Chapter 93, Sister, please hurry up
The soldiers under Gu Hang's command, of course, obeyed orders.
The governor gave the order, and although they didn't know why, they obeyed the order and retreated.
Of course, we couldn't just turn around and run away foolishly. Someone had to provide firepower and form a defense line to prevent the armed workers from taking advantage of this opportunity to attack and cause unnecessary casualties.
As for Grit, when she heard Gu Hang's voice just now, she didn't understand why they had to retreat. In her opinion, the battle was about to be won, and retreating at this time would not only fail, but at least give those cultists a chance to breathe, which was something she didn't want to see.
But she couldn't continue the attack alone with six nuns. When she saw the governor's soldiers retreating, she had no choice but to retreat no matter how unwilling she was.
The angry nun was planning to withdraw and then hold Governor Gu accountable.
However, what she heard afterwards, Gu Hang's judgment that this was a trap, made her immediately alert.
She didn't see anything, but that didn't stop her from taking the warning seriously. Governor Gu was a psychic, so maybe he could see things that she couldn't see?
She waved her hand, signaling her sisters to follow her and retreat.
However, the enemy also discovered the intention of the Governor's troops and the Sisters of Holy Lily to retreat.
The armed workers who were still alive jumped out of their bunkers like crazy and began to pursue fiercely. They kept firing with their weapons and moving without stopping.
Judging from their expressions, they did not seem to expect to cause much damage with the light weapons in their hands, but seemed to want to send their bodies closer to the nuns and soldiers even if they died.
This is definitely not the level of organization and morale that ordinary workers can have. Their eyes are full of madness, and there is no trace of rationality anymore.
They really wouldn't be able to survive for long. Even while retreating, the fighting nuns and the Governor's soldiers still remained well organized. The remaining soldiers and retreating nuns would kill the armed workers who rashly left the bunker.
However, behind those armed workers, a fat figure in a gray robe quietly emerged from the ruins.
She did not move forward, exposing herself to the shooting range.
She opened her hands, palms facing the sky, and the power of the storm began to extend outward with her as the center.
It was as if there was a breeze that blew in from every corner. The bodies of the workers that were blown by the breeze, even those buried under the rubble, all underwent some changes.
In Grit's perception, the violent storm evil energy was activated on the originally silent corpses under her feet and around her.
The bombs have not exploded yet, they have just been activated.
And then, all you need to do is 'ignite' them, and these corpse bombs will explode naturally.
Grit knew she couldn't escape.
Before the other party detonated the trap, it was impossible for everyone to escape from the area covered by the trap.
But when the other party activated these corpse bombs, their location was also exposed.
She stopped, exerted her strength suddenly, and rushed towards the source of the storm's evil energy. She jumped into the air, and the power backpack behind her spewed out flames, allowing her to suddenly burst into extremely fast speed.
Halfway through, she kept the grenade launcher in her hand raised, but the strong storm evil energy target she sensed never appeared in her sight.
She could only grit her teeth and continue to sprint.
During this extremely short period of time, a few thoughts appeared in her mind:
Most of the sisters who came with her had just returned from the last arduous war. The order assigned them to the Quintet starship as members of the state religion accompanying the ship, with the original intention of allowing them to go to a quiet place and rest for two years.
Obviously, the Quintet would be fine if it stayed in the orbit of the Wrathful Owl. They could spend two years of peaceful life in the chapel on the ship to soothe their tired hearts from years of fighting.
It was well-intentioned, but Grit didn't quite appreciate it.
She was calm on the starship, but her heart was restless. She had long been accustomed to the battlefield environment, and she was very uncomfortable after settling down.
After hearing that a cult was wreaking havoc on the Angry Owl Star, she could not wait to bring her sisters to the surface and join the battle.
In her opinion, it would be a waste to wear the armor blessed by the Emperor and possess great power, but not use it to destroy the enemies of the Emperor, but to cultivate one's character in the starship cathedral.
But what she didn't expect was that it was her decision that brought the sisters, who could have rested safely, into a desperate situation.
She herself might be able to survive the next explosion because she was strong enough, but her sisters would definitely be injured or even wiped out.
They had experienced battles that were far more difficult and terrifying than the small fights on the Wrathful Owl Star, and survived. But at this moment, because of their own command, they would step into a trap and die here...
It sounds ridiculous to have a boat capsize in a ditch, but it will cost you blood.
If she couldn't prevent the explosion, she would probably have to live with regret for a long time.
But no matter how hard she hurried, it seemed like it was too late.
She could already feel the power of the storm spreading out, activating more and more corpse bombs. She was afraid that the explosion would happen in the next moment.
However, at this moment, everything came to an abrupt halt.
Those body bombs were not further activated, let alone exploded.
Then, she heard a sharp, exasperated voice coming from the center of the storm's evil energy: "You deserve to die!"
A wind bomb flew out from there and hit the air.
Grit's eyes followed the wind bomb upwards and she saw a man in golden noble robes floating there.
When the wind bullet was about to hit him, it suddenly dissipated, leaving only a gust of scattered wind that blew his long clothes and black hair violently.
The man's eyes were shining with blue psychic light, and his target was the cult leader.
Gritte realized that the Governor had just used some psychic means to cut off the cult leader's control over the corpse bomb and prevent the impending explosion.
At this moment, Gu Hang's voice rang in her ears: "Sister, please eliminate that heretic as soon as possible."
"good!"
Grit had not been shaken by the change in the situation, but was even more excited after hearing Gu Hang's words. She maintained the flame jet acceleration provided by the power backpack and rushed towards the cult leader at the fastest speed she could reach.
The few armed workers who were still alive tried to stop her.
The guns in their hands would not pose a threat to the head nun, so they only hoped to get close as quickly as possible and then have the sorcerer detonate the storm bombs in their bodies to stop her in this way.
"Don't worry, charge with all your strength."
Gu Hang's voice sounded again.
Grit now has complete trust in the Governor.
She paid no attention to the armed workers, only executing them with her bolter when it was convenient.
And those armed workers did not explode.
All the detonation signals sent by the sorcerer were intercepted by Gu Hang!
————
One thousand subscriptions reached! Add one more chapter!
To be honest, I'm not very satisfied with this result. I was criticized a lot and my mentality is a bit bad.
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
