Chapter 564 Don’t Think Too Much
The ashes covered Roka's body and golden feathers regenerated.
"Take advantage of your ignorance and confusion." Carlos only left these words for Rocca before disappearing. The flames covering his body dissipated, and Roca appeared in front of Celes unscathed. He opened his eyes, and Celes was secretly amazed by the light of sincerity.
The feeling that Roca brought to her in both soul and body was the same as that of other saints. Seles put her hand on Roca's head, circled her fingertips, and a halo appeared behind Roca's head.
"You have the approval of the God-Emperor, Roka."
Seles spoke softly, and the nuns also bowed deeply to Roca. No one had any doubts about the God Emperor's choice.
"But for now, let's deal with those invading aliens."
Celes flapped her wings a few times, and she led everyone to support the various areas invaded by the Dark Eldar. Celes was flying in the sky, her hands holding Roca's waist, like a bomb hanging under an Imperial fighter plane.
"Maybe those aliens are trying to capture you for a ritual. I've seen something like this before." Celes talked about the past, but Roca didn't care about these things. He suddenly understood what it meant to take advantage of ignorance. It’s good to be well-informed, but knowing too much can make people’s thinking too complex.
Roca didn't know how long Seles had lived, and how many kinds of sacrifice formations laid out by demons and aliens she had seen. But he knew that if it was just a mortal bishop or inquisitor who came to deal with the situation, there would definitely not be so many trials and searches waiting for him. Those relatively ignorant mortals would only send him an explosive in the name of the emperor. Play, it's that simple.
"So you understand?"
"Ah. I understand. Then should I protect myself?"
"You should protect yourself, but since you have been chosen by the God Emperor, you must charge forward." Seles pointed to a plundering ship in front.
There were boxes with spikes hanging under the plundering ship, arms and frightened heads protruding from the gaps. The warriors who plundered the ship also discovered Seles. They controlled the artillery and fired. The dark light emitted by the dark spear could tear through the armor regardless of its thickness and material, and could even directly obliterate infantry units.
However, Seles is very resistant to this purely material weapon. The feathers shot out from her wings collided with the dark light, and the psychic power rushed towards the muzzle along the dark light, destroying the stable position of the dark spear. Bursts of annihilating explosions wiped out the artillery piece and its crew.
"Now it's time for you to grow up. I'm going to help others. Come on." Seles smiled, grabbed Roca's neck with one hand, and a dove bloomed in the palm of her other hand.
Then something incredible happened to Roca. Roca saw Celes wrap his body with psychic power, and swung out the pigeon with her other arm. The pigeon cooed and penetrated like a cannonball. The outer deck of a plunder ship.
"Oh. Are you going to throw me in too?" Roka asked weakly, and then received a positive answer from Seles.
Seeing Roca plunge into the hole in the outer deck, Seles did not forget to throw a chain sword at him.
Fluttering her wings, Seles shuttled through the sky and landed in the center of the battle. Every time she appeared, she inspired mortals and nuns to fight more ferociously and fervently.
The blows suffered on this planet were not serious. Seles only felt that these sporadic attacks were more like small strategies to attack the east and the west. The dark elves must have other goals in attacking the Anglican Church and the tombs of these saints.
She saw a very conspicuous battlefield from a distance, which was the Ancient Museum of St. Codegas. This museum, which carried countless histories, seemed to others to be the same as a church. There was only one person stationed here. There are a group of battle nuns, and the rest are clerical nuns. They are responsible for repairing cultural relics and writing books.
The museum has been destroyed into ruins, the circular dome collapsed, and only a few scattered stone pillars are still standing. The surrounding open spaces and building wreckage were filled with corpses of the Dark Eldar, and various vehicles burning with purple flames were horribly damaged.
But what surprised Seles was not the corpses everywhere, but the Space Marines moving among the ruins. These Space Marines had three different paintings and logos, which meant that they came from three different battle groups.
These space warriors occupy favorable terrain and are divided into two teams to face off. The smell of gunpowder smoke is quite strong, as if their guns will go off in the next second.
Celes' arrival undoubtedly attracted everyone's attention. The bright golden light and white wings were very obvious. Celes was used to being stared at, but she also heard the discordant voices among the warriors.
"Sanguinius's child? Is he still alive? And married?"
"Oh my God. This can't be the reincarnation of Sanguinius."
Seles frowned. She landed in the center of the battlefield, hoping that someone here could give her an explanation. Two extremely tall Space Marines stepped forward, and Celes could feel their eyes colliding fiercely, creating sparks.
"Hello, child of Sanguinius." Chagatai looked at Seles with a complex expression. These wings always reminded him of the warm-hearted brother he once had.
"Is your father really Sanguinius? I mean, is there really anyone who can withstand the level of a Primarch?"
"You are so disgusting. How can you be just like the depraved Fulgrim."
"Haha. You know nothing, you barbarian. This is scientific research."
"Scientific research? Do you mean how many turns it takes to mix plastic steel concrete? Or how many shovels it takes to dig a trench?"
"What did you say, barbarian?"
Perturabo was furious. All his weapons were activated and he fired at Jaghatai at close range. Jaghatai quickly drew his sword and cut off several explosive bombs. He moved closer to Perturabo, trying to close the distance to make it difficult for Perturabo's heavy weapons to be used.
But just like tanks have close-range anti-infantry weapons, Perturabo's armor also has this function. He laughed mockingly, and the armor on his chest cracked. Several flying discs were ejected, creating a dazzling light like the sun and a loud sound that even the Primarch could not ignore.
The Khan's habit of not liking to wear a helmet eventually brought him trouble. If he was willing to wear a helmet, the effect of the flash and sound would be greatly reduced. Now he could only rely on the tenacious support of his flesh.
How strong was the Primarch's body? The light that could directly blind the Space Marines only caused a few tenths of a second of blindness in the Khan's eyes, but the confrontation between the Primarchs was enough to end the battle in these few tenths of a second.
The Aida were unable to prevent the awakening of a powerful Necron dynasty.