【战锤40k同人作品翻译】 Ennui 第二十八章：异端 Heresy(17)
“Do we simply wait for them to find us?” I raised an eyebrow at that. “Do not forget, my Craftworld cousins are doubtless on their way.”
“I am aware,” Alessa said. “But we must play this correctly, and when I look upon the plaza I know in my heart it is the correct path.” She laid a hand on my shoulder, then reached up and trailed a single finger across my lips as she smiled. “The God-Emperor guides me, ‘Rae, and I shall follow the path He has given me.”
“The Emperor protects,” I intoned. There was something strangely comforting in saying the phrase aloud, and now I could understand why the humans said it so often.
“Come, my heart.” Alessa laced her fingers in mine.
Taking what supplies we could easily carry, we descended the spire hand-in-hand, with my grip guiding her down the treacherous and rubble-strewn steps of the ruined habitat.
I kept my senses alert and tuned for the slightest whisper of suspicious movement. I was not certain I would see or hear one of my cousins before they were upon us. Some of their Shrine warriors were masterful assassins, no less than the terrible Mandrake, but most of my Craftworld kin preferred the old ways of battle, when we would surge across the field with witchblades held aloft and cries of battle on our lips.
“I am aware,” Alessa said. “But we must play this correctly, and when I look upon the plaza I know in my heart it is the correct path.” She laid a hand on my shoulder, then reached up and trailed a single finger across my lips as she smiled. “The God-Emperor guides me, ‘Rae, and I shall follow the path He has given me.”
“The Emperor protects,” I intoned. There was something strangely comforting in saying the phrase aloud, and now I could understand why the humans said it so often.
“Come, my heart.” Alessa laced her fingers in mine.
Taking what supplies we could easily carry, we descended the spire hand-in-hand, with my grip guiding her down the treacherous and rubble-strewn steps of the ruined habitat.
I kept my senses alert and tuned for the slightest whisper of suspicious movement. I was not certain I would see or hear one of my cousins before they were upon us. Some of their Shrine warriors were masterful assassins, no less than the terrible Mandrake, but most of my Craftworld kin preferred the old ways of battle, when we would surge across the field with witchblades held aloft and cries of battle on our lips.
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