The mysterious armored man steps forward and the slaughter begins.
Wrack, who could not be stopped by the nuns, was fragile and weak in his hands. Rys did not even see him take out any weapons, but just used his fists to smash Wrack's solid body.
The flowing clouds and flowing water are unstoppable.
Such power is beyond the reach of even Lucia Canoness.
"Who is he?" Rys stared at the massacre of the mysterious man, her mind quickly searching for all the Space Marines Chapter logos she knew, but none of them matched the person in front of her.
The leisurely, lazy and boring Hesahol in the distance saw Wrack, whom he had suppressed one-sidedly, being slaughtered one-sidedly, and he suddenly felt ridiculous.
Then the fast mysterious man killed all the Wracks and stood in front of him. He even took out his hand to catch up with two bone shields. Wrack also killed them easily. There was no blood or flesh on the mysterious Power Armour. His gorgeous and arrogant posture made Hesahol, who claimed to be an art master, feel a little bit ashamed.
"You..."
Without too much nonsense, Hesahol's head was smashed, but the mysterious man seemed to know how to kill a Haemonculi very well and did not relax just because he had his head smashed.
Instead, he used his feet to crush the spine on his back, and beat all the intact parts that could be touched into soft mince inch by inch.
"Lord Angel..." Rys ran over holding the box. He looked a little reserved at the mysterious man, but his face showed the joy of witnessing a demigod slaughtering people on the battlefield.
"... Call me Aurora."
"Uh, Master Aurora."
"Aurora."
"O... Rola."
"Very good."
The mysterious man seemed to hate the honorific title given to him by others. He just waved the cloak behind him and passed over the bodies of the nun and Haemonculi apprentice.
"Did you see anything?"
"Uh... I saw it, Aurora..."
"Take out that grenade."
"Grenade?"
Rys didn't understand what Aurora meant, and stood there not knowing what to do.
"Alas..." Aurora sighed, took the box in Rys's hand, took out Sacred Golden Orb, and shook it in Rys's face, "Did you see it? This is a grenade, a grenade that looks very sacred."
"Ah?" Rys stared blankly at the holy object, unable to accept the fact that it was a grenade for a moment.
Without paying much attention to Rys's surprise, Aurora grabbed Rys's hand and taught him step by step how to activate the grenade.
"Later, you will do this first... like this... and then like this... understand?"
"Got it."
"Very good."
Rys held the sacred grenade and watched Aurora take out the book Complete Hymnal. He flipped through it casually and found one of the pages. He gently pulled the footer with his hand, as if he wanted to tear the page off directly.
Aurora looked at the book, then at Rys, then at Three-Eyes who was saving his compatriots in the distance and sighed.
"Perhaps this leaves you with a better destiny..."
Throwing the book in his hand to Rys, Aurora touched her head and said, "Explode with a grenade and you will escape. I have already calculated it. You will be fine."
"What about you?"
"Shh... I still have my mission..."
Rys only felt her eyes blink normally, and the Aurora in front of her eyes disappeared, as if the huge mysterious man had never existed.
Fake?
No, it's true... at least the dead Xenos and the sisters are real.
Where to create a rift? Can everyone really survive? Reese began to doubt herself. She was just a little nun in the hymn department, how could she shoulder such an important responsibility.
Rys hugged the book tightly, as if this was the only way to make her feel at ease. Among the corpses, she heard noisy footsteps and cries suppressed by fear.
"Sir... we have rescued all the living people, and there are more people following us..."
"Ah... ah..."
"My lord? My lord? What should we do next?"
"Ah..." Rys looked at those eyes full of hope and expectation, and nervousness gripped her heart. She tried to find someone who could talk to her, but found that her sister was already dead.
She took a deep breath, hugged Complete Hymnal and the sacred grenade tightly, and shouted to the people who escaped from death, "Follow me! Let's escape from this hell!"
The voice was trembling a little, but no one noticed the problem.
Rys stood where Aurora gave him guidance, recalling the method of using the sacred grenade that Aurora taught her. She held the grenade high above her head and sang its praises.
"Merciful Lord, bless this grenade!"
"Blow your enemies to pieces!"
"Forgive them, God promised, and people sacrificed lambs, sloths, carps, anchovies, orangutans, millet, fruit bats..."
Then Rys changed his tone, making his voice sound older and more mature, "Omit some, brother."
This strange dialogue-like prayer made Rys feel a little trembling. She even thought it was Aurora's way of teasing her, but she had no choice but to continue chanting in High Gothic's complex and rap style.
Most of the people are not well educated and don't know much about this kind of High Gothic, and the fear in their hearts has taken over their hearts. No one cares about Rys's embarrassment.
"God said, first take off the bolt! Then count to three, neither more nor more. You should count to three. The number you count is three. Except for counting to three, don't count to four or two."
"Five means there are too many. Once three is counted and it becomes the third number counted, throw Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch high at the enemy."
"Amen."
Although Rys didn't know who God was, maybe it was another name for the Emperor? But she still pulled off the shackle of the sacred grenade, counted for three seconds, and then threw it under a wall.
Golden holy light appeared from inside the grenade, and a sacred voice came out of thin air. Rys had never heard it before, and no one present had ever heard such words.
"Ha~Hallelujah!"
The violent explosion completely engulfed the wall, and the subsequent dimensional barriers and dimensional blocking nails were all destroyed by the explosion of the sacred grenade. The damage hole transmitted light, illuminating everyone's faces.
A sacred and magnificent door, it exudes golden light, illuminating the face of every living person, and warmth returns to Rys.
Master Aurora did not deceive me...
Rys felt his body decompose into light and float toward the door. The survivors of the factory also turned into light and entered it.
When they regained consciousness, they found that the noisy and bloody factory was gone. There were only buildings of an indistinguishable style around them, and a line of Low Gothic on the wall.
"Welcome to the ranch, survive and avenge us."
Three-Eyes came over and knelt in front of Rys, "Sir, what should we do..."
Rys looked at the big words on the wall, at the frightened crowd, and at Complete Hymnal in his hand.
She held up the shimmering book and shouted loudly, "Try to survive! For us! For them! Revenge!"
The crowd fell to their knees and prayed for the Rys saint who saved them...
But Rys knows that she is not the one who saves all sentient beings...
The ultimate old joke