Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 316 305. Demon Followers?
People panicked.

They did not understand why punishment had come upon them, or why their piety had brought disaster upon them, or why angels other than those described in the books had descended upon the place.

According to legend, the angel was supposed to be a humble giant in gray armor, but now it was a man in blue armor who suddenly descended here.

Rumors spread from nowhere, some people called them false angels, and some were more blunt and called them fallen angels.

Cyrene hadn't heard it, or she might have used it, and now she's standing on her balcony spitting at the soldier in the shiny blue armor with pearls on the rim, cursing why they should Destroy a city loyal to the Emperor.

"Tell me the truth! We are loyal to the Empire, to the Emperor! Why does he punish us!"

The soldier who maintained order ignored her, as if her scolding was like air, he just repeatedly warned people not to resist, and packed their luggage.

In addition, he specifically warned people not to try to leave their homes at night.

Cyrene was tired of cursing, she sat on the balcony panting, staring at a bunch of purple setting sun—it was going to be night soon.

Night is coming.

Cyrene suddenly had an idea, she wanted to know why, she wanted to know the truth, she wanted to know why the gods had abandoned them - or worse...betrayed...

She would rather die seeing the truth than curl up in her own home like a frightened lamb, praying that the butcher wouldn't pick her.

So Cyrene quietly left from the balcony, wrapped her clothes tightly, took the dagger, and a copy of the Holy Word that she had handwritten, and then she opened the door, taking advantage of the confusion and the twilight of dawn and dusk to leave.

In order to avoid the eyes and ears of those soldiers, she specially chose remote and hidden trails. Several times, those people walked through the light at the entrance of the street, while she hid in the sewers of the city.

But after she left the house, she didn't know where she was going. Cyrene first followed the path to the square, where many soldiers were stationed. She could only glance at the smashed sculptures from a distance. The God Emperor's head was lying on the ground, looking at her quietly, as if crying.

The night gradually fell.

Cyrene was leaning in the alley in some confusion. Nothing happened in the darkness—at least she didn’t observe anything. Those soldiers in blue armor were no different from their actions during the day. They were still carrying heavy weapons. Guns are patrolling the streets over and over again, and even have time to start checking the residents of Perfect City.

Maybe she should go—

Cyrene's legs suddenly went limp, and she sat slumped on the ground, a sense of powerlessness suddenly enveloped her like a veil.

The feeling of vomiting like drowning rolled in her stomach, she tightly covered her mouth, curled up and hid in the darkness of the sewer mouth.

After a short period of time, perhaps less than a minute, that feeling quickly faded away without a trace, leaving nothing but a slight sense of powerlessness.

what is that? !

Cyrene poked her head out in panic and a little nervously. She held her dagger and silently prayed for God Emperor's protection in her heart.

But there was nothing in the darkness, except for the empty street, there was no trace of anomaly with traces of profanity——

Cyrene suddenly realized that the blue-armored soldiers who had been patrolling the street just now were gone, and their monotonous and boring sound of expulsion and footsteps disappeared!
She felt her heart pounding, and Cyrene thought she had just absolutely touched something, she had definitely discovered something—that feeling, that was definitely not an illusion, and she lived in the perfect city for 18 years, The city had never given her that feeling either.

Cyrene took a deep breath. The feeling just now made her physically scared, but she still hoped to seek the truth - her hometown was about to be destroyed, and this fact made her fearless.

She softly recited the Holy Word and walked out of her hidden alley. The street was empty. A homeless man crouched against the wall with his head in his arms. Cyrene moved forward with a dagger in his hand, trying to ask what happened on the street just now.

The answer she got was that there was nothing on the street just now, and nothing passed here, but the homeless man also felt the strong sense of powerlessness that Cyrene felt.

The tramp grabbed Cyrene's hand, shook his head violently,

"Don't go, it's a monster, a devil...the devil wants to destroy the true believers of the God Emperor, it deceived us."

Cyrene swallowed, and she resolutely pulled out her hand, thinking about the God Emperor silently in her heart. Now she stood here, not knowing where to look for the existence that had just brought panic to them, and just like responding to her confusion——

The gentle black tide surged up again, and the homeless man next to Cyrene uttered a strange cry, while Cyrene was leaning against the wall, she firmly used her five senses to perceive, this time the sense of loss of strength was obviously not as strong as before, It's... it's over there!
Cyrene felt it!She stumbled and walked towards the wall, and as expected, the sense of emptiness became stronger, and she felt stomach juice surging. Cyrene took a deep breath and began to pray to the God Emperor.

... God still loves His believers. When Cyrene prayed, she was surprised to find that part of the power had returned, although it was still extremely weak.

And the moment she discovered this, the Kuroshio disappeared in an instant, and it faded along the slate brick wall. Cyrene didn't even think about it, she started running, calling out to the emperor in her heart, and followed Those feelings made her sick.

Cyrene walked through countless streets, and gradually, she found a pattern. Every three minutes or so, the nauseating curse would come, it lasted for 3 seconds, and then disappeared.

Not only her, Cyrene saw through the window that the people in the family were lying on the ground in disorder, terrified by the sudden sense of exhaustion.

Compared with those who stayed at home and waited for the trial, Cyrene who was running had a sense of pride. Only she dared to face the devil, and the God Emperor gave her power—this kind of cognition made her become She became more pious, which also allowed her to run as hard as possible when the next curse came.

Finally, relying on her own feelings, Cyrene came to a remote sculpture hall. She had an impression of this place. There were traces of the conquest of the world by the gray armor angels on display, to praise the achievements of the angels, and people usually Rarely come to this place.

Some black figures appeared in her sight, and Cyrene was prostrate on the ground, and she carefully prepared——

"stand up."

The giant in golden armor suddenly appeared, holding a halberd in his hand, and now the silver spear was pointed at her.

Cyrene's heart stopped beating, and she stood up tremblingly. The dagger in her hand was like a toy and was directly knocked to the ground by the warrior with a halberd. She wanted to refute something, but the golden warrior's body The coercion was far greater than that of the previous blue armored man. She tried her best, but she could only look at him angrily.

Is she dying?Died on the way to find the truth?
But the warrior didn't kill her, on the contrary, he stopped, whispering into his helmet, as if waiting for someone—

The next moment, the bright green ghost eyes opened in the pitch black darkness. They floated in the air, shedding cruel and indifferent tears.

Something in the darkness was approaching her.

Cyrene felt she couldn't breathe, she was suffocating.

The scarlet light came on, watching her, and Cyrene suddenly realized that standing in front of her was a giant—a real person, much taller than the soldiers.

The giant waved his hand, motioning for the warrior to put down his halberd. The warrior cut her a glance with the eye knife, and then put down his weapon as if reluctantly.

"You have been following us, why?"

Gritting her teeth, Cyrene said,

"I want to ask you why you want to destroy this place? Why do you want to punish devout believers? We are loyal to the emperor, loyal to the empire, and have never had a different heart—"

"unless……"

Cyrene's breathing began to become short, thinking of the feeling just now, she knew that she had touched the truth,
"You're a demon, aren't you? They're fallen angels?"

The next moment, there was a loud bang, and Cyrene trembled violently. She saw the giant tightly holding the halberd that the warrior stabbed at her, and the halberd even began to twist slightly under the force.

"Small temper, Charon, she is loyal to the Emperor after all—or a very pious kind, quite a dazzling light of faith."

A relaxed voice sounded,
"My lord, I think it is necessary for you to establish dignity."

"She's just ignorant. You want to know the truth? Ma'am, maybe you can come with me to find out the truth."

Hades blinked, and Charon backed off, letting go of his grip on the halberd.

In Hades' black field of vision, there was a little guy following them all the time. He was still wondering what it was at first, but as time went by, he found that a golden flame began to burn on this soul, and it became more and more intense.

Maybe he knows who she is... Ms. Zhu, the only surviving human being who gave up the evacuation in the original book and faced the burning of the perfect city.

She also became a memorial for the Word Bearers to "commemorate" this defeat, and has the ability to calm the Word Bearers who are suffering because of their faith.

Hades clapped his hands, indicating if the blessed lady wanted to go into the building with him. From a special perspective, there were no explosives or other devices buried in the front, back, left, and right sides of the sculpture hall.

And the people in that building?

They were already dead, without shedding a drop of blood.

　None, 5k words today

　　
　
(End of this chapter)