Chapter 277 Cathedral

Looking at Sister Selina lying on the ground in the distance and still gasping for breath, Inquisitor Omar used the servo system on his body to observe her physical condition.

"She lost a leg, an arm, and had burns that penetrated her internal organs. She was just one bullet away from the head."

Omar adjusted the frequency of the receiver. In this place full of the bodies of stormtroopers and combat sisters, he saw the mouth of the sister trembling.

"They think we are demons? For the saint? This is the first time I've seen this. Rast, do you have any idea?"

"Except for that change demon, I didn't feel any extra blasphemous smell. I think this is a strong psychological suggestion."

"Use the psychological suggestion of Saint Laculas."

"It should be so."

He loaded a medical needle into his pistol and shot it at the head of the elder nun. "I hope that when we solve the problem of the state religion, you can remember why you are fighting."

"What about Benben? Should I take him with me?"

"Forget it, let him go to eat. That stupid head is not suitable for this kind of work."

Rast watched Inquisitor Omar press all the psychic explosives into the magazine, and he knew what they should do next.

Using psychic energy to reduce the presence of the two, they will not be discovered by mortals when they walk on the street now.

Walking out of the ruins of rubble and corpses, Omar saw the Memeril nest in a bad state.

Tens of thousands of black smokes floated up, covering the tall spires and gathering in the air. The state church cathedral in the distance became the center of the black cloud, and an illusory blue light was pointing to the sky.

Last used his psychic eyes to feel the fluctuations in the distance, "The church of the state church has become a place for demons to create rituals. The unrest on this planet may not only be caused by the state church. I also feel more dangerous and cruel enemies in the memories of those black-robed believers."

"The saints will solve them, Last, now all we have to do is go where and solve the problem, otherwise this planet may be subject to an extermination order."

The two headed towards the location of the cathedral, and the magnificent church that once worshipped the emperor and the saint Lakulas became a place for blasphemous rituals as Last said.

Archbishop Rocasna and the bishops of the transformation demons waited for the soul dust burned by the innocent in the sky to gather until the formation could be activated.

"We still need a little time, and the formation needs more souls."

After Archbishop Rocasna finished speaking, the explosions in the city became more and more frequent, and thousands of racks for burning heretics were erected.

"How comfortable it is, these mortals are always so stupid and short-sighted, and they can't see what is waiting for them in the distant future."

"It's wonderful to believe in Saint Lakulas, but never thought that Saint Lakulas would become a lie to kill them."

Silently crushing the Emperor's statue in his hand, Rocasna knew how these atonement soldiers betrayed.

But to be more correct, these atonement soldiers did not betray their faith. They still fought for the Emperor and the Saint.

It's just that Rocasna made a small change to the saint's scriptures that were distributed, adding a set of cognitive abnormal psychic spells on them. The more people believe in Saint Lakulas, the more easily they are affected by the spells.

Everyone knows that the state religion atonement army formed in the empire emphasizes voluntary participation, and any coercion is a blasphemy against their faith. Those who are fanatical enough are willing to sacrifice everything for their beliefs, and will also exclude those who do not stand with them.

The fanatical beliefs of a hundred years, coupled with a little hint and cognitive abnormality, have made these penitents fall into fantasy.

They believe that their planet has fallen, and they believe that the Memeril Hive is full of demons.

Their families were devoured by demons, and their neighbors were torn into pieces and smeared on the sacred sculptures of the Emperor.

The angry penitents destroyed the Memeril Hive bit by bit in the name of purifying demons. I really don’t know if they will go crazy when they wake up and see what they have done?

It’s really exciting.

Rocasna rubbed his hands and watched happily as the energy of the formation was gathered little by little. Soon they would be able to pull this planet into the subspace, and then it would become the core of dozens of polluted star regions.

Thinking of this, Rocasna couldn’t help laughing out loud. The other change demons also laughed together, and under the shadow of their laughter were the killed nuns and priests.

After all, they are not really corrupted, so these guards still need to be cleared, otherwise the hints on them will be disturbed by the subspace energy of the formation, which will easily cause great trouble to these demons.

The laughter stopped, and Rocas waved to signal the change demon to stop. His brows frowned slightly. Two small insects sneaked into the church.

"Ha! Here!"

A flash of lightning struck, destroying several benches and shattering a gorgeous pillar carved from white marble.

The invisible psychic shield was outlined as smoke and dust fell on it, making it impossible to enter it. Two people suddenly walked out of the dark shadow.

It was Inquisitor Omar and Psychic Rast who had already arrived.

"Oh. My dear children, are you here to receive the teachings of the saint?"

Looking at the hypocritical smile of Archbishop Rokasna, Judge Omar activated the Ignatus-type power armor hidden under his robe.

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These custom-made power armors for members of the Inquisition are not as durable as Astartes power armor, but these custom-made armors are far stronger than the models used by nobles, merchants, and battle sisters.

The thick ceramic armor is powered by electronic muscle beams, and the built-in hexagram amulet can disrupt psychic spellcasting.

Not only that, these armors also have the inquisitor's personal characteristics and modifications. The biggest characteristic reflected in Judge Omar's armor is the fear of insufficient firepower.

It's hard to imagine that Omar has so many additional weapons under his loose robe, which can rival those of the great sages of the Mechanicus.

There is a storm arrow on each arm, and a chain saw is attached to it, making this weapon effective in close combat.

On both sides of the waist are a pair of missile launch bays with a square structure that telescope out. Although these highly reduced missiles are not as powerful as their original appearance, they save the steps of throwing bombs.

When fighting face to face, when all your attention is focused on the two storm arrows equipped with huge chain saws, the missiles on his waist will quietly shoot out, teaching you an unforgettable lesson. .

Two three-barreled automatic cannons retracted from the shoulders, and the infrared aiming on the weapons landed on Rokasna's forehead.

When Rokasna wanted to see how many illegal additional weapons there were on Omar's power armor, Omar seemed to be interested in hiding his firepower, and did not continue to transform.

The explosion of the missile splashed a large amount of solid fuel and quickly turned everything here into a sea of ​​flames.

The bullets projected by the Storm Arrow shone with a faint pale light, which was what it looked like when the psychic bolts were fired.

The change demons were helpless against the psychic bombs. They wanted to raise a shield to protect themselves, but they could only be disturbed by the anti-psionic power of the explosion and found it difficult to concentrate their efforts.

In the end, the Transformation Demon was firmly pinned in place by Rust's telekinesis spell, and his entire body was shattered by the Storm Arrow, turning into a shadow that melted behind Rokasna.

"Torture them! Kill them! Devour them!"

The change demons screamed in the shadows, and they survived by relying on the psychic shadow of Rokasna.

The spiritual energy in Rust's eyes was stirring, and the lightning in his hand was as thick as a giant python and he attacked Rokasna.

Facing the suppression of psychic bombs and the attack of lightning, Rokasna closed his hands, and the huge church began to collapse with his power.

The boulders on the ground and the falling ceiling structure flashed around Rokasna in an instant, and quickly turned into a heavy, solid wall.

"Cure!"

The blasphemous psychic power is injected into it, giving these substances the characteristics of psychic substances. Even if they are shattered by explosive bombs, they can still be stable under the strands of psychic energy mixed into them.

"boiling!"

Cruel eyes were fixed on Rust's figure, and he instantly felt that the blood in his body was beginning to boil, and his whole body became red and steamed up.

Rast can also use such a spell, but the effect is much weaker than that used by Lukasna.

All he could do was increase the influencer's heart rate and blood pressure, causing him to become exhausted and faint, but it was a bit outrageous to directly cause the whole body's blood to rapidly heat up like this.

The level of the demon in front of them was not something they could face. They had to be called Gray Knights. But Rust knew that he had no possibility of escaping. He had to either defeat the devil or turn into food.

"Unstable state!"

Rust took a gamble and used the demonic spells recorded in the book. Put the body's molecules into a phased state.

"Sanctuary!"

The second spell provides Rast with a force field that dispels the chaotic things when he enters the phase state, so that half of his body immersed in the warp can return intact.

Rokasna's gaze lost its focus for a moment, and the psyker who suddenly disappeared sneaked into the gap between the subspace and the material world to avoid the blood boiling death.

Ridiculous. Do you really think this can delay his death? Although I am only in a possessed state and am not as powerful as this demon, but you puny mortals also want to shake the great Rokasna?

What a joke!

Rokasna smacked his palm and amplified the noise thousands of times, forming a destructive shock wave that pushed Omar away.

"Now is the time for you to die!"

While gazing, Rokasna saw Rast recovering from the phase state at the next moment. His invisible palm was ready to crush this ignorant mortal.

Ignatus type power armor