

The chainsaw sword hummed, and Roca always found the right opportunity to get stuck in the attacker's blade's path, forcing him to change the trajectory of the attack.

A burst of bored threats came, and the attacker was very dissatisfied with this kind of battle where he wanted to cut but couldn't. Celes took advantage of the attacker's chance to change his tactics again, and the long blade passed through Roca's armpit and pierced the attacker's shoulder, and lifted the arm up and dropped it to the ground.

The attacker, who only had one arm left, could only protect himself from Celes's fierce attack, and the sharp and radical slashing could not be performed with a blade.

"Okay, Drazar, we got the things, we should go."

Drazar heard the order, and he launched a final attack on Celes. While the long blade pierced his chest, he also left a deep wound in Celes' abdomen. The blood did not spurt out in large streams, only a little bit of blood with golden light flowed out.

"Saint! Are you okay!" The surviving nuns approached, and they surrounded Celes on guard. The weapons in their hands were aimed at every corner.

"Go and see the body." Celes looked at Drazar, and found nothing, as if the previous battle was a battle with a phantom.

Roca took a few steps closer. His actions alerted the nuns. He said calmly to the nuns holding the bolter, "Let me in. I can help her."

"Let him in." Celes' voice made the nuns put down their weapons, so Roca could approach Celes.

Roca put his hand on the injured part of Celes. He closed his eyes, recited the scriptures he had written, and praised the name of the Emperor.

The mighty power of piety bloomed from Roca's hand, seeping into Celes' wounds, and dispelling the dark toxins that had merged into her blood.

Celes looked at Roca with a complicated expression. She carefully felt the pious power that penetrated into her body, and did not find any power of warp corrosion, but it was doubtful that a low-level priest could have such a huge pious power.

She had already checked Roca's life in the archives. His parents were Astra Militarum, and both died in an expedition mission. Roca was qualified to join the Loyalty Academy, but he was first accepted by the church and became a low-level priest.

In his spare time, Roca likes to go to the grassroots to preach doctrine to the people. Apart from that, he is no different from other priests.

But why does he have such a huge pious power? Is this the help provided by the Emperor? Am I witnessing the birth of a new saint?

Thinking of this, Celes's heart was full of hesitation. In the years when she served the Emperor, she had witnessed the birth of countless saints. Some saints were posthumously awarded for their outstanding contributions, and some saints were blessed by the Emperor and could show a little bit of the great Emperor's power in the mortal world.

But whether the Emperor has descended his power or not, the saints are completely common in virtue. Maybe Roca has been recognized by the Emperor for his virtue, so the Emperor will provide him with power support.

This kind of thing is not impossible. For example, the birth of Saint Sabat is similar to Roca. Before Saint Sabat served the God-Emperor, she was just a little shepherdess on a wild planet. But when she received the revelation from the God-Emperor and united mankind with the Great Crusade in the years to come, her achievements surpassed many older and more experienced imperial generals. Although her teachings often reflected her humble origins, all the people of the Empire she guided became simple and full of wisdom.

Perhaps Roca is like this. Although he is a low-level priest, this is just the beginning of his Great Crusade. He will become a beacon in this dark star zone like Saint Sabat, extending the will of the God-Emperor to illuminate more people.

"God-Emperor. I need your revelation." Celes prayed to the God-Emperor. Her words were torn to pieces by the strong wind as soon as they floated into the warp. The Ghoul Star Zone is located on the edge of the Star Torch Light. The light of the God-Emperor is particularly dim here. If Celes is in the land of Holy Terra, she can feel the power of the God-Emperor from any corner of Terra.

Now she can only rely on herself. Celes squeezed Roca's hand fiercely. She decided to use the last way to test Roca's piety.

She motioned Roca to kneel down, and pointed the long sword at Roca's shoulder. The golden flames burst out and enveloped Roca's whole body. If he was really the one chosen by the Emperor, he would be unscathed in the flames, otherwise he would be reduced to ashes.

The flames obscured Ceres's perception. Roca, who remained calm in the flames, was panicking. He didn't know what Ceres was planning, so he could only withstand the burning of the golden flames.

His outer shell was intact, but the inner demon soul was suffering. Roca's golden feathers given by Tzeentch began to burn and fall off one by one, and he was about to show his ever-changing nature as a Tzeentch demon.

In the painful illusion, he saw the shadow of Carlos appear. Carlos the Fateweaver laughed a few times, and aimed the Chinese Church Staff in his hand at Roca's body, and the golden flames were attracted by the staff.

The staff was raised high, and Carlos' hand pulled the golden flame into strands of flames. These flames traveled through the disordered space of the subspace, entered one crack after another, and appeared in many state religion worlds that Carlos had managed for a long time.

"Ignorance is also power." "True and false, real and fake."

Carlos' whispers poured into Roca's ears, and the next second Roca witnessed the grand martyrdom ceremony on the state religion world. The devout believers witnessed the birth of the Holy Flame of the God Emperor, and they were all moved. They lined up in neat rows, sang praises to the God Emperor, and threw themselves into the flames with ecstasy on their faces.

These martyrs included not only ordinary people, but also powerful imperial bishops. Their souls rising in the holy fire returned to the throne, but the ashes left behind were all obtained by Carlos using the formation.

"The pure remains of martyrs."

We are the crusaders, born to be cannon fodder and consumables. Not for me. (There are very few people with humanity among the great sages, most of them regard themselves as machines)