Tatiyana was awakened by the music on the radio, at least her soul woke up, and her body was still swaying in the gray and white shallow sea with her consciousness. She felt that she was still as far away from the world. She groped the blanket around her, until her fingers hit the cold railing beside the bed, which made her escape from her sweet sleep.

The girl took a deep breath of the seaside air that had been filtered and cleaned, and then sighed happily.

Every day she comes here is happy. She no longer has to worry about whether she will be beaten or abused the next day. She is injected with strange medicine and thrown onto the guest's bed. She does not have to worry about whether she will be hungry. There is too much food here, so she needs to undergo a lot of training to convert those nutrients into muscles.

Tatyana knew that she was the luckiest among the sisters.

Not only because she was the first to be found by the ladies, but also because she was not infected with an incurable disease, was injected with drugs, and had not experienced too many beatings and even physical deformities. She had seen a prostitute who was infected with the disease and could no longer receive customers, and was pierced by steel bars. She was placed on the flame by those who called themselves masters, just to shoot a video for people to have fun, just like a suckling pig at a banquet.

No one will treat them like that anymore, this is the source of power to drive away nightmares before Tatiyana falls asleep.

This power comes from daggers and firearms.

It comes from armor and shield.

It comes from the enemy and from the sisters.

From Him, from Him.

Tatiyana got out of bed with her sisters in the same bedroom and stepped barefoot on the cold marble floor. They cleaned themselves in the morning according to the rules of conduct set by the ladies to ensure that there was no more dirt on their bodies. They tied up their wet hair and knelt on the floor to pray to the small shrine hanging on the wall. The brass statue with exquisite laurels and sharp swords was carved by the ladies, and the face of the statue was shrouded in a radioactive straight line from the light source behind their heads.

The ladies said that they should not look directly at His face now, because their beliefs are not firm enough.

Those perfect people, Tatiyana envies the ladies' calm expressions. They are so powerful, so firm, and so perfect. Those perfect people are said to be life created by the Savior himself! What a great miracle that is! The perfect lady's ability is His great creation!

Tatiana closed her eyes and prayed with unparalleled joy, recalling Ms. Tita's preaching.

Their God does not allow their past to repeat again because they are His people. Their lives belong to Him. According to the ladies, they must serve the Savior with their bodies. Their mission is to use blood and fire to accomplish the Savior's goals. Their flesh and blood are tools, and their beliefs are swords.

Tatiyana's wet blonde hair was hanging straight in front of her eyes. Instead of lifting her blonde hair, she continued her morning service with her sisters. This was the week that they had to do every day, the first thing they had to do after they woke up from their sleep. The next thing was to have a meal, and after a short prayer, she began training.

"I think we are the only people who have finished their homework today. Ms. Tita assigned too much math homework. And today's course is swordsmanship, which is said to be He teaches Ms. Tita's swordsmanship." Her sister Vera said softly after praying, revealing a hint of expectation and fear in her tone, as if she was afraid that her words would be heard by other sisters who also passed through the corridor. Vera is a shy girl, about fourteen years old like her. Tatiyana couldn't imagine what kind of torture she had suffered in the past, so she would hug Vera whenever she had the chance and never mention the scars on her body.

"I saw the ladies' swords." Her voice seemed to be squeezed out from her teeth. "The chain saw, loud."

"That might be the sword we will use in the future." Tatiyana said with a smile, "Ladies say we will have our own sword and bobble gun in the future. I remember the scene where ladies used bobble guns to blow up the walls, and they were like angels..."

"I remember the angel of violence, too! Ladies say that's what we will look like in the future! When do you think we will see Him?" Vera held Tatiyana's arm tightly, and Tatiyana felt that Vera's fingers were trembling. "Ladies say that as long as we train carefully, we will have the opportunity to see Him. Is this true? It is said that Ms. Tita can meet Him every day."

“I don’t think ladies are lying…”

"Or..." Vera stuttered with nervousness, her face full of expressions of excitement and fear, "We, we secretly go see Him..."

Tatyana's first reaction was to imagine a gloomy man shrouded in his hood.

He leaned on a long sword, carrying an endless dazzling brilliance that could melt everything. Then her imagination jumped to another place, and she felt that the entire underground city was a sleeping giant, and He was entrenched on his heart, overlooking everyone struggling in his blood vessels. She also thought that He was as big as three bedrooms, He was a giant sitting on the throne, and under his hood were countless glowing eyes, and paper filled with words she could not understand was sent into the room and was spit out. Every word He spoke was a holy word that could be engraved on the stone, and Ms. Tita flew behind him with wings.

Tatiyana shuddered by her imagination. "I don't think we have this ability, and His side must be full of guards." She said quickly, "and this is a clear transgression, and the ladies will not allow it."

"I just want to see Him," Vera said nervously, "What if we have recited the Word and completed the training, but still haven't heard of Him?"

"Are you accusing the ladies of lying?" Tatiyana's eyes widened.

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"No, I will never do this! I will never doubt ladies!" Vera was so anxious that she was sweating profusely. She stamped her feet, looked around, then leaned into Tatiyana's ear and bit her lips, and squeezed out the smallest voice in her life. "I just want to see Him! I can't stand the blurry appearance of the statue! I want to see Him, I can't stand it for a moment!"

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Stephanie's swimsuit's sun marks look very good and cost a lot of money. According to her, this was a carefully designed sun mark. It cost her thousands of dollars. Salomon had to look at it. After watching it, Salomon chose to go out to relax. After all, he was looking at it, so he couldn't do anything.

Two blonde girls were wearing training suits that were common to sisters, one of whom was just holding the other's arm, looked very nervous. Salomon didn't know how they came here, but given that the sisters' base was not far from here, Salomon thought it was normal for trainees to have been trained. Although the tolerant Immortal City Lord also touched the two little heads in front of him. He sent them back to the training base so that the severe Tita would not increase their training tasks.

Tita is perfect for the psychological reconstruction of these girls, and Salomon is very satisfied with Tita's work. What he knows in the daily training of the girls, and the training of shooting at dead pimps, obviously helping the girls get rid of their fear. What he wants is not a group of girls controlled by fear, but a group of people who understand what they are doing and have plans for the future.

[The fact is not the case at all, Tita uses another method.]
Chapter completed!