"Holy Emperor, your power is boundless. Emperor, save us from suffering. From the ravages of storm and lightning, the great Emperor saves us."
The singing echoed through the ruined church. The fallen and tilted wave-shaped columns reflected the sound, shattering it and scattering it into every corner.
The Battle Sisters were not a choir. Their singing was more like a stirring war hymn. Ornate High Gothic was mastered by only a very few, and now it was being sung in the most impassioned tones.
Ever since Su Ming had agreed to let the sister accompany him, she had remained in an abnormal state of excitement. Even while reloading her bolter, she sang hymns, as though she were ready at any moment to die heroically and return to the Emperor's side.
A faint scorched stench drifted through the air from outside the door, and the chaotic noises from the street were drawing closer as well.
Su Ming was in no hurry. He leaned against the doorway and peered outside, his expression calm.
Efferal walked to his side. Her Power Armor was relatively light and thin, yet it still cast a massive black shadow in the light filtering through the crack in the door. "We need to leave first. Every street in this city's ruins is infested with all kinds of aliens and fiends. We can't let ourselves be attacked from both sides."
The sister did not know that if this man wanted to leave, he could fly away at any time.
So, following normal reasoning, she solemnly advised him to retreat first.
Unhurried, Su Ming lifted a stone pillar and used it to block the main door. He peered outside through a gap, and the strange smell grew even stronger.
"Actually, I have a question. Why are you here alone?"
Battle