Chapter 191: Praise

The emotional words of Sister Lucia touched the hearts of the people. They stayed at their respective posts, but they pricked up their ears and cast some of their eyes over to listen to the Sister's lecture.

"I know that sisters cannot accept hiding in the church and enduring the silent condemnation of the Emperor and the ancestors, but sisters, if we just abandon this church without any plan and preparation and bravely rush out, what can we get?"

A combat sister lowered her head, "We will only fall into the alien trap and be broken one by one by the divided battle formation."

"We may not even let any hateful alien bleed."

Sister Lucia saw that the sisters finally calmed down and nodded with relief, "That's it, we have been humiliated and failed. What we need to do now is not to use blood to prove how loyal we are and how willing we are to sacrifice, but to use all our strength and wisdom to trap the aliens in a battlefield that is unfavorable to them."

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

Lucia opened her arms, embraced the position in the church, half-knelt on the ground, and shed tears. "Everything we built, all the mines buried, all the promethium burning traps set, are the hatred we left for the aliens! Letting the aliens step into the sacred land is a shame, but letting them be unscathed and not spilling a single drop of blood is a greater crime!"

"We hold on here! We burn ourselves with fire! The Martyrs Cathedral will only fall in one possibility! That is, all of us sinful and incompetent nuns will bleed for it!"

"For the Emperor!" The nuns shouted in unison, and the frustration and anger of many days disappeared in the admonition of the elder nun. Think about how stupid they were before, just thinking about letting themselves die on the battlefield and washing away the shame with death.

But how can shame be washed away so easily! It is not with their own blood! It must be washed with aliens! It must be washed with the blood of heretics! Before dragging the aliens to die with them! They will definitely live to the end, to the day when they find a chance to die together 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! Elder sister!" Sister Reese, whose name was called, stepped out, holding a poetry book in her hands, she looked a little excited and excited, and a little cramped and nervous.

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

"Yes, Sister, everyone returned to the throne in the second rescue operation."

"Do you still remember Sister Ira's teachings?"

"Yes, I will never forget Sister Ira's teachings."

"Very good."

Lucia touched Reese's hair, her eyes full of love. 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 will accompany you."

Reese blinked and looked at Lucia, then looked at the other nuns, and found that they did not mean to examine her. From their eyes, she could only see encouragement and love. She felt that her heart was filled with infinite power and nodded vigorously.

"I can, Sister."

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

"Hail for the Merciful and Merciful Emperor! Cheer for our lives, our hopes!"

"For the exiled angel sons! We cry, lament, and shed tears."

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

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

"Dedicated to after we end our exile!"

"Oh! Mercy! Oh! Piety! Oh! Merciful Emperor!"

"From God comes both the end and the beginning!"

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

"Hum~~~" Master Blood Mercy twisted his body and hummed along, and the archon of the conspiracy group beside him also nodded along with the cadence of the chorus.

"I thought that the slaves in these religious worlds were enough, but I didn't expect there would be such a top-notch one. Governor Osabel, can you help me capture these monkeys with moving singing voices?"

"Oh~ Did this inspire Master Amaraga's artistic creation? But we have captured enough slaves. It's not cheap to capture these more~"

Amaraga laughed a few times, and his broken voice, like a broken organ, laughed weakly and unpleasantly. "I will process a group of torture troops to consume them first, and then you can go up and capture the piano player. I will reduce your rent for this year. How about it?"

"Okay, it's reasonable." Osadel nodded with satisfaction, and asked his men to select 100,000 human slaves and hand them over to Master Amaraga for transformation. "Then I will wait for good news. Maybe it won't even be our turn to take action."

"That would be the best."

One hundred thousand human slaves were thrown into the flesh factory of Amalaga. Amid the terrible sound of tearing flesh and knocking bones, batches of twisted and deformed tortures were processed and followed the orders of their masters to move towards the Martyrs' Church.

There were not a hundred thousand of these tortures. After all, there was only so much biomass in an ordinary human being, and no matter how they were processed, they would still be so thin. Therefore, the tortures produced by Amalaga were a mixture of dozens or hundreds of people, approaching the nuns' positions in hundreds and thousands.

Behind them were the dark Eldar pirates who followed slowly, waiting for the tortures to exhaust the nuns in the church, and then they would rush over to reap the fruits. But be careful, those nuns were specifically requested by the customers, so don't kill too many.

"Ahhh!"

The faces of the torturers were screaming and wailing. They had completely lost their minds due to hormone disorder and neurotoxin damage, and turned into beasts that only crave flesh and blood. In the chaotic team, there were even other torturers who couldn't bear the hunger and opened their bloody mouths to try to devour other torturers.

How to distinguish the crudely made torturers from the chaos eggs? Just look at whether they have the blasphemy rune on them.