Chapter 449

After the final handover with the black ship, the strike fleet turned to their target and took the captured tyrant's claw

The black ship disappeared on the external feeling screen of the instrument like a vanished dream, so thorough and fast, as if the dark black ship had never existed.

When the fleet entered sub space, it was not smooth. The Geller force field on the tyrant's claw was short circuited, killing hundreds of sailors on duty at the fort.

The crew without bound soul whispered while pretending to be serious, but only on occasions that the officers could not hear.

Everyone knows what astat brought back from the black ship, and all of them are worried about it.

In the next few days, the number of people attending the prayer Party of the ship's Church suddenly soared, and more hymns were played on the radio on the lower deck.

Most of the crew have never seen combat nuns in their lives, but like every rookie in the Navy, they have heard their rumors at several docks in the star area - which naturally also contains the common ideas that dirty men will have about these women, from dirty fantasies to distrust due to violence.

Some people say that they are like female mantis, who will feast on the men who die in their hands. Others say that their ability to be bed companions is as high as their ability to be soldiers. They are not only good at bringing destruction, but also good at happiness.

In a word, the crew's fear of nuns is no less than their delusions.

However, for soshyan, these women with fanatical faith and loyalty to the emperor are really a big problem.

After all, the star Knight still has a secret that is not suitable for outsiders to know.

Fortunately, the nuns did not seem to have the idea of running around. They only wanted a cabin on the upper deck as a foothold. In view of the loss of their armor and weapons in the previous battle, soshyan also provided them with his private armed room as a place for maintenance.

Of course, it also includes the cleaned cabin.

Different from the past, in the steam filled bathroom, a graceful female body is vaguely reflected in the thick glass cover.

The snow-white and translucent skin is like a clear gem. It is as elegant as a white swan. Under the long snow neck is a well-defined shoulder, and below the chest and abdomen full of strength and beauty is the thigh with long sleeves, and then down is the slender and white calf. The high raised foot arch and thin ankles form a beautiful arc, and the small white toes are close together, Appear dexterous and dignified.

No man can imagine that such a body could defeat the powerful astat not long ago.

After bathing, Adriana Willetts first wiped her wet body with a bath towel, then wiped her short hair, then picked up a robe in front of the floor mirror, tied the buttons on her chest one by one, and covered the skin below her neck.

Her movements are neat but elegant. Even if she is alone in the room, she has a strange nobility.

Unlike most nuns selected from the orphanage, she comes from a nest aristocratic family. The family has always been deeply connected with the national religion. Since her childhood, she has been deeply influenced by the national religion and determined to become a combat nun at the age of 14.

Her armor and weapons are still blessed by the mechanical priest. During this time, she plans to go to church to pray - which has always been her habit.

Five minutes later, she came to the church on the upper deck, which is usually the place where the astates confessed, but now they are all preparing for war, and the priest yazdan is not here.

It made her look more comfortable.

From his height, the emperor of mankind looked down on miria, who knelt to the ground.

His unshakable gaze ran through the woman in the light gray robe, and under her clothes, he could see the bright white skin after bathing.

She knelt down against the church's rough stone floor.

Adriana Willetts always believed that she was defined by the emperor's eternal vision: whatever she was, she served in his name.

The nun's lips murmured, and the guide's Prayer gushed out of her mouth like a low waterfall. These words were almost a part of her. It was as easy to recite as to breathe.

At the climax of the Manifesto, she felt that the warm core of justice was rooted in her heart, just as she had felt since she took off her trainee robe and made an oath.

Then she allowed herself to look up at him - Adriana Willetts regarded this action as a reward for herself.

Her eyes swept over the altar and tasted the majesty of the golden statue.

The emperor's eyes came from behind his surrounding hands and the burning hilt of the huge sword. On his left shoulder stood St. selistine. The saint's hands held two stone pigeons as if she were offering them.

On the right shoulder is St. Catherine, whose face has uncontrollable dignity.

The armor worn by stone saints is different from that worn by Adriana veletz, but its function is the same.

Thinking so, she looked at his portrait.

She looked into his eyes and imagined that on the distant holy Tara, the Lord of mankind gave her an infinite part of his holy attention, which meant that she continued to complete the latest task with his blessing.

Adriana villetz's hands overlapped on her chest, posing the symbol of the imperial double headed eagle.

"In your holy name."

She exclaimed:

"In the service of your light, please give me guidance and strength. Please let me know where wizards and heresies are and expose them to me."

She leaned over again.

"Let me act for you and make the galaxy no longer have human enemies."

About half an hour later, Adriana Willetts got up from where she was kneeling.

She noticed that there was also a side door in the main hall of the church, which was slightly open, and it was obvious that there were people inside.

Who will be in the church at this time?

With some curiosity she had never had before, she walked over carefully and looked in.

At this time, a miniature chapel was made of steel, and the bulkhead was full of prayers. The biochemical fluorescent strips in the center of the room showed a weak yellow light, in which a tall body stood tall.

He has a brave face. Under the dim light, his solidified face is as firm and unshakable as marble. His dark eyes are like the endless and deep void outside the ship. There is no light, but Willetts feels that his soul is trapped in it.

What he faced was a small imperial sculpture with the same shape as the outside, but it was very simple without much decoration.

Surrounded the room in silence.

With a blink, soshyan surprised her a little here.

She observed the war leader for a few minutes and found that the other party was motionless, like a javelin, even without blinking her eyelids.

This gesture confused her, because no matter what kind of prayer should be, he made her feel more like——

In a daze?

Just thinking of this, the other party's head suddenly turned to her position.

"What's up, sister Adriana Willetts."