亡魂

Salutations, Pilgrim. Je suis Maria Celian, une sœur de la bataille. Je viens de subir mes derniers sacrements et je suis prêt à servir. Vous êtes arrivé à un moment critique. Qu'est-ce qui vous amène à ce lieu sacré en ce moment critique? Que cherchez-vous auprès des fidèles de l'empereur?

*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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