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

"Grand Sister! They broke through the defense line!" A battle nun rushed into the church and was hit by a deadly poisonous crystal. Dark blood spurted out from her mouth and nose, and she collapsed to the ground with a distorted face.

The stained glass of the magnificent church was shattered by the explosion. Sister Lucia, armed with melta pistols and sharp blades, organized the battle sisters of the Order of Martyrs to fight against the Dark Eldar pirates who tried to rush in.

"Sisters! Defend the Emperor's shrine! Use weapons to attack everything you can see! Even if we let the flames burn us all! We can't let the filthy aliens take a step forward!"

"For the Emperor!"

The Battle Sisters used their weapons to create a hail of bullets and fire dragons within the church, covering every spot where the Dark Eldar could stand. Facing these agile killers with erratic figures, carpet strikes are always the most effective.

The attack of the Dark Eldar was contained. They could not rush in despite the promethium flames without gaps. Everyone came out to catch slaves and enjoy themselves, not to risk their lives for some crazy woman. , this is not worth it at all.

Sister Lucia was guarding the center of the entire church position, her face showing no signs of relaxation. The entire Lorne religious world's defense line had fallen apart under the Dark Eldar's looting tactics.

No Imperial fighter plane could catch up with those alien cruise ships, and not even the machine spirit of the Hydra anti-aircraft cannon could lock onto their figures like black wind. Those lightly armored cruise ships also have extremely powerful firepower, and the dark beam can easily penetrate the thick frontal armor of the Leman Russ tank with just one strike.

Even the Poison Blade super-heavy tank couldn't sustain it for too long under the illumination of the black beam.

Not to mention those warriors covered in black armor, who elegantly dodged the salvos of the guards, danced mockingly on the battlefield filled with artillery fire, and then used sharp monomolecule blades to leave a bloody mess on the ground.

Poison crystals and painful lightning will always fill the battlefield with the sound of howling in pain at the limit of mortals. The red water of dissolved flesh and blood soaked all the land on this planet, and the clouds in the sky also carried a fishy smell, pouring down the rain of the dead.

This planet is doomed... They can't survive the arrival of reinforcements... The attacks of these aliens are fast and fierce...

Sister Lucia closed her eyes, hating herself for not being able to defend this planet for the Emperor, hating herself for not being able to implement his loving words, and hating herself for not being able to protect the believers on this planet.

She no longer asks the emperor to forgive her, nor does she long for her soul to return to the throne. She just wants to guard this last church until they are all burned in the flames...

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Sneak attack...engagement...defense...counterattack...

This cycle has gone through more than a dozen times. The Dark Eldar's siege on the church is getting smaller and smaller, but the blockade around it is getting denser and denser. Various deadly traps and completely destroyed neighborhoods prevent the Sisters of Martyrs from leaving the church area.

They could only stare at the city that had been reduced to ruins and slaughterhouses in this last holy land that had not been desecrated by aliens. There was the stench of rotting corpses and the sound of flies buzzing inside.

What will it be like further away? Sister Lucia could only hear a few words from the communicator. The noisy noises, the slight gasps of dying people, as well as moans and cries... These can only make the Sister's heart sink into deeper self-blame and guilt, and they can only make everyone in the Order of Martyrs hate the aliens.

"Grand Sister... I think you should take a look at this." A battle nun with a bandage on her head handed the telescope in Lucia's hand.

She looked in the direction guided by the Battle Sister, and saw only a large group of black spears nailed to the ground. These long and thin spears pierced the bodies of dozens of people, stacked on top of each other, and The aliens playing nearby were wearing the skins of their victims, playing a house-like game.

"Look at me! I'm mom!"

"Hehe! I'm daddy!"

"I'm a kid! My name is Little Tommy! Little Tommy likes sweets the most!"

"Then did you give him candy?"

"I gave that little beast a slice of amman's essence. He was so sweet that his heavenly brain exploded. That pink and tender brain was so beautiful. But you don't know that his parents were paralyzed with fear at first, and then they copied it. The way the kitchen knife rushed towards me was so ridiculous!”

"Hahahaha!"

Sister Lucia listened to the laughter of the Dark Eldar, her heart was cut like a knife, but she still took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, "Continue to observe... There is no need to waste ammunition, every bullet has it The aliens who deserve to be killed..."

"Yes... the Grand Nun..." The Battle Sister took the telescope and continued to observe the movements of the Dark Eldar. This is not the first time something like this has happened. These despicable guys were afraid of confronting them, so they chose to use such dirty methods to lure them out to die.

In the first few times, Sister Lucia would lead the veterans to rush out to rescue some civilians, but each time it was confirmed that this was a trap set by the Dark Eldar. The civilians had highly toxic explosives placed in their internal organs. Many soldiers and While the medical nuns were transporting the wounded back, they were blown into pieces of dissolved poisonous water.

Later, they tried to kill several Dark Eldar with sniper rifles, but they were always dodged by these agile guys. After doing this many times, they realized that doing so was just a waste of precious ammunition that they could not replenish.

Now, they are just like the cowards they hate most, guarding this church, living in shame under the gaze of the emperor and their ancestors.

"Sister! I really can't bear it anymore! Let's do it again!"

A group of wounded nuns blocked Sister Lucia's path, and their voices made other nuns who were still resting look up.

Lucia looked at them. The nuns' equipment was no longer uniform, and some of them didn't even fit. Non-combatant nuns such as the Clerical Department, Medical Department, Stained Window Department, and Psalm Department all took to the battlefield.

The trainees in the reserves didn't even have complete armor on their bodies, but that didn't stop their eyes from being filled with hatred for the aliens and a desire to fight.

"Dear sisters, please listen to me."

"Everyone can see in this war that we have humiliated the Emperor and prevented his glory from continuing to spread on this planet... We failed to protect the three hundred and twenty people on this planet. One hundred million devout people have become the playthings of aliens..."

Black bean sprouts are generally not labeled head-on. They will avoid the main force of the empire, but the strength of the big conspiracy is very strong, and the strength of individual blood pity masters is also very beastly.