Prayer purifies the soul, and pain cleanses the body. Both exist, where human nature lies.
In the ruins of the church, a woman in heavy armor was kneeling on the dusty ground to pray. The icon under the fallen pillars was covered by a hood.
As the earth shook, the dilapidated dome seemed to be overwhelmed by the burden, dust and debris falling downwards.
Green light flashed outside the gate from time to time, and screams always sounded in the night. These sounds were far away and yet very close.
The woman kneeling on the ground was once a perfect weapon. Her hatred for the devil burned in her chest like an eternal flame. The joints of the armor were covered with red wax-sealed motto ribbons and an iron halo on the backpack.
shining.
But at this time, she threw aside the power sword and bolt pistol, and pinched the elbow of her left hand with her right hand, as if to prevent the weird green light from spreading to her shoulder.
A large amount of sweat slid down her forehead, and the white pot lid was steaming with heat. The pain caused psychic visions, and she was praying for the emperor's help.
The words "desperate" are not enough to describe her current situation. With enemies on all sides, maybe the enemies are too lazy to pay attention to her existence.
But her heart of honor still led her to attack those unclean things. After cutting open the body of the third heavy destroyer, she was still hit in the arm by the green light weapon.
A kind of cold energy began to corrode her body. She mobilized her spiritual energy to fight against it, and broke out of the enemy's lines and found a church in the ruins of the city.
In fact, she didn't deliberately search for it, but as if it was destined, she was sent here by unknown guidance.
Outside the door was an army of undead, and they were also fighting against the greenskins, but the battlefield was getting closer and closer, and it might not take long for her to be discovered.
But the Sister's will and loyalty remained unwavering, and she prayed to the Emperor as always, just as she had done in the convent on Ophelia VII.
Pray that you can return to the battlefield and use your life as a bargaining chip to spread the glory of the Emperor.
This is not a fear of death, but a desire to die more gloriously, at least under the eyes of the emperor.
Maybe her prayers were answered, maybe seeing the fallen statue inspired her fighting spirit. With a low roar, golden light bloomed on her left hand, and the green light was like snow meeting the sun.
melt.
Her new skin is as tender as a baby, and her new muscles are as strong as steel.
"Praise the Emperor! Praise forever!"
She exhaled and reached out to touch the helmet on the side to prepare to return to the battlefield. The white mask-like helmet was covered with staggered scars, revealing the silver-white background of the metal.
However, at this moment, behind her, at the dilapidated door of the church, a terrifying machine floated in silently.
Its lower body looks like a flattened football, with a human-shaped metal skeleton glued to one end to form the upper body. It holds a huge plasma cannon in its hands, and the green light that beats inside is
The light did not shine very far in this sacred court.
The Necron Destroyer discovered the nun kneeling in front of the icon, and raised the weapon in its hand as it should, and the dark green energy began to gather.
The sound of the converging electric current woke the woman up. She only had time to grab the power sword and turn around, only to see the muzzle thicker than her waist right in front of her.
The rich green ball of light was rolling, as if the next time she blinked, she would be blown into ashes, along with the holy statue behind her.
This was not the glorious death she had imagined, but as the Emperor's daughter, she would only be relieved when facing death, not fearful.
She stared at the ball of light that seemed to be still without blinking, and memories came to her mind. She thought of her dead sisters and the murderer who had not been hunted down so far.
Time became very slow, as if she was waiting for the next time she blinked, and the enemy's weapon would send her to the emperor.
But she didn't wait until the green light was emitted. There was something moving normally in her forbidden world. It was a golden war hammer wrapped with thunder, and it flew in the sky.
After knocking away the plasma cannon, it slammed into the chest of the Heavy Destroyer.
With just one blow, accompanied by the roar of electricity, the monster, which was extremely powerful for mortals, fell into pieces, and the fragments scattered and hit the ruins everywhere.
There wasn't even an explosion, it was just the sheer power that made the enemy unable to resist.
"Is this what the battle sisters are doing? Staring at the enemy's cannon in a daze?"
She heard a hoarse voice coming from the icon behind her, like the whisper of an old man in the dark. She couldn't tell the gender from it, nor could she hear the emotion. She could only hear that it was something between Brother Gao and others.
An ancient language between Teutonic and Low Gothic.
The successive changes in the scene made her begin to wonder if she had overused her psychic powers. She heard the whispers of the subspace demon, but when she turned around warily, she realized that it was not the demon disguised as a holy icon that was speaking to her.
Instead, a man in armor walked out from behind the icon.
The nun had never seen this kind of armor, half black and half yellow, and she also had no idea that such a short Brother Astartes could exist.
"Who are you?"
The tall, strong woman raised her sword. Her hilt was wrapped with sacred cables and steel spikes, and decorated with skulls representing pure divinity.
"A passerby watching the excitement." The man in black and yellow armor was about the same height as her. He completely ignored the weapon in her hand and walked to the other side to pick up the warhammer: "This planet seems to be very popular, I came to see it.
Look what’s going on, this abandoned city is very lively.”
"Say who you are! Demon!"
The Battle Sister rolled back warily and picked up the bolter from the ground. She felt the overwhelming pressure from the thin figure in front of her.
She couldn't determine what caused this pressure, but she was certain that no warrior she had ever seen was stronger than him. This was her intuition.
As strong as a devil...
"Why are you evil? No evidence is needed to convict?" The figure put the huge warhammer on his shoulders, tilted his head and looked at her with a speechless look: "Which religious order are you from? Be careful, I will go to the inquisition to participate.
One copy for you."
The Battle Sisters are known for being suspicious, because they usually assist the work of the Heretic Tribunal and deal with various bad elements lurking within the human empire, demons disguised as humans, etc.
They will doubt anyone.
But when the figure in front of her said that she was going to the Heretic Tribunal to file a complaint, the woman relaxed a little, because the real evil spirits would not dare to approach there at all, and the sacred fire there would purify any heretic.
"Don't move! Face, show me your face!"
She moved the muzzle of the gun and motioned for the figure to take off his helmet and show it to her. It was really not right to encounter a humanoid creature in such a ghost place.
We must first confirm whether he is a demon, an Eldar, or a genetic corruptor.
However, the other party just sighed lightly.
When he took off his helmet, revealing a face that was exactly the same as the Emperor's in the records of the Imperial Church, she was stunned.