Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Sister Lucia's emotional words touched everyone's hearts. They stayed at their respective posts, but raised their ears and turned part of their gaze to listen to the words of the Sister.

"I know that the sisters cannot accept hiding in the church like this and enduring the silent condemnation of the emperor and ancestors, but sisters...if we abandon this church without any plan or preparation, brave What can we gain by rushing out?”

A battle nun lowered her head, "We will only fall into the trap of the aliens, and then be defeated by divided combat formations..."

"Maybe not even a single abomination will bleed..."

Seeing that the nuns had finally calmed down, Sister Lucia nodded happily, "That's it. We have been humiliated and failed. What we have to do now is not to use blood to prove how loyal we are and how powerful we are." When we are willing to sacrifice, we must use all our strength and all our wisdom to make the aliens fall into a battlefield that is not good for them."

"And here!" Lucia suddenly raised the volume. Under the influence of the loudspeaker and the church structure, her voice echoed, appearing sacred and great.

Lucia opened her hands, hugged the position in the church, half-knelt on the ground, and shed tears, "Everything we have built, all the mines we have laid, and all the promethium burning traps we have set are for the aliens." The hatred left behind! It is certainly a shame to allow aliens to step into the sacred ground, but to leave them unscathed and not even a drop of blood spilled is an even greater crime!"

"We stick to this place! We burn ourselves with fire! The Cathedral of the Martyrs will only fall under one possibility! That is if we, the sinful and incompetent nuns, all shed our blood for it!"

"For the Emperor!" All the nuns shouted in unison, and the grievances and anger they had felt for many days dissipated in the sound of the senior nun's admonishment. Thinking about how stupid they were before, they only wanted to let themselves die on the battlefield and use death to wash away their shame.

But how could the shame be washed away so easily! It's not with its own blood! Instead, use aliens! It can only be washed away with the blood of heretics! Before dragging the aliens to die with them! They will definitely live until the end, until the day they find the opportunity to die with the aliens!

The elder sister smiled. She was happy to see everyone's spirits lifted again. She sat in the hall on the organ chair built into the wall, "Sister Reese."

"Here! Sister!" Sister Reis, whose name was called, came out, holding a hymn book in her hand. She seemed a little excited and excited, but also a little embarrassed and nervous.

"Don't be nervous, kid..." Lucia smiled gently, "I remember you are the last remaining child in the choir class."

"Well...yes, Sister, everyone returned to the throne during the second rescue operation."

"Do you remember Sister Ila's teachings?"

"Remember, I will never forget Sister Ila's teachings."

"very good."

Lucia touched Reese's hair, her eyes full of affection. She had no ill feelings towards this hard-working child who had just joined the order, "Now you are the lead singer of the choir, can you lead everyone to sing together?" I'll accompany you."

Reese blinked and looked at Lucia, then at the other nuns, and found that they had no intention of scrutinizing her. Only encouragement and love could be seen in their eyes. She felt infinite power welling up in her heart and nodded vigorously.

"I can, Sister."

"Very good." Lucia nodded with satisfaction and played the organ. Reese heard the familiar accompaniment, opened the hymnbook, and loudly led the other nuns to sing with her.

"Hail to the Merciful Emperor! Hail to our lives, our hopes!"

"Because of the banished sons of angels! We weep and lament and shed all our tears."

"Oh! Protect us and focus your kind eyes on me!"

"God Emperor! This comes from the fruit of your blessing!"

"Dedicate yourself to the end of our exile!"

"Oh! Mercy! Oh! Piety! Oh! Kind Emperor!"

“What comes from God is both the end and the beginning!”

The sacred chorus came from inside the church, spread from the angel-shaped sacred loudspeaker to the ruined city, and also entered the ears of the Dark Eldar who were observing the church from a distance.

"Hmph hum~~" Master Xue Lianren twisted his body and hummed along. The consul of the conspiracy next to him also nodded along with the rhythm of the chorus.

"I thought that these slaves in the religious world were enough, but I didn't expect that there could be such excellent ones. Consul Osabel, can you help me capture these monkeys with beautiful singing voices?"

"Oh~ Did this inspire Master Amalaga's artistic creation? But we have captured enough slaves... If we catch these again, the price will not be cheap~"

Amalaga laughed a few times, and her voice, which was as bad as a broken organ, sounded feeble and unpleasant. "I will process a group of torture troops to consume them first. Then you go up and catch the piano player. I How about reducing your rent for this year?"

"Okay, it makes sense." Ossadel nodded with satisfaction, and asked his men to name a hundred thousand human slaves and give them to Master Amalaga for transformation. "Then I will just wait for the good news. Maybe it won't even be our turn." Take action.”

"That's naturally the best..."

One hundred thousand human slaves were thrown into Amalaga's flesh and blood factory. Amidst the terrible sound of tearing flesh and knocking bones, batches of twisted and deformed tortures were processed. Following their master's orders, they marched towards the Church of the Martyrs. .

There are not hundreds of thousands of these torturers. After all, an ordinary human body has only a small amount of biomass, and it will be so thin no matter how processed it is. Therefore, the batch of torturers created by Amalaga are dozens or hundreds of people. A mixture of humans approaching the nuns' position in the hundreds.

Behind them were the Dark Eldar pirates who were slowly following them, waiting to torture the nuns in the church until they ran out of ammunition and food. It was time for them to rush over and harvest the fruits. But be careful, those nuns are requested by customers by name, so don't kill too many.

"Ahhh!"

The faces on the bullies roared and wailed. They had completely lost their minds due to hormone disorders and neurotoxin damage, and turned into beasts that only thirsted for flesh and blood. There were even other bullies in the chaotic team because they could not bear hunger. Zhang It opened its bloody mouth and tried to swallow up other abuses.

How to distinguish between crude abuse and chaos eggs? Just look to see if they have blasphemous runes on them.