"Susanna Daphis?"

"It's me."

"Congratulations."

“…”

The newly formed combat nuns, the Martyr, is holding its first award ceremony. It comes from the honors personally awarded by the God Emperor, and the living saint Susanna Defes is rarely in a glorious moment. The senior officials of the Empire were waiting patiently and gracefully. These combat nuns are religious madmen. For a favored person who was personally inquired by the God Emperor, he, the real power figure in the Interior Ministry of the Empire... is just a small ant.

The God Emperor, this name represents the infinite respect and love of the millions of subjects of the Empire. In this era when the emperor was walking in the mortal world again, the Shangqing Conference was like walking on thin ice, working for his master tremblingly. Even though He had never intervened in government and military affairs, this giant pillar supporting human society still had unparalleled influence in any corner of the Empire.

The boundary between man and God is blurred in this name.

Susanna Daphis just suddenly remembered some past events that made her unhappy. The appearance of this living saint has not changed compared to a year ago. His long silver hair is hanging down to his hips, wearing a slender and powerful armor with gold and silver, and a tall and beautiful figure that a normal woman does not have. She is a container of holy light, a messenger of the favor of the God Emperor, and a preaching sage who spreads His oracles...

And a mother.

At the front of all the nuns, next to her was a male child who looked about eight or nine years old. Like his mother, he had white hair and even his eyebrows. His handsome face was like a son of god, and his pupils... were strangely pure white. His thin body was covered in thick ritual costumes, which looked a little funny.

When the living saint's eyes swept over him, the emotions revealed were hard to tell whether they were hatred or pity. A large part of her infinite honor today came from him, this unclean offspring. However, this strange child was blessed by the God Emperor and overwhelmed the authority of all people.

"Mom..." the child whispered. "I'm afraid..."

The living saint cut him a fierce look and said nothing.

During this year, she experienced hellish experience. This strange child made her mock her in front of others and behind others. She wanted to remove him from her belly again and again, but the fetus had indescribable vitality. Ling Yu from the top... made her unable to find anyone who was willing to cut her belly open. She wanted to cut her belly open, but found that she had been closely supervised and still wearing golden armor.

Does her "meritorship" mean that she attacked the worm star with those visitors from another world, accomplished the great cause of destroying this star, or gave birth to the descendants of this demon? She didn't want to know the answer.

The Dawn Expedition has lasted for a whole year. She always looks forward to going to a strange space filled with chaos, participating in this great expedition that can sublimate her soul, and personally stomping into the heart of evil chaos with a sword... But she was forcibly imprisoned in this monastery for a full eleven months! This house arrest life continued until the demon's fetus landed, and then grew rapidly at a speed that ordinary people could not understand.

"Your army has gathered here." The mature politician gracefully handed her a cold "scepter". His greedy eyes turned on the sword for a long time before leaving reluctantly. This "scepter" was a one-handed power sword. She held up the sword, with perfect balance, and was made by the master. The devil skull treated with potions was embedded on the hilt of the sword. It can be judged from the appearance alone that this is a famous sword with a long history.

Works from Vulgan. She was slightly shocked when she saw the signature of the Salamander Legion Primrose on the blade.

The Salamander Legion Primrose, the primrose of the Salamander Legion, is the gene primrose with the same name as the ancient Vulcan, which has the same excellent skills as the Vulcan in Greek mythology. All of the Vulcan works that have been passed down to this day are rare soldiers that are hard to find in the world. As a warrior, Susanna has now pressed Susanna as a saint. She respectfully knelt down on one knee and saluted to the gift of the God Emperor. Her smooth forehead is close to the cold blade, allowing the fiery holy light to communicate directly with her mind.

"Your weapon is already in your hand."

When the upper class was concerned, the efficiency of the imperial bureaucratic department was improved by 800%. A strengthened nun group was formed from all directions. The new sacred scriptures, extremely abundant resources, a teaching group composed of veterans mobilized from the other nuns, and the best new recruits selected from various star fields... were gathered into the "Martyrs" at any cost.

“Your direction has been pointed.”

"I only wish to die." said the living saint humbly.

From today on, the "Martyr" Cultivator will drive the entire army, break into the Eye of Fear, and join the reinforcements from all over the Galaxy to form a torrent of countless soldiers, and unswervingly break into the evil lairs, and earnestly achieve success in one battle. Following the footsteps of the father of mankind.

The ceremony was perfect, but when she walked off the stage, the white child tripped and fell to the ground, groping around for something that could support. His eyes did not look like some excellent mutation, but a physiological defect that made him unable to see things clearly.

"Mom..." The sobs of the toddler sounded in the solemn church. Susanna stopped for a moment and then continued to strode forward.

He has been taught many times that he has to get up by himself if he falls. The children have struggled to stand up among the nuns. The religious fanatics who are not squinting form a wood of steel. He fell in the woods again and again, groping and standing up again and again.

Susanna taught this teenager named "Babbel" first lesson with her personal experience: No one in the world can rely on except herself.

He went through the long steel jungle with a stumble and walked forward with his mother. Only in this matter he would not get lost, because his mother... was a ball of extremely hot holy light, burning with heat.

Priority transmission rights: Encryption/delta/Zhu Hong

Recipient: Judge Eric Donn

Topic: Special order

From: Demon Judgment Court

Daily Thoughts: Hope is the first step to embarking on the road to disappointment

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Dear Judge Eric Donn.

Congratulations on your achievements in the expedition. Your vision and your selflessness are valuable assets of the Holy Hammer Cult. However, this is our third warning that a judge, even if he is the least experienced judge, has a worth of his life than 100 million people. The reports we have received indicate that the "political commissar habits" you are in are impressive.

When we need a political commissar, we will find a political commissar. If you are a judge now, do what the judge should do.

In return for your loyalty and courageous contribution, the Inquisition has a new mission to deliver to you. I believe you still remember those who fought side by side a year ago, please return to the real universe as soon as possible. We need your latest report, the latest report on the Dawn Expedition, including the new evil spirits that appeared and the "big demons" you have witnessed.

The specific information will be communicated orally by another judge after you are in place. There is already someone waiting for you at the airport of the Gate of Cadian.

Attachment: Please enter your personal authentication key

...The genetic information verification has been completed.

...The password verification on the same day was completed.

...The brain wave verification is completed.

Attachment 1: Martyrs Fighting Sisters, Susanna Daphis profile

Attachment 2: Presumed Alpha-level Psychist, "Prophet" Babel Daphis's profile

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Transmission completed

"The Gate of Cadian" is not a real gate, nor a planet in the universe. It is a name for a zone. In the largest channel between the real universe and subspace, the only small area with stable space around the "Eye of Fear" in the Milky Way is called the Gate of Cadian.

One of the most brave and warlike armies in the Imperial Guard, the Cadian Commando, whose source of the source is at the Gate of Cadian. The local specialty produced by this planet called Cadia is a soldier and one of the best soldiers in the Galaxy. They used their flesh and blood to resist the attack of Chaos for about 800 years. Because of their special geographical location, the Chaos Army that surged out of the eyes of fear repeatedly regarded this planet as the focus of their attacks... However, as a fortress for the empire's heavy defense, Cadia never fell, even in the several attacks of the great plunderer Abaddon.

During the Dawn Expedition, the Gate of Kadian once again attracted much attention because of its geographical location. It is almost the material transit of the expeditionary fleet and one of the most important transportation centers. This also increased the military defense force of Kadian once again to the point where it was almost impossible to be captured.

If you mark a schematic diagram of population and material flow on the Milky Way Star Chart, you can see how brilliant Cadia is at this moment, as if it is different from the glory of the Holy Terra (Earth).

In such an environment, the meeting between two small judges seemed inconspicuous. No one knew how many senior judges were spying around in Cadia. Two judges with short-term promotion years could hide themselves well by these big figures.

Eric Donn carried his suitcase. The person waiting for him was too conspicuous. A large piece of people in the airport was empty, and the person involved seemed to be unaware of anything.

"You are not suitable for being a spy." The former political commissar and the current judge commented. "Five minutes after you arrive at a planet, the rats in the sewer also know that you are here."

"Just from the inconspicuous appearance, you are very suitable." Ai Progast stood in the corner wearing a gray windbreaker. Although this gene thief mixed-race man put away his extra claws, he was still very conspicuous. If her judge's ID had not been confirmed repeatedly, she would have been shot to death.

"...Thank you. Although I know you are not complimenting." Tang En took out a candy from the political commissar's coat and stuffed it into his mouth, "Long time no see, how are you doing recently?"

“I am the judge. So are you.” Progast pointed out this plainly, “It is a breach of information security protocols to talk to in public, unless you can convince me that it is beneficial to perform our duties.”

"...Thank you for your concern, I'm pretty good lately." Tang En raised his head unbearably, "Apart from my orderly soldier being put on by a sealed demon when he was stealing my dry food, I had to cut off his neck with my own hands."

The two shook hands.

"Your hand." Progast's eyes rolled.

"A lesson, 'Don't touch something that looks like a cursed with your hands'. I promise I will never forget this sentence in my life." Tang En took off his left glove and exposed his imitation prosthetic limb. "Besides it is expensive, it's quite good. His strength is a little bigger than before."

"What a pity." The mixed-race judge commented in a concise manner.

"No, I don't quite understand what your 'sorry' means. And please don't show that predator look, I'll shoot."

After a simple greeting, the two quickly got to the point.

"Oral information" may be a bit difficult for Progast. Her choice is to take off her right eye and hand it over to Donn. The latter took out a broken servo skull from the suitcase and embedded her eyes into the sockets of the skull to exchange information.

The two left the airport and took a flight in an atmosphere provided by the local department. After more than an hour of flight, they arrived at a secret base that was not marked on the map. However, the "secret base" may have reached a level that is not a secret on this planet.

"That's right, the Empire has been gradually receiving help from people from different time and space that they worked with a year ago." Tang En tried to summarize the materials he had read, "But our enemies have the same aid, right?"

"Well. I've read your report." Progast's two claws were unconsciously slightly bent and stretched. "You have witnessed the battle of the demon planets in subspace, which once appeared powerful enemies far more than ordinary demons and even above the demon prince."

"Yes." Tang En's face couldn't help but become gloomy. "The Holy Hammer Cultivation Society was born against demons... I have fought side by side with those knights. But even those knights have never seen such a demon. Looking at what I have seen, only those people from different time and space have such power. Or I am facing the evil god head-on. If it were the latter, it would be a miracle that I could still stand here consciously and clearly."

(To be continued.)

ps: My mom’s friend’s child came to play at home. After a day of hard work, I cooked, cooked snacks, and played games with movies... I only slept for five hours, and I spent the night at my house. After sleeping in my bed, I could only go to the sofa... I want to die.

The second warhammer scroll is approaching the end of the story. The dormant enemies will take one by one on the stage, and our plane travelers will soon face the battle with the best adventurers in this universe.

I will bring you the best stories I can.
Chapter completed!