Efferal did not know whether throwing shoes would work, but she did know one thing: following Deathstroke could never go wrong.
Among the thousands of passages branching off in every direction from the walls of the Great Stasis Chamber, Deathstroke led her flying into one of them. It seemed they had chosen correctly.
The passage grew wider and wider, while the air became increasingly viscous. An invisible pressure made it difficult for the Psionic nun to breathe. She instinctively used her psychic power to resist it, causing her entire body to glow faintly.
"Fighting is unavoidable from here on out. Try not to overuse your psychic power." Deathstroke spoke beside her ear as they flew, as though he had foreseen what they would face. "The Tomb King himself is nothing special, and the undead army is not much of a concern in this confined underground space. But if he has a shard of the C'tan, you must keep your distance from me and make your psychic shield as strong as possible."
"I understand. It just feels like a dream. I never imagined that two people could venture this deep into a Necron Grand Cemetery. Normally, this is something only a Space Marine Chapter could accomplish."
The nun nodded. Her white hair covered her eyes. It had grown quite a bit over the past few days; her mushroom cut was no longer round at all, replaced by shoulder-length hair parted down the middle.
Su Ming chuckled. The two blue glows raced through the pitch-black tunnel, yet the howling wind did not interfere with his words.
"Don't think too much about it. Isn't the Emperor on our side too?"
More than ten seconds later, the view before them suddenly opened up. After several turns, a magnificent underground city abruptly appeared before their