The noise of the room cut off immediately as Saint Emia entered, parting the sea of people like a being of such power even nature bent the knee to her. And that was hardly an exaggeration these days. Keeping an eye on several screens in front of her, she'd flick between them and the people in front of her. Her people.

"I'm 'ungry, any food about?" was the glorious proclamation from their beloved Mother. She had put on a demure and genteel tone for her flock, but gave that up along with the other parts of who she once was. Kept the name for ease of people, but everything else got burned in the flames of sainthood. Recovering from shock, one of them went to get food, which was nice.

"The rest, can distribute this lot" she'd drop a few hundred crates of Lasguns and Flak Armour in front of them. They barely reacted to that and just got to work opening them and distributing the weaponry. She’d drop more cash on Carapace and Hellguns, but honestly nobody here was elite enough to be worth that.

“There is a massive blob of plague creatures in the Underhive. Mostly spread, but a huge concentration at the air recycling plant. They will need to be dealt with before we can get to uniting the Underhive” She exclaimed, her eye on the Minimap. It was tracking all the enemies within a hundred miles of her location, and fortunately there were only small collections around except for the plant. Less than a hundred in any given location. Fortunately, she had the men and women here to face those odds.

“So” she continued, taking the plate that was given to her with thanks and turning to her men. “I’ll be gone a day or two. Sorry, just got up and I am gone again. But that is going to be a theme these days until we have every man who holds The Emperor in his heart. Then we shall ascend to the overworld and see what we can do. Distribute weapons, run firing drills. Make sure people know how to march and shoot” she ordered between food, handing the plate back and then parting the sea of people.

She was swamped by those who wanted to be close to her, to touch her and gain her divine blessing. So she gave them some passing words, gentle smiles, and touches as they needed. Until she got to the gates. Here, she spread her wings to the marvel of the gate guards, and soared off into the sky, following the minimap to get where she was going. From the air, she saw the horde long before she was anywhere near it. The damn thing was tremendous. Her rifle had burst fire capabilities, but even then there was no chance she was doing anything to that with it. She’d have to get a bit cheating with it all.

Flying over, she’d charge herself up with the cleansing blaze of the Emperor, and then drop into the middle of the horde like a huge Phosphor Warhead. It cleared a good chunk of them and gave her plenty of space to pull out her guns, charge them with the same flame, and open fire. Rounds sprayed out of her revolvers, reloaded in the blink of an eye to keep a storm of explosive rounds that ripped through several dead corpses each round, releasing fireballs with each hit. Though, her faith wasn’t bottomless unfortunately, and so she ran out of that and was dumped out of her Saint Mode when it dipped to zero.

Still, the horde was thinned to nothing by that point, and the remainders were popped with her rifle. Though these were mindless zombies without weapons, the fact that she could do something like this was a little amazing and a touch frightening.

“And, we fly super fast as well. Gods it’s going to be tommorow by the time I get back. I need to ration my Faith better” she grumbled, staring at the Minimap. There were a few pockets of resistance between her and her new home, but noting notable. She’d just go through them on the way there. Any she killed was good because it was what the others didn’t need to kill...