Chapter 195 Crying

Osabail opened his eyes wide, he had understood Amaraga's idea.

"This... This taste must be unique."

"Yes, my lord." Amaraga replied elegantly, "I spent a week revising her memory and adding new content."

"It's probably about her leading the nuns to repel our offensive, then being rewarded by the state religion, and finally going to Terra to accept the light of the corpse emperor, blah blah blah, and finally the corpse emperor stood up and said that she was the greatest living saint, and then assisted the corpse emperor to clear the universe, and the monkeys unified again, recreating the golden age."

"This must be very beautiful for her."

"Yes, it is true. When she saw the throne of the corpse emperor and was recognized by the emperor, her emotional fluctuations were the greatest, but that was pure worship and piety. I used these things to make a wafer biscuit, which tasted ordinary, salty and spicy."

Amaraga touched his chin and savored the biscuit full of fanatical faith, while Osadel on the side suppressed the disgust in his heart and watched Lucia's false memory.

"So this is the monkey's life after retirement?"

"Yes, when the memory is stimulated deeply enough, her brain will complete it by itself. This is the most beautiful scene she can imagine in her subconscious mind - in a beautiful planet where animals and nature live in harmony, every animal lives with dignity, and she is the dean of the church and also the dean of an orphanage."

"Oh. God." Osabel closed his eyes and wiped the saliva from his mouth with his hand, "I can't wait to taste the pain of her dream being shattered. It tastes delicious just thinking about it."

Amaraga laughed, it would be best if the work could be recognized. He turned off the memory-making instrument and woke up Lucia.

"Hmm." Sister Lucia opened her eyes drowsily, "Tommy? You."

She saw a completely unfamiliar scene, the blasphemous figure of Archon Osabel, whom she had killed, and another monster that was even larger, more twisted and terrifying.

Everything in the venue was so luxurious and dazzling that it hurt Lucia's eyes. She could vaguely smell the smell of barbecue, just like the smell of burning corpses in the battlefield in the past.

"Am I dreaming?"

"No, dear." Amaraga gently stroked Lucia's face with his hand, and his tone was soft as if Lucia was his daughter.

"Welcome to reality."

With a snap of his fingers, the syringe behind Lucia's head extracted all the mental suggestion poison and nerve paralysis toxin. Lucia felt the strange feeling of her head being sucked, and found that all her senses were back.

The pain of being burned spread throughout her body, making her want to scream in pain, but she found that she couldn't do such a move.

"Oh, by the way, I shut down some functions of your brain. I want to see if your mental pain can break through the blockade of the brain. I'm very curious. My next report will be about this."

"You." Lucia trembled as she spoke. Her fragmented memories began to be patched up again. She remembered her failed past. She was paralyzed by the poison needles of the aliens and then captured on their bloody plundering ship.

The monster in front of her was the Blood Mercy Master who had tortured her for a long time. No wonder she always had irrelevant and terrifying nightmares in her beautiful fantasy. She thought it was the sequelae of the war, but her protective measures reminded her.

So it was all fake. Humanity did not rise. The Emperor did not step down from his throne. I am not a saint. Sisters of the Martyrs. People of the world of Lorn. The truth is that I am a loser.

"Hey, she's crying! Can I have a taste?"

"Please help yourself, sir."

Osabel, who was allowed, immediately took a tear from Lucia's face with his hand and licked it with his scarlet tongue.

Black Muse! What a magical and great taste! The deep despair of decades of broken good life, accompanied by the slave's personal dream-breaking hallucinations, directly made Osabel, an addict, addicted.

"Muse, this is too strong." Osabel collapsed in the chair and gasped. The extreme pain brought the extreme pleasure. His hands trembled and he couldn't even hold the towel in his hand tightly.

The maid next to him also came over to give him a fragrant face wash.

"Woo woo woo." Lucia felt her heart die. No one came to save them. They were played and insulted by the aliens. Where was the emperor of faith?

"Dear, cry more." Amaraga touched Lucia's head with one hand and cut her flesh with the other hand. The customized torture has been proven to be effective. Now it's time to eat. The remaining parts can be sent in for regeneration and fine processing.

The head and eyes can be kept. They should be able to produce such tears continuously under stimulation. Just replaying this memory is enough.

As for the corpse king? Haha, this elder sister has completely lost her faith. Moreover, this is the webway, a place where Gomorrah and Slaanesh cannot intervene directly. What can a corrupt corpse king do?

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Reese and the sisters who have recovered found laser guns and grenade guns in the pile of corpses. Although there are not many bullets, it is better than nothing.

They formed a tactical team and moved forward in this huge suffocating cage, trying to find an exit or other people who were still alive.

"I don't know where Sister Lucia will be. Those aliens seem to be coming to capture us, and many times they don't kill us directly."

"I saw the Sister. She was finally captured by a disgusting monster and a black-armored alien and sent all the way to the ship."

The nuns whispered to each other about the information they knew so that they could now better analyze the situation.

There was a rustling sound of movement, and the nuns immediately turned their guns and aimed at the place where the movement came from.

I saw a person who probably looked like a nun struggling to squeeze out from under the pile of corpses, sitting on the ground gasping for breath to recover her strength. She seemed to have seen a figure in the distance, and she shouted in fear, "Who is there!"

The sound of footsteps came, and the surviving nuns saw the true appearance of those figures.

"I remember you. You are Aurora from the Holy Relics Department."

By the way, are the nuns good-looking? The chess pieces are pretty ugly, but the book has some good-looking crazy women that make people wonder what the state religion is all about.