Chapter 276: Transformation of the Demon Bishop

Tarot looked at the protected book floating on the stone platform, and was about to activate the melta bomb and place it under the platform. These things involving psychic energy were all very weird, so it was best for him to place them close to his face.

But he felt a malice, a particularly familiar malice coming from behind him. It was similar to the feeling that the disgusting mining base gave him, the same crazy and uncomfortable throbbing feeling in his heart.

"Well!"

Benben ran over and swung his tearing gun hard, smashing the shadow that tried to sneak attack Tarot.

"Jie, Jie, Jie! I knew there was something wrong with you people trying your best to get in. I didn't expect you to hide such a good thing."

Tarot felt that his locked body could move. He panted heavily and turned around, seeing the bishop holding the scepter in the passage standing in front of him again.

The bishop's face was no longer fanatical and solemn. Instead, sinister laughter occupied all the folds on his face.

As soon as he raised his hand, a barrier separated the secret room.

"Jie, Jie, Jie! We have been working hard for more than a hundred years, how could we be interfered by you so easily?"

The bishop stepped closer, the shadows behind him swelling and billowing.

"demon."

Tarot looked at the bishop and understood the reason for the rebellion within the state church. Just as Judge Omar suspected, there were demons mixed within the state church.

"Stupid, if he stops you from eating, fuck him to death."

The angry Benben roared and hit the bishop with the tearing gun.

The bishop did not choose to dodge, but directly resisted Benben's attack. He slapped his palm on the ceramic steel armor on Benben's abdomen, leaving a palm print and knocking Benben back several steps.

"It would be a shame for me if I let you mortal insects be wiped out."

After tearing off his robe, the muscles on the bishop's body were comparable to those of a tarot. He looked completely different from the body of a hundred-year-old bishop.

"Although this religious procession is very tiring, it also allows me to better control this body! Jie Jie Jie!"

The bishop's fists whirred, he put on a fighting posture, shouted and attacked Benben fiercely.

It could be seen that the bishop was deliberately playing tricks on Benben. He could have slapped Benben on the head and sent him directly to the throne. But he just hit Benben's ceramic steel armor with every punch and palm.

This muscular bishop must be killed, no matter what kind of demon is possessed by him.

Several throwing knives were pulled out from Tarot's belt and thrown at the bishop. The movement of his feet was not slow at all, he quickly approached and struck the Catachan saber towards the bishop's head.

The flying knife pierced into the flesh, but no more blood came out. The bishop laughed sinisterly, curled his fingers slightly, and the blue psychic power pulled the flying knives and threw them towards Tarot.

A few of these flying knives blessed by spiritual energy were knocked away by Tarot, but more of them were deeply embedded in his body. The existence of these blades in the body can temporarily prevent the spurt of blood, but they can also affect his movements. .

The saber slashed at the bishop but failed to get any more results. Instead, Tarot was kicked away and rolled on the ground. He pulled out the flying knife inserted in his body and rushed forward again.

"Struggling! This is the fun! If I can't defeat the Gray Knight, why can't I defeat you! Hahaha!"

The bishop laughed wildly. Since he sneaked into this planet, he has been hypocritically worshiping the damn Corpse Emperor every day and every night, not to mention enduring so many living souls wandering in front of him. , but the pain of not being able to eat.

Now all the fruits will be harvested, and they will become demons that will make this planet tremble! Everything they harvest will become the basis for thriving in the Warp!

And he can go to his little girlfriend decently, drink in the souls of screaming mortals in the chaotic waves, and build their own pain house under the dim light of the dying star.

How wonderful.

A burst of hot plasma shot out, interrupting the bishop's fantasy. He quickly concentrated his will to generate a psychic shield to block this threat, which was like a miniature stellar flare.

However, he found that the second plasma was also projected, and the shield fell apart under the attack of the second plasma. It was too difficult for him to block such a powerful weapon. After all, he was not a big demon.

Panting to dissipate the high temperature left by the plasma, he saw a pistol flashing with an unsafe and dazzling light being thrown towards him.

"Hold your head stupidly!"

The last warning was issued by Tarot, and Benben obediently covered his head with his hands and squatted on the ground.

Then the overheated plasma pistol exploded.

Destructive heat waves and plasma attacked everything in this small room. The bishop's skin and flesh were evaporated by such an explosion, leaving only a skeleton that was about to disintegrate.

Draco, who was seriously injured, dragged his injured thigh in from outside the door. He punched the skeleton that could still turn its head slightly to look at him, and uttered a sentence that the Imperial Army often said.

"Hot melt and plasma are your biggest reliance for exchanging one for the other."

"That's right. You bastard!"

Tarot lay on the ground and coughed a few times, spurting out some hot blood. His eyeballs were blinded by the high temperature, and the skin on his body was as red as cooked prawns.

Because of his rough skin and thick flesh and the protection of the ceramic steel armor, Benben's skin was only burned all over his body, and it was not as seriously injured as Tarot.

"Ha. This is all retribution for your drinking."

Draco forced out an ugly smile, mocking Taro's miserable state, and called for Benben to pick Taro up.

"Tsk. You said it as if you didn't drink enough. Benben! Don't move me like that, you'll tear my abdomen apart, I'm sure my intestines and stomach are already cooked. Did you kill that nun?"

Draco watched Benben pinch Taro's shoulders and drag him, and the abdomen was really torn apart easily as Taro said, revealing the half-cooked intestines and stomach.

"Let me do it, let me do it." Draco quickly asked Benben to step aside, and he would do this kind of work, but he did not forget to continue to mock Taro.

"Are all of you Catachan savages so tough? Why haven't you died yet?"

"Ha! How to kill a Catachan? Stomp his head! Otherwise, don't think about killing him!"

Listening to Taro's spirited voice, Draco showed a sad expression on his face, but his electronic eyes could not support him to cry. He knew this was Taro's last glimmer of life.

Pulling Taro under the stone platform, Draco sat down breathlessly, leaning against Taro and answering his previous questions.

"That big nun, crazy woman, is really powerful. My brothers were all chopped down by her, and it was thanks to my cleverness that I knocked that guy down."

"So he's not dead?"

"I think so. The things of the state religion have always been very. Vitality."

"Haha!" Taro laughed a few times, and then became more listless. He couldn't see but could hear the sound of Benben hitting the ground.

"Don't hit it! Benben, that thing can't be deader, come here!"

"Oh."

Hearing the heavy footsteps and the familiar stench on Benben, Taro knew that Benben was now by his side.

"Go, Benben, do you remember how to get to the kitchen?"

"I remember."

"Go and eat, your sister-in-law has made you food and put it in the kitchen."

"Really? What about you?"

"Me?" Taro wanted to laugh a few times to make himself sound better, but he couldn't do it. He could only hold on to his broken body, "Your sister-in-law and I are going to eat at the Emperor's place. You can go to the Emperor's house after eating in the kitchen."

"Really?"

"Really. I paid for you."

Draco found it funny to see Benben turn around and run away, afraid that someone would steal his meal. He took out two cigarettes from a small pocket on his belt, lit them and put one in Taro's mouth.

"What about my sister-in-law?"

Not being able to hear Taro's response, Draco took a deep puff of smoke and exhaled, "Do I have to do everything?"

Took the hot melt bomb that Taro was holding and silently activated it. Draco closed his eyes and recalled the names of his brothers who had just died. He hoped that he could walk the road to the throne with these people.

"What? What did you say just now? Reina?"

Draco seemed to hear Taro muttering something with a cigarette in his mouth, and nodded in praise.

"What a good name."

The hot melt bomb exploded, and nothing was left in the room, leaving only the book that lost its protection and fell into the hot ashes on the ground.

A crack tore open, and two people walked out of it. Inquisitor Omar and Rast stood in this secret room where the air could burn your throat.

Rast picked up the book, exhaled and blew away the ashes on it, "It smells like Taro and Draco, they did this, and I also smelled the blasphemous smell of the changer. They did a good job."

"Yes, Rast, they did a good job." Omar walked out of the secret room, walked out of the study, saw the corpses and traces of battle along the way, and said with emotion again.

"They did a good job. Their death was worthwhile, and that's enough. Compared to many people who died worthlessly, they are happier."

"Indeed."

Last and Omar didn't feel sad. They had long been numb. They had seen too many horrors to feel more emotions about these things.

But you still have to respect those loyal to the Empire. This is necessary. Losing respect for the martyrs will only make you closer to inhuman traitors.

As for pity and sympathy?

The martyrs don't need these. They know their fate and their ending.

They didn't retreat because of death, but mocked and despised death. They heroically offered their last flame to the human empire.

This is everything. It's better to die for the emperor than to live for yourself.

Catachan jungle warriors, Rambo per capita, Tarot's image is roughly like this