As they looked at the man, his gaze fell upon them as well. Only then did their attention shift from his face to that eye.
What kind of gaze was that? One moment, it shone with warmth and wisdom; the next, it was cold and merciless. Such an eerie contradiction appearing within one person instantly seized both their hearts.
This was what could be called miraculous.
If there was anything imperfect about him, it was probably his missing eye. Yet that flaw somehow felt perfectly fitting, as though the galaxy itself acknowledged that he was meant to have only one eye.
The way he looked down at them from above was the main reason the two had been left speechless.
In the past, Space Marines had encountered many citizens of the Empire—ordinary civilians, primitive nobles, planetary guardsmen, and so on. Those people looked at them as though they were gods.
But this was different. This man looked at them as though they were ordinary people, calm and as if he had expected them all along.
"Praise the Emperor!"
Su Ming, who had deliberately struck a pose, leaped down from the mountain of corpses. He had achieved his goal of letting them witness his valiant image. Besides, holding up that huge head any longer was disgusting—the greenskin had rather bad breath.
He tossed the Mekboy's head in his hand to the Battle Sister, then walked up to the two men and spoke casually.
The difference in height between them was more than twofold, yet he did not tilt his head up as most people would. He merely looked calmly ahead, as though their faces were level with the waist of his Power Armor.
"Praise Him forever!"
The Chaplain secretly shoved the Wolf Lord aside with his hip, stepping forward first to