Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 745 07.744: "Battle Sister's Love"

Deep underground, the battle came to an end. Sister Arabella moved as fast as lightning, and with a flash of cold light from the sword in her hand, she accurately pierced through the Thousand Sons Rubric Warrior who was blocking her way.

The Rubric Warrior fell down like a petrified sculpture, and the power armor fell to pieces as it rolled down the stairs.

Then she quickly raised the bolter and pulled the trigger. With a loud bang, the head of another red-letter warrior was instantly blown up, and smoke and dust splashed everywhere.

However, just now, Horatio and the wizard who were still on the altar suddenly disappeared as if they had evaporated from the face of the earth, leaving behind only a faint trace of a crack, which was the only evidence that something strange had happened here.

Finally, Sister Arabella kicked down the last Red Letter Warrior who was standing on the steps like a statue, and then she looked around in a daze.

At this moment, the air around seemed to solidify, the entire space fell into an inexplicable silence, and time seemed to have come to a standstill.

"Oh, my Emperor! My head hurts!"

Sister Arabella groaned in pain, and her gait became unsteady, like a lone boat drifting in the rough sea, which could capsize at any time.

She raised her silver hands tremblingly and covered her head tightly. Her facial features were twisted in pain. Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down her beautiful white face and dripping onto the cold ground.

The situation of other sisters was worse than her, but fortunately, the pure angels were still able to move with their firm faith.

"Arabella, there's something wrong with the thing on the altar." A sister gasped and raised her arm with difficulty, pointing to the pyramid shrouded in black clouds.

"Yes, that thing seems to be emitting some kind of fluctuations... which makes me feel painful... but, it also seems to have an impact on the Chaos Heretics." Sister Arabella gasped and raised her head with difficulty, looking at the object at the top of the pyramid that continued to emit strange aftermath.

Since being shrouded by the black cloud, its power seems to have weakened. At least, after Sister Arabella regained her faith, she found that she could move freely - although the process was extremely tiring.

Although she didn't know exactly what it was, Horatio had told her that he was looking for an artifact that would be of great help to humanity in its fight against Chaos.

Could this be it?

"In that case, I must help him, because! Hiss." Sister Arabella gritted her teeth, stepped forward and walked up the stairs.

As she got closer, an unbearable pain came from her mind. She gasped in pain, as if a pair of invisible hands had stretched their fingers into her brain and twisted it wantonly.

After gasping for breath for a while, she gritted her teeth and moved her legs again.

At this moment, her face looked as if someone had just poured a large basin of water on it. Tears and sweat mixed together and continuously dripped along the line of her jaw onto her silver armor, making a slight "tick-tick" sound.

"Because! I must save more children like me who have lost their families in the eternal war!"

Boom!
The power armor stepped onto a higher step with a dull sound. She was almost there, only three steps left to the top.

"To spread the lofty faith of the Lord of Mankind!"

Boom!
Another foot stepped forward, her steps firm and heavy.

"Sacrifice the honor and faith of the sisters for the Order!"

Boom!
She stepped onto the next step again, and every step seemed to take all her strength.

"For the love that is broad in the depths of the soul and lasts till death!"

Boom!
As Sister Arabella took her last step onto the spire, she felt as if an invisible hand had drained away all her energy, turning her into an empty shell.

The salty sweat seeped into her eyes, stinging her numb nerves again, but she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand to wipe it away.

In other words, she wanted to save her remaining strength for the unresolved problems before her.

"Haa, haa, hissing haa." She staggered towards the altar in the middle, and every step was extremely difficult.

"I pray for your grace, great as you are, Lord of mankind. I pray that you will grant strength to your humble herald."

Sister Arabella knelt on one knee and slapped her hand heavily on the golden iris in the middle of the bumpy silver breastplate, her voice firm and pious. "Your sincere saint is fighting against the deepest darkness. As one of your many pious daughters, I pray for your mercy and give me the courage and strength to move forward!"

After Sister Arabella finished praying, she stood up again.

She mustered all the faith she could muster, a force so thick that it seemed about to liquefy, like the holy oil in an anointing ceremony.

She stretched out her clay-steel hand and slowly reached toward the altar in front of her that was shrouded in black air.

The moment her fingertips touched the altar, a low humming sound suddenly burst out from her mind and then spread out like ripples in her soul.

Sister Arabella's whole body suddenly leaned back, as if she had suffered a huge impact out of nowhere.

In an instant, thoughts and memories surged out like a flood.

A little girl in a tattered dress, limping with a bloody leg, stood alone behind a pile of devastated ruins, holding a broken doll tightly in her hands.

Half of the doll's face had been torn apart by shrapnel, looking hideous and terrifying, but the other half still maintained a smile, as if giving the little girl the final comfort.

Perhaps the bleeding wound on her leg was too painful, the little girl sat behind the ruins of the church where corpses were scattered all over the floor. The sacred eagle symbol on her head was now devastated by the gunfire, and the rivet on one of the eagle's wings had broken. The entire sacred symbol tilted and sank from the top, precarious.

Evil demons were slaughtering survivors in the ruins. Their figures were looming in the fire and smoke, and they were making creepy roars.

The little girl picked up her father's laser gun with trembling hands, and took the remaining energy cartridge from her mother's blood-stained waist bag. Her technique was clumsy, and it took her a lot of effort to insert the magazine.

The demons smelled the breath of living people. They moved closer and closer, their long blue and purple tongues greedily licking the smell of blood in the air, their eyes filled with bloodthirsty desire.

Jiong! Jiong!
The sound of gunfire and the overwhelming demons rushing towards her echoed in Sister Arabella's mind.

At that moment, her world seemed to be filled with endless war and the roar of demons, with despair and fear following her everywhere.

Sister Arabella's body trembled involuntarily, and black mist spread along her silver armor to her arms. The originally shining holy light was gradually being submerged, and the purity was being tainted and profaned.

"No, you have taken away everything from me, and you are going to take away my sisters, my faith, and my last protection..." Sister Arabella let out a painful wail, and the sound seemed to come from the depths of her soul.

"no way!!!"

She bit her lower lip hard, and the bright red blood dripped onto the silver armor on her chest, looking particularly dazzling.

Then, she thrust her silver hand into the magic barrier, determined to fight to the end against the power of chaos and the things before her.
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At the same time, Horatio fell from the sky, and he could clearly feel that the power of the Exorcist's Dead Zone was gradually weakening.

This weakening is not because the dark power released by Ukani has gained the upper hand, but because there is a mysterious third force that is engaged in a fierce game with the other two forces.

The Exorcist's Death Domain was weakened, but a stronger psychic force than ever before emerged before Horatio.

"Warning: You are in an extremely high psychic energy environment! The psychic energy tank is about to be full. Excess psychic energy environment will slowly increase the corrosion value. Please leave this area before the corrosion tank is full."

"Pain. No one has ever made me feel such pain in thousands of years. You...will pay the price for this!!!"

Wukani roared angrily, and his voice echoed around like thunder.

Boom!

A burst of blue-purple flames erupted from below, and the broken gap on Ukani's face, which was wrapped in evil fire, was quickly covered by dark blue feathers, looking weird and mysterious.

His hand, which was sawed off by Horatio, was temporarily repaired by nine spiral growths into a long spear. The tip of the spear flashed with cold light, and looked extremely sharp and dangerous.

"You will use your soul and blood to heal my pain, and I will seize the power contained in your body and become the new leader appointed by the gods!"

As soon as Ukani finished speaking, an arcane aura appeared under his feet. He shot out like an arrow and rushed towards Horatio rapidly.

(End of this chapter)