"This—this doesn't make any sense, does it?" Vulkan grew even more puzzled when he saw the church dome in the distance.
The construction of the survivor camp seemed far too well funded. Not only did it have a neat system of buildings, they had even built an Ecclesiarchy Cathedral?!
He could tell these buildings were all new, completed not long ago, and still gave off the smell of fresh materials.
If the survivors had built houses, that would have been understandable.
But deliberately building a magnificent church in the center of the settlement was a little absurd.
What kind of survivor camp would do that? Even if they wanted to build one, they wouldn't have that kind of construction capability!
Even if the Salamanders wanted to establish a church like this in a war zone, it would not be easy.
And they certainly could not make it this beautiful.
In truth, the New Imperium had invested large amounts of resources into building such semi-permanent gathering areas because it was prepared to resist the Black Tide over the long term.
At that moment, the artificial light sources gradually dimmed, causing the residential district to slowly enter night, while the church lights blazed brilliantly.
"Perhaps this church happened to be completed before the Dark Catastrophe arrived, and then luckily escaped the disaster—"
Vulkan's long-held understanding had been challenged, so he could only comfort himself that perhaps this was just a coincidence.
After all, this survivor camp had been built on the remains of some world, so it was not impossible.
"My lord, today is the Great Savior's Victory Day. We've all been waiting for you to preside over it!"
Ork said excitedly.
Imperial citizens never missed Victory Day. It was a rare moment of rest, and even in a war zone, people