Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 121 Conversation
The clever Luo Jia quickly integrated into the bureaucratic system of the human empire.

After obtaining the book "Imperial Truth," Luo Jia began to study this classic text repeatedly.

And he reflected on how foolish he had been in his past actions at Colchis.

The Emperor and the Emperor's Empire Truth are still the best!

If one maintains this kind of religious fanaticism, what a terrifying existence it will become if it is infiltrated and exploited by other cults in the future.

With this extremely heavy guilt, Luo Jia began to cleanse herself of Kolchis.

This was originally a mission assigned by the Emperor to Casca and the Emperor's sons.

But after realizing the truth, Luo Jia took on the task voluntarily and personally decided to take measures to exterminate her own home planet.

Only those who are rational enough to believe that the emperor is not a god, but simply an emperor, and who convert to the truth of the empire, can survive this purge.

Many more were completely wiped out under the extermination order personally issued by Luo Jia.

Of course, even those who chose to convert to the Imperial Truth could not save their lives.

For example, Cole Fallon.

Casca would naturally not let him go.

When Kolfalen abused Luo Jia, it was under the guise of a test.

Casca also arranged the same test for him.

Unfortunately, Colfaren failed the close-range light spear shooting observer test this time.

Under extreme heat, it turned into snow-white ash.

As for the culprit who betrayed Luo Jia's disciple, Eribas, causing Luo Jia to lose face in front of the Emperor and Kasga, Luo Jia naturally did not let him off easily.

After completing the extermination order against Colchis, Luo Jia quickly arrived at the Emperor's Pride, where Kasga was located, to demand the return of the people.

"Centaur Gold Ring"

"hey-hey."

The person is with the pharmacist.

However, it seems that he was tortured by the pharmacist using some strange methods during these times, so his mind is a little unclear now.

Emperor's Fantasy.

"Under Luo Jia's personal arrangement, all traces of the chaos that once existed on Colchis have been completely annihilated."

"Using the guise of Imperial Truth to cover it up, I think the possibility of the claim of a Warp Chaos God being leaked is almost zero."

Standing ramrod straight in the Emperor's private study, which shone so brightly it was almost blinding, Casca reported his findings.

He originally wanted to cover it up.

But since he had already taken out the book containing records of the four Chaos Gods from Eribas, there was no point in hiding it anymore.

The emperor seemed to have known this for a long time and did not ask any further questions.

"Okay, you did a great job, Casgar."

With his back to Casca, the Emperor, his body radiating golden light, kept looking around in front of the bookshelf, as if searching for something.

He speaks very little. When dealing with Casca, he usually just issues orders.

But things are different today.

"You seem to have doubts."

He turned around and looked at Casgar with an almost infinite golden light.

But in front of Casca, his face was still shrouded in a thin mist, making it impossible for him to see clearly.

It seems that someone once said that Luo Jia and the Emperor look almost exactly alike.

But Casca always felt that there was a certain difference in appearance between the two of them.

"Please ask any questions you may have."

Contrary to his usual practice, the Emperor decided to have a talk with Casca.

He also allowed Casca to ask him questions.

Well, I'll ask you now!

I really have to ask!

—That's what I'm going to ask!

(Why did the emperor preserve the history of being the Roman she-wolf?)
Of course, Casca hasn't gone so far as to directly address the aforementioned issue.

"The first question concerns myself. What kind of existence am I, exactly?"

Casca's question is very direct; intelligent people, especially those who have read the script, don't need too many roundabout ways of beating around the bush.

“I know where your power comes from, and I know where your soul comes from.”

"They are our effective weapons in the fight against evil, and we should learn to make good use of them."

"As for what kind of being you are, you will have to find out in your own way in the future."

"The journey to understand yourself is itself part of your self-realization, my child."

"But I can guarantee that your future potential is limitless."

Alright, riddle teller.

"What are your thoughts on the possible future I've described?"

When the Emperor questioned Kasgar about his understanding of Chaos, he revealed everything about the Great Rebellion.

Didn't you tell them your expected guesses?

The Emperor said that after learning about the information concerning the Warp, Kasgar unusually chose to keep it a secret, just like the Emperor.

"No."

"Because you didn't say so, I choose to believe your judgment."

Casca acted cautiously.

Since even the Emperor hadn't told the Primarch everything about the warp, Kasgar chose to trust the Emperor for now.

"You did very well."

The emperor was somewhat surprised, but still smiled and encouraged him.

"I want to know why you're hiding this."

"Words are merely a pale admonition."

He gently shook his head: "Just like a young child who will only understand the pain of failure after falling down, warning them to be careful of the unknown often backfires."

it's useless.

Have you ever seen anyone abide by the Nikaya ban?

Even if the emperor declares "those who disobey me will suffer," how many of them actually obey this prohibition in the end?

The Wolf Pack still uses Rune Priest, BYD Pony still plays Psylocke, and Storm Prophet remains Storm Prophet.

It's even more worthless than the Astartes. By the way, the only staunch follower was named Nemir.

Later, his head was knocked off by the Lion King, who had violated the decision to rebuild the think tank.

All rules can be broken under the pretext of an emergency.

If the Primarchs were truly warned of the horrors of the Warp Chaos, perhaps in the next second, a Primarch would make a deal with Chaos under the pretext of an emergency.

Even if the price is blowing up the entire network.

So you're just going to say nothing?

"Time. They realized that the existence of chaos required time."

"To establish the network before they even try to make contact is the only viable solution I could find out out of thousands of possibilities."

"But chaos will also have its own way of dealing with it, after we receive this information from the future."

"They will only become more cunning and more difficult to deal with."

The Emperor sighed.

"This is just one possibility that will exist in the future. And I have seen many such possibilities."

The moment he finished speaking, Casca felt the world spinning.

The gilded bookshelves of the Emperor Dream flashed past his eyes at high speed, like being on a speeding train. After a period of adjustment, the rapid movement of the surrounding scenery finally came to an end.

It was a golden throne, standing in the center of the magnificent hall.

The Golden Throne.

A gaunt, ethereal figure sat upon it, just like the mural he had painted with sympathetic magic in his youth.

Kasgar felt thousands of different streams of time appearing right under his nose, rushing past at high speed before he could even see them clearly.

Countless pieces of information, possibilities from countless worlds, flooded his mind at that moment.

Various, indistinguishable prophecies appeared in his mind.

Unable to bear it any longer, Casca clutched his head in agony and knelt on the ground until a layer of golden light dispelled the images that lingered in his mind.

Unbeknownst to them, Casgar had obtained a Conrad Coates experience voucher.

"What are all these?"

"Possibilities, the infinite number of possibilities for the future. The one you mentioned is also included here."

As he spoke, his gaze focused on the golden throne.

Regardless of the information or phantom, the withered corpse on the golden throne remained fixed there, unchanged.

The outcome is decided.

In any case, this ultimate fate cannot be changed.

"Cannot be changed?!"

"But! We were just about to change it!"

"With our help, Luo Jia has abandoned that belief; he is now a staunch supporter of the Empire's truth!"

"Can't our future gradually get better?"

He couldn't figure it out.

Isn't it obvious that Luo Jia has been saved?
Casgar refused to believe that he was unable to prevent the great rebellion.

"Do not."

"Small changes are not enough to affect an inevitable trend."

The emperor simply shook his head.

He had experienced some of these things.

Too many times, countless times, the same ending left him sighing and numb.

But he shouldn't give up.

How could someone who is determined to embark on a great expedition be willing to admit that they are destined to fail?

"How."

Casca wanted to refute the other party.

But looking at his figure standing before the golden throne...
Some words are stuck in my throat, and I just can't say them.

He never gave up.

But it seems that even the most powerful giants have a sentimental side.

Casca never imagined that the Emperor would be the same.

perhaps
In a subconscious sense, he also believed that the emperor was an omnipotent god.

"If that's the case, I have one last question."

Casca paused for a moment before speaking.

"Since you already know that the Great Expedition is doomed to fail, why do you still insist on it?"

"Is the Great Expedition really meaningful?"

If humanity is destined to be dragged into an abyss of no return.

Does all of this still have any meaning?

He smiled.

Although Casca still couldn't see his face clearly, Casca could sense the Emperor's emotions.

It was a bittersweet joy.

"Expeditions are pointless."

"The expedition itself is meaningful."

As he spoke, he waved his golden arm guard on his right hand, and everything vanished instantly like smoke.

"I'm sorry, please forget everything you just saw."

"remember."

"The Great Expedition will surely succeed."

As the scenery changed dramatically, Casgar returned to the Imperial Dream.

However, this time it was at the entrance to the Emperor's private study.

“Mr. Casca, the Emperor’s appointment with you has ended.”

The imperial guards in front of the gate said with a hint of sourness.

"Now, please leave here."

He issued an order to leave.

(End of this chapter)