【战锤40k同人作品翻译】Ennui 第十七章：满足 Sated(16)

“A morte perpetua, domine, libra nos. That thou wouldst bring them only death, That thou shouldst spare none, that thou shouldst pardon none, we beseech thee… destroy them.”
The prayer complete, I moved up and along the length of the statue and slowly, by inches, released the sacred seals of the armor, taking the weight of it onto my back and shoulders as I slipped the breastplate and tassets free of the statue, and began the arduous, half-blind journey down the stone monument to the floor.