Chapter 1868: People have 1 hurry

In the small room, the topic gradually eased. The two stopped talking about the future and goals, but about music.

Life in the monastery is pure and regular. In the leisure events of honing combat skills, the combat nuns will also have some other courses to serve in future operations.

For example, music and art, dance and food, Eiffelard knows a lot, because they have the same thing-they often involve how to have fun.

Pleasure is the source of depravity. If the fighting nun cannot understand why some of the targets to be purified degenerate, it will be difficult to eliminate the roots.

But music is also a very dangerous course. Eiffelal once had a good friend because he was too enjoying learning music, so he was also seduced by evil in the sacred monastery and turned into a head bend. Horns, the body is covered with all kinds of carnal twisted organs, monsters that can only groan in temptation.

Before the great nun noticed the clues and notified the inquisitor to come, she had been lurking in the monastery in a human form, spreading chaotic corrosion, tempting others to fall, and she lived in the room opposite Eiffelal.

If it weren't for Eiffelard's spiritual protection and strong will, he might have been corrupted in his daily dealings with demons.

In the end, there was nothing to say. The judge caught her, and she showed her original form in full view. She was then killed and purified by the sisters with a flamethrower.

It was also at that time that Eiffelard realized that the fall of chaos has never been far away from mankind, and perhaps if one is not careful, it will become a demon.

The artificial atmosphere of Ophelia VII could not stop the evil god, and the void shield of the Holy Monastery could not isolate the influence of subspace. A difference in thought might be finished.

The so-called talk about music with Death Knell now is actually talking about how unclean music can make people degenerate.

"When dealing with noise fighters, we will sing chants loudly so that their psychic noise will not affect our minds." She talked about her experience dealing with chaos, with a nostalgic expression on her face, like It's remembering the good days of killing demons with the sisters.

She sang another short paragraph, which was actually the previous set of prayers of ‘the emperor’s lightning comes in the wind and rain, saves life’s life’, with an aria.

"Will you feel short of breath while hacking people while playing such a high profile?" Su Ming's perspective was peculiar. He asked a very embarrassing question. Experienced fighters would definitely take advantage of their breathing. It is a huge flaw.

The biscuit nun rolled her eyes, although this is indeed a problem: "Noise fighters generally rarely fight hand-to-hand. As long as they can fight their psionic noise and sonic weapons, the benefits outweigh the disadvantages."

"I'll teach you a simple one. Anyway, you only need to fight against noise. Then you should use noise." Su Ming blinked at her and said: "My song is not only very easy to sing, but you only need to match it with Psionic energy can definitely blow up the heads of noise fighters."

"Oh? Really?" The nun blinked, showing curiosity.

Su Ming smiled slightly, took a deep breath and sang: "You are so beautiful chicken, uh! Baby! You are so beautiful chicken..."

"No! Stop it!"

The nun covered her ears. She had never heard such a weird tune, and this greasy lyrics, just like when a person fell into the pool of Nurushi's viscous rot and rolled in pain. The sound is the same.

Before she finished listening to this sentence, she felt that her head was about to explode.

Su Ming smiled. He pushed all the snacks in front of him to the nun, stood up and made a leg-clamping action of urgency: "Okay, no more singing, these are all for you, I will go out to solve my physical needs."

The nun covering her ears didn't hear what he said, but she understood what she was doing. She said that she didn't need to talk to her at all, and she didn't care about going to the toilet.

Besides, his strength is so strong, and the relay station is surrounded by friendly forces, the interstellar warriors have already begun to purify the battlefield, there is no danger.

Eat another piece of chocolate.

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A dark-green steel giant is moving in the relay tower. He is holding a torch and cleaning up the green pieces of meat in the corridor. Of course, the corpses of the defense forces who once stationed here are no different from the green skins. You and me can only be burned together.

This is a necessary job, and generally such a monotonous and tedious task will be carried out by recruits like him.

In fact, it is not that new. The newest recruits in most battle groups will be assigned to the reconnaissance company, under the leadership of the veteran non-commissioned officer, to perform the most dangerous missions, only equipped with the lightest reconnaissance power armor, and no heavy weapons.

After the test of life and death, the recruits will be assigned to the regular company and become a member of the tactical team or the assault team.

There are many assault interstellar warriors using jetpacks in the Holy Blood Angels, always shouting the battle cry of death from the sky, jumping into the enemy pile for a while.

But the dark angels, who are also named angels, don't like flying very much. They prefer a well-planned, steadily advancing combat strategy.

The unknown interstellar warrior meticulously squeezed the trigger of the flamethrower, lit piles of green meat, enduring the pungent stench.

Next, he was going to clean up the strike elevator, and after a duel, let the technical sergeant repair it.

But at this moment, his aftermath saw a figure in the distance of the dark corridor flashing quickly, and that figure seemed to be a little green?

"Who is there?!"

He immediately turned the flamethrower and walked over there vigilantly, thinking that perhaps he had found a fish that slipped through the net.

In the name of the emperor, the alien monster must die!

No one answered, but he heard the sharp scream of ‘squeak’, which is a kind of squiggle that greenskins often like to keep, and is to listen to the sound.

Dirty and unclean pleasure.

He was more sure of his thoughts, and strode to the end of the corridor over there. The green skin who was alone was definitely not his opponent, he was very sure.

In the dark corridor, only a small flame from the muzzle of the jet was illuminated. Every step forward, the darkness behind him would follow up like a maggot with bones.

The heavy metal voice reverberated in the corridor, and at the same time, that Sgugo shouted louder.

Suddenly, the sound ceased hurriedly, as if the dirty pet was covered by someone or strangled to death.

The soldiers knew that there were green skins still hiding in the tower, and they wanted to escape his own search.

It's a ridiculous reaction. There are less than a hundred rooms on each floor of the tower. Where can he hide?

Even the short sound, the star warrior can lock your position!

"For the emperor!"

The recruit rushed forward, and the power armour made a croaking sound~www.NovelMTL.com~ He slammed open a door!

It turned out that the room was empty. Only one jar was placed in the center. Inside, there was a Skug still alive, but his mouth was blocked by a gravel.

"Do not!"

Just as he realized something and turned around in a hurry...

A small black figure suddenly fell on the ceiling of the doorway. When it was in the air, a large cluster of black tentacles gushed out of the shadow and swallowed the star warrior.

Weapons, power armor, and people, a pack of thin films that were instantly transformed by the tentacles, twisted hard, all squeezed into soup and debris, wrapped and digested.

"Read the memory, extract the genes for simulation, and then we will find a wolf group and screen and compare the common points in their genetic seeds. The universe will not forget their devotion."

"Huh!"

After the silent communication, the shadow melted into the darkness again, and took away the Sgugo jar, everything was calm again, as if no one had ever been here.