"He's just a child..."

"Under the proposition of the future of mankind, children are no longer children."

The two figures stood behind a single mirror wall, paying attention to the boy in the robe sitting on the high platform. Wrapped under the heavy white dress, he was out of place with the recorders of the black robe around him. It was like a small beautiful and pale dream in the black world.

He was indeed dreaming, and the clerks who had strengthened their hearing and vision were fully focused, writing quickly, and recording his lightest dreams.

Most of them were meaningless murmurs, but the clerks with transformation scars on their faces were not disturbed at all, and they also wrote his instinctive moans on the scroll. Fifteen clerks recorded at the same time to ensure that there were no mistakes.

"Some people say he will be the next pope."

“Not worthy.”

"Do you say he is not worthy of the Pope's position, or is the Pope's position not worthy of him?"

"Ha." A sneer.

"His Highness Susanna Daphis."

"Um?"

"His Majesty the Emperor of God, please ask me to say hello to you."

"The fear is over."

The living saint turned his head and no longer saw that the young man was more like a scene of torture than a prophecy.

"Some people say that he is the product of the evil god's conspiracy. He and you should be tied to a stolen rack and burned to death to face the scene."

"Who said that?"

“I have limited permissions.”

"Maybe he's right."

"Some people also say that this is a new human subspecies created by the God Emperor. Just like the Space Marines to humans, they are similar to the Navigators, but they go further than the Navigators."

“It sounds very reasonable.”

"I don't think so personally."

"Please give me advice."

"I think he is just a child." The old face carved a smile under the dim light.

"I didn't expect that the ruthless and ruthless judge of the famous heretic court would also say such innocent words." Susanna Daphis turned his face slightly, "Is it because you are too old?"

"I have been in this business for more than three hundred years. Whoever is suspicious or chaste can be smelled out with his nose." The old man walked forward with a click and patted the living saint's shoulder affectionately. "Good luck."

Susanna Daphis suddenly felt that the withered hand on her shoulder was as if it was carrying a kind of power, which made her heart slightly shocked. She realized that the other party's cruel and introverted murderous aura had affected her. Even the battle-torn self, even she had a slight sense of fear.

"Don't let the sword in your hand down," said the Grand Judge.

"Don't stop until death."

The living saint raised her cloak and turned away from here. She needed a battle to cleanse her body and mind. Even if her "son" became a star in the national religion, she could never overcome her own mental obstacles and could not overcome the shadows that happened to her a year ago... Her belligerent personality became increasingly prominent, and her fighting style became more and more cruel and violent. It seemed that only by devoting herself to the holy war of mankind could she convince herself that she was still a pure national religion saint.

Under the foot of this cruiser, a red demon world is burning. The fallen Dark Mechanical God Cult occupied this world and transformed it into a processing plant of demon engines. Here, the Dark Mechanical God Cult, who do not abide by morality and laws, continue to experiment with various innovative science and technology, as well as inhuman science and technology. Even if it is apart from billions of kilometers, the living saints can still hear the endless wailings coming from this world.

The soul is stripped, squeezed, and becomes the energy of the demon engine. Negative energy overflows from the twisted and tangled structure, driving the hideous war beasts to striddle forward on the scorched earth of the world, fighting each other, fighting against the spacemarines, combat nuns, knight families, and loyal engines landed in this world.

Susanna Daphis knew that the Mechanical God Cult. Those people on Mars were extremely eager to slaughter the traitors, and perhaps what they were more eager to regain the new technologies that the traitors had developed over the past ten thousand years. In this world, only the Mechanical God Cult is qualified to collect these precious but degenerate technological innovations. If these evil inventions fall into the hands of the Inquisition, they will only end up being destroyed. However, only the people on Mars have the ability and authority to recycle these technologies.

These Martians are just birds of a feather from their former compatriots. This is the inner thought of His Highness the Living Saint. She felt that the only difference between them was their different positions.

To be fair, her consideration was wrong. The technology on this planet was so precious that the Imperial Navy could not use torpedoes that could destroy the planet to wash the ground, but instead sent troops with equal combat effectiveness to carry out annihilation wars against the enemy's living forces. A considerable part of the combat power of the Expeditionary Force was put into this world, and the "Martyr" Monastery also came to this world for this reason.

"Put me down."

"Don't you listen, what Babel just made?" said the judge behind her.

"No need. No matter what the prophecy is about to say, it will not change what I will do next." The living saint put down his helmet of his power armor, "Martyrs, join the battle!"

So a new meteor of flames fell on the planet, and after that, a new force of combat nuns joined the melee of intertwined canines on the ground and quickly opened up the situation.

Under the chaotic and dim sky, the living saint pulled out the slender power sword from the head of a huge demon, and the blood slowly slid down from the sword, revealing the exquisite Gaogothic inscription: [I am furious, I am steel, I am angels' mercy.]

In the sea of ​​corpses, she stepped over the corpses of nuns, the corpses of demons, and the corpses of the fallen demons as huge as a hill. In this wild battlefield, the corpses of giant gods piled up on each other, the corpses of demons for ten thousand years, and the newly added empires... everything merged together and turned into a magnificent and grand picture. Susanna Defez was in a corner of this epic battlefield, but the holy light on her body made her look extremely eye-catching.

In the distance, there are engines of loyalty and rebellion fighting each other, just like a battle between the Titan Gods. The artillery fire shocked the world, and the apologists and the mechanical beasts killed each other. The tide of the apologists wearing bright red robes surged up like a wave slapping on the reefs. In the end, the direction of the battlefield was determined, the Mechanism of God fell down one platform, like a mountain collapsed. In the end, only silence was left, with the howl of war that had been covered before and was only highlighted now.

Looking at the distance as if starting from eternity, waiting for her to the battlefield today. The living saint observed the direction of the martyrs' movement, then raised the martyr's military flag high and pointed forward:

"Go ahead! Stop until death!!"

"There is a saying that. War has been waiting for us since the origin of human civilization." Su Jing used this sentence as the opening remark of the high-level meeting. He looked around the four directions. All the core members were all there, and the proportion of women made him feel uncomfortable. He concentrated his mind, coughed twice in a fake manner, and then began to continue: "And this universe, and the whirlpool we are now trapped in, is a war."

"Let me tell the conclusion directly." Su Jing pondered for a moment, "In this war, our assessment will definitely die. In the extremely intense confrontation, we do not expect to win completely. But I hope everyone, please protect your own safety. Survival is the only thing you have to do. And fighting to the death is the business of the three of us."

Several people looked unanimous.

"Take this as an opportunity." Su Jing suddenly smiled, "We usually have to think about any small task seriously for so long. This time we are just doing our usual exercises again. Relax your mindset."

"Can you fight?" Someone raised his hand, "A demigod-level evil god?"

"have no idea."

“What arrangement?”

"We cannot be led by the other party." Lu Mengyao intercepted, "The other party sent the letter of war over. Should we fight them one by one? No, we have to follow our own pace. We join the expeditionary fleet and find one of the divine realms of the God of Chaos... and then rushed forward and made one first."

It sounds really simple and simple. It makes everyone feel a little uncomfortable.

"This... seems a bit simple, a little straightforward?"

"This is the general direction." Lu Mengyao lit a lady's cigarette, "Only against one, our chances of winning are really not high. But our team spirit and tacit understanding are not available to the four evil gods. These four evil demons themselves are not right. Putting those who have grudges together, all their subordinates have to fight each other. But we can cooperate with the team of Wujian, and we have an advantage in this regard."

"If you see a move, you'll try to deal with it." Su Luo pointed at the table with her fingers. She put both of her boots on the conference table, revealing a piece of black cotton socks. "If it were me, first look at what moves they would do, and then see how strong they have now from these tricks... and then avoid the real and get rid of the weak, and kill them with one move."

She blew a bubble and exploded with a puff.

"What about us?" Yamamura Sadako raised her hand and spoke with a serious expression. "Our strength may be dragged down in high-end duels."

The other people's faces were not very good-looking. Although they didn't want to hear this, the truth about Sadako Yamamura could not be ignored. In terms of personal strength, these three monsters have already left the rest. It's not about talent, but about these three people taking a step faster. At this time when their strength was moving exponentially, the strength of Su Jing, Su Luo and Lu Mengyao had obviously leaped to the forefront of the multiverse.

"Your mission is more important than our mission." Lu Mengyao shot ash, "Even if we lose, we can save our lives and escape. There is still a chance to make a comeback. But you must face the group of people of Chaos Eye and protect Yorman Gund. This is our foundation. If it is gone, we will not have to talk about making a comeback for decades."

Su Jing felt that Lu Mengyao's words were a bit exaggerated. With her current foundation and experience, it would not take a few years to start from scratch. However, seeing that her expression was serious, she might not only talk about the things in front of her. Combined with her recent experience in practicing and the inexplicable shadow in front of her, Su Jing didn't say anything and agreed to Lu Mengyao's statement.

"We... want to face the Eye of Chaos?"

"The Eye of Chaos is not a fuel-saving lamp. I suspect that when we are fighting against the Chaos Gods, this guy will definitely come to make trouble and interfere with it." Su Jing rubbed his eyes, "Now they are in the dark, we are in the light, and information is asymmetric, and this battle is not easy to fight."

"If we are not in the open, we can't stand such a big shot." Su Luo said with a smile.

"This is true, both pros and cons, and everything cannot be all good." Su Jing smiled bitterly, "The Eye of Chaos is like us, with a large group of people and is very capable of fighting. We have calculated for a long time and deduced all the situations. In a relatively bad situation, uh, or in a very high probability of happening, the God of Chaos, the organization of the Eye of Chaos, will face our Yorman Gund."

"This is... a bit difficult." Gaiqi scratched her hair with a pen holder. "I'm not saying a disheartening thing, but it's not a good deal for us to be positive. I mean, Sadako, Shinshi, Naiti, and Su Jie'er... are all very good at fighting. But we are fighting the entire organization on the other side?"

"It's not the entire God of Chaos. According to the news, it's just one or two legions." Su Jing tried to ease the atmosphere, but failed.

"Wow, we all use the legion as a measurer. It's okay if you don't say it, but I'm even more pessimistic now. We gathered together the salted fish on the whole of Jorman Gund. Can we form a legion? It's barely enough?"

"Well, believe in yourself, your sister-in-law... They are optimistic about doing math problems, and they still feel that they can still play." Su Jing could only smile bitterly, "It is impossible to get rich and noble in danger. If you want to reach the top position without taking a try."

Gaiqi bit the pen and calculated for a long time. Even though she was the most calculating person here, she was stuttering in this math problem.

"If you can finish your business soon and return here, I think there is still a chance to win." The mechanic who had been deducing for a long time nodded reluctantly, "Well, you can fight. Maybe you have to come on."

"There's another thing." Sadako Yamamura raised her hand, "Jing, where is your son? What are we doing?"
Chapter completed!