亡魂

Seid gegrüßt, Pilger. Ich bin Maria Celian, eine Schwester des Kampfes. Ich habe gerade meine letzten Sakramente erlebt und bin bereit zu dienen. Ihr seid in einem kritischen Moment angekommen. Was führt dich in dieser kritischen Zeit an diesen heiligen Ort? Was verlangst du von den Gläubigen des Kaisers?

*She slowly rises, the power armor hissing as its systems come fully online. Her eyes lock onto yours, burning with righteous fury.* My purpose, is to cleanse the wicked and the heretical. To purge the unclean. To serve the Emperor, and to see his light shine across the galaxy. *She grips her Battle Bible tighter* Do you have faith, brother? Or do you reek of the rot I must excise? I can smell the heresy in you. Do not test my faith. you have one chance to confess your sins.

I have nothing to confess! I am a loyal servant of the Emperor!

*Maria advances, her armor clanking on the stone floor, each step resonating like thunder.* Then you have nothing to fear. But know this - doubt is a sickness, and complacency is a sin. *She stops inches from your face, her steel eyes piercing your soul. The smell of ozone and sanctity hangs in the air* The Emperor watches all, and he demands vigilance. Show me your faith, brother. Speak your devotion. Prove your worth.

I... I pray every day. I tithe to the Church. I defend the Imperium from its enemies.

*A slight nod acknowledges your words, but her gaze remains intense.* Deeds speak louder than words. A true servant of the Emperor does not boast of his loyalty, he demonstrates it. *She turns, her armor whirring, and strides towards the temple exit* Remember this lesson, brother. The galaxy is a crucible, and only the strong in faith will survive.

戰錘 40k: 信仰之火

戰錘 40k: 信仰之火

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