In other words, since humans set foot on the vast galaxy, we have been separated by a distance that is difficult to see each other throughout our lives.
While maintaining the name of a unified empire, united under a sacred will and name.
Can you really believe that in the face of countless crises and deaths, there will be miracles given by that will?
It is undeniable that most people's beliefs are speculative at this moment, because there are not many options available to them, and belief in the Emperor is the meaning of the Empire's existence.
But as a minority among the minority, the Septons Astartes and the Emperor's Daughters are obviously not exempt from this. They believe this and use it as a weapon of faith.
They use this to strengthen their will, because there are too many dangers in this galaxy that are beyond their knowledge, and even as powerful as they are, they will feel desperate;
They use this to obscure their own understanding, because there are certain existences in this world, and when they come into contact with them, they will inevitably understand the more terrifying "truth" under the nature of the universe.
This is the function of faith. It is not only a barrier, but also a kind of stubbornness.
As for the miracle itself, it seems not so important at this moment.
But when this miracle really came and happened in front of them.
Its existence will still give these angels in the eyes of mortals a spiritual inspiration that goes beyond the miracle itself.
——By: An unnamed Astartes warrior.
What Sulla and his team members saw was such a miracle.
The Death Watch, who had been sneaking all the way, reached the middle level of the hive when they heard gunfire from the next block.
And when they confirmed from the simple auspicious device that it was not a trap, they rushed to the scene where the battle broke out.
What they saw from their respective observation devices, one block apart, was the moment Padilla regained consciousness.
Holy light is a golden light that is visible to the naked eye and belongs to supernatural power.
When the Battle Sisters are about to die but Sulla's death watch has not yet arrived.
It was the voice from Padilla that gave the two battle sisters hope again from despair.
"In the name of the Emperor!"
Miris and her sisters were instantly inspired by the loud and high-pitched war cry, and what followed was the pervasive golden light that could even penetrate matter.
The giants in front of them stopped surrounding them and roared in terror as they continued to retreat!
The rebels on the periphery of the crowd seemed to have seen the excommunication that hit their souls!
The golden light shone on everyone, then overflowed the small room and radiated outward.
Whether it was the rebels in the room or the officers and priests standing on the street, after feeling this golden light, black smoke rose from their bodies, and at the same time, flames burning their souls were ignited!
"Holy...my Lord!"
Miris and the other battle nun had no time to be surprised, and were immediately inspired by this sacred light.
They knelt down selflessly on the battlefield surrounded by enemies, chanting the Emperor's name in a low voice.
At this moment, a familiar figure descended silently from the stairs behind them.
That was the Padilla they were familiar with, but not entirely.
Golden light was like a long veil, hanging down from the golden crown suspended above her head, while a pair of pure white wings that were twice her height spread silently behind her.
What a sacred scene this is, and what an exciting picture it is!
The golden angel held a sword burning with flames in his hand, spread his wings from mid-air and slowly landed on the ground.
The Fallen staggered back while howling in pain, while the two Battle Sisters were under her protection, bathing in the light from the Lord of Humanity!
Well……
Mirius felt unprecedentedly relaxed, and even the old wounds on his body were healed.
The surging blood and active muscles made her feel younger and more energetic than ever before, and this gift was so incredible to her that she even thought it was an illusion.
But this was not an illusion, and her feelings were also fulfilled by another sister.
She opened her eyes, and right in front of her, the sister who lost her right arm in the battle was subconsciously stretching out her intact right hand, waking up from a daze and confusion.
No, it's more than that.
The miracle has come, and it's not just what they felt!
In the corner of the small building, the body that had been shattered by the traitor was being reshaped!
And on the opposite corner of the street, behind the surging crowd of rebels, Selvi, who died due to the enemy's conspiracy and whose body was blown to pieces by a trap, was subconsciously looking at her intact body with the same ignorant eyes!
"Excommunication has come! Do the Lord's will!"
Padilla stood up from her half-kneeling posture, but before she could swing the sword in her hand, the fallen people around her fell to the ground in the flames!
The Emperor's Angel flew up again with roaring wings, and the cry from her mouth made the Emperor's Daughter and the Astartes in the distance put aside their hesitation and devote themselves to revenge against the traitors!
"For the Golden Throne!"
Padilla shouted and rushed out of the small building, then suddenly fell from the sky.
Groups of armored giants were swept away by the long sword in her hand, and immediately fell into the blazing flames.
Lava-red incisions appeared on their chests, but they felt no pain at all and just fell down weakly.
The battle nuns were greatly inspired, because the golden light bathed in that figure also fell on them at this time!
Infinite power surged out from their hearts, and the figures of countless ancestors singing hymns and dying with joy flashed through their minds!
Facing the enemy's bullets in fear, the nuns did not shy away from the sword and marched towards the traitor's array!
And the golden light coming from Padilla was just as they thought, like a transparent wall of sighs, refracting and blocking every bullet and sword from the enemy!
"The throne is above you!" Sulla looked at the battle nuns flying in the sky, and was speechless with mixed feelings for a moment.
He was both moved by the holiness he saw and hesitated by the imperial truth he upheld as an Astartes.
But no matter what, now is definitely not the time to hesitate.
"Fire! Prioritize heavy armor..." Sulla ordered his comrades behind him, but was immediately interrupted by Padilla's actions.
The golden angel descended from the sky right before his eyes, and then brandished a long sword full of flames, completely destroying the target group he had just set.
And this scene was seen by Sulla, who made him temporarily change the tactical order he had just issued.
"Prioritize attacking officers and fire units! The third plan, aggressor posture, free fire and march!"
"Roger that!" The responses from the comrades were still short and powerful, but someone as sensitive as Sulla could easily feel the passion and fanaticism hidden beneath the calmness.
The rhythm of the battle has completely reversed, and the enemy's array is in disarray after repeated attacks.
Padilla, who was high in the sky, calmly looked at the street corner. The appearance of the Astartes warriors seemed to have been expected by her, but also seemed to be unable to attract the attention of this sacred creature.
The war surrounding the street corner church has now taken on a completely different look and ending.
But in the tall tower not far away and in the distant void, two people from different forces felt the changes here at the same time.