Hellgun, this weapon has never been of interest to him. In fact, for Rokasna, apart from the weapons equipped by Doomblade and Titan, as well as Deathstrike Missile, naval gun bombing, no long-range weapons can pose a threat to him.
Making bullets escape their trajectory and making artillery explode before firing are just tricks.
But this little trick can only be done with the support of psychic energy. Rokasna looked at Hellgun, wondering whether the shield he could barely hold up could block Hellgun's scorching laser.
Hellgun opened fire, and it could be seen that the robber who used this gun was also an expert. Each laser shot almost hit the same position. Rokasna tried hard to support the shield, but it only delayed it for a second or two.
The shield shattered, the psychic energy backfired and impacted Rokasna's brain, and the laser penetrated his body, roasting his internal organs.
Rokasna was lying on the ground in pain. He never thought that he would be so weak one day. He raised his heavy eyelids and saw a pair of blood-stained iron boots. The iron boots were raised high, ready to crush Rokasna's head.
After sighing and lamenting that plans could never keep up with changes and that he was so incompetent that he could not share the worries of the principal, Rokasna fell into a coma.
When he woke up again, he found that he was lying on something, which was soft and warm for his mortal body, but a little hot and sad for his soul.
Opening his eyes slightly, he saw a black-haired woman looking at him with concern. Rokasna opened his mouth to say something, but his lips were blocked by fingers.
"Shh... you need to rest for a while..."
The gentle voice made Rokasna a little addicted. He didn't know whether this was the reaction of the mortal body, or whether it was the possessive nature of his being Lord of Change.
I really want to make her into a puppet...
Rokasna thought so and then closed his eyes again.
In his sleep, he saw the parchment appear before his eyes, with new words appearing on it.
"Go with her."
This sentence dissipated and awakened Rokasna again.
He jumped up suddenly, breathing heavily, and Rokasna looked at where he was.
He was on a bed in a room. Judging from the traces and material of the walls, he should still be on the ground floor of this unknown Hive City.
There were no clothes on his body, only a wrapped bandage. Rokasna struggled to get up, wearing the washed white sheets, looking for the parchment.
"Damn it... we can't throw it away..." Rokasna searched nervously. That thing was a trading contract and couldn't be thrown away.
"Are you looking for this?" A familiar gentle female voice sounded. Rokasna looked back and saw the same beautiful-looking black-haired woman with heroic and confident eyebrows standing at the door.
She was shaking a parchment scroll in her hand and reciting the words on it emotionally.
"The writing is pretty good... Is this text from some holy book?"
Rokasna did not answer. He had not seen the above scripture in any book. It is very likely that it was newly compiled by Tzeentch or Carlos.
"This... is a draft I wrote when I was feeling Imperial Truth."
The woman's expression did not change, but Rokasna, as a Tzeentch Greater Daemon, had the same ability to observe words and expressions as any Daemonette. He could see the scrutiny behind the woman's gentle and kind face.
As long as something was a little wrong, he would definitely die at the hands of this woman.
"Really?" The woman smiled softly and sat beside Rokasna's bed. She stuffed the parchment paper into Rokasna's hand and lifted the sheets he used to cover his body.
"Wait! Madam!"
Rokasna naturally won't be shy about such trivial matters. After all, he has seen a lot of Slaanesh's gameplay. However, he understands the state of mortals and knows when to control this body to show the most normal state.
"Ha... what's there to be ashamed of? Let me see."
The black-haired woman moved her hands very quickly, and her soft tone contained a toughness that could not be denied. She lifted up the sheets and traced the bandaged area on Rokasna's body with her fingers.
A touch of sacred golden light bloomed on her fingers. This pious light could not be observed with the naked eye, but it did deeply shake Rokasna's soul.
What a majestic and magnificent divine power. All the bishops he had seen could not match one ten thousandth of the power of faith in her.
Rokasna felt trembling, his soul trembling violently. He used all his strength to protect his soul from being burned by the power of faith, and controlled his body to behave as it should.
The area touched by the woman's finger trembled, and Rokasna also made an expression of enduring the pain.
"Okay, it'll be quick. You'll be fine."
The woman comforted Rokasna and put her palms against the bandage. She healed the wounds on Rokasna's body and rejuvenated his internal organs that were approaching failure.
"Thank you..." Rokasna was sweating from his forehead, and the pain from his body and soul was tormenting him.
The faint smile on the black-haired woman's face never disappeared. She suddenly narrowed her eyes, pressed Rokasna with both hands, and pressed Rokasna on the bed with a strong posture.
"Ms.?"
"Shh... be quiet..."
Seeing the woman's face getting closer and closer, Rokasna closed his eyes nervously, blushing like any simple boy who rarely interacts with beautiful girls.
This awkward posture lasted for a while, and then Rokasna felt that his hand that was being pressed was freed. He opened his eyes and saw the woman standing beside the bed, and rubbed his nose with his hand.
"There is indeed nothing wrong with you. Your injuries are all healed."
"Uh... was it just a medical examination?"
"Well... you can think of it that way... it's a kind of medical examination. I can smell the stench of bad things."
The woman nodded her nose proudly, then twisted Rokasna's nose like a prank before turning and leaving.
"Wait a minute." Rokasna shouted, and the woman stopped at the door. She turned her head slightly, pointed half of her ears in the direction of Rokasna, and at the same time quietly touched the hilt of the sword with one hand.
"Can I ask your name?"
"Oh?" The woman turned her head and winked at Rokasna. Rokasna also blushed in response and lowered her head, pretending to be shy as she did not dare to look into the woman's beautiful eyes.
"I... my name is Celes, what about you? A young child?"
"My name is Roka."
"See you tomorrow~Roka~" Celes waved his hand towards Rokasna, then opened the door curtain and left. The sound of children cheering came from outside the door, as well as the comforting chuckle of Celes.
Rokasna was sitting on the bed blankly, looking like a teenager who had fallen in love for the first time.
Principal... I already understand what I should do...