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There is no hatred, no fear, and no madness that is on the verge of self-destruction.

"What will happen to the cultists who believe in the evil gods of the warp once they are stamped with the thought of [rationality]?"

"Can their false and evil beliefs be covered by the ideological stamp?"

Luo Xi was also curious about the answer to this question. Was it their crazy beliefs that defeated the ideological stamp, or was it the ideological stamp that suppressed the blasphemous thoughts and made them rational again?

It would be an incredible invention if the corruption of Chaos could be eliminated.

Just as he was imagining this in his mind, a leading cultist slowly walked out of the crowd.

There were countless hideous and terrifying tattoos on his body, the most common of which were the patterns of the Chaos Eight-pointed Star. Luo Xi also caught a glimpse of a blurry book and some blasphemous creatures that resembled winged demons.

"These are followers of the Lord of Change. Among the many evil gods, the one representing change is the most powerful and complex. His nature makes the faith particularly complicated. Many variants are extensions of the Tzeentch sect."

"What did I do?"

The cultists looked at their own hands in disbelief. Their tattooed skin was covered with horrific scars, which were the marks they left on themselves in order to demonstrate their devout faith.

The bones and blood from other human compatriots pierced into his skin, leaving hideous lines. When he looked at his hands, waves of strong hallucinations kept coming and impacting his consciousness.

Countless mouths chattered in his ears, constantly bewitching and persuading him to remain firm in his faith in the Lord of Change, and that the mighty one would surely reward him.

He will ascend to heaven and become a lucky man favored by God, and enjoy endless vanity and happiness from then on.

If it were in the past, his consciousness would have completely collapsed, and he would have lost himself again in countless whispers and murmurs.

But now, under the influence of the ideological stamp, he looked at himself completely like an outsider. His memory was not affected. He remembered clearly what he had done and understood what he had accepted now.

He was able to look at the world and his own ridiculous beliefs with complete objectivity.

It’s like a person who has been looking at the world through filters all his life, and after taking off the filters, he suddenly discovers that the world is actually like this.

Why would he believe in an unknown existence that brought endless pain and disaster to mankind? Is it just because the other party promised to ascend him to heaven and bring him endless glory and peace?

Why is he willing to give everything for the other person, why? Why?

Even a three-year-old child wouldn't believe such a promise, so why did he believe it?

The Warp is the waves of the sea of ​​souls. It is an objectively existing thing and the destination of the souls of all things. The truth of the Empire can fully explain it. Why should one be so paranoid and superstitious about the devil's instigation?

I was such a fool and a failure of my race.

When mortal rationality comes back online, they will find that what they have done is so ridiculous.

The so-called devout faith is nothing but deception and lies. Those filthy things just want to deceive humans in order to harvest souls and backstab the Lord of Humanity who is making a great sacrifice.

"No, how can I call such a great being a false emperor? What have I done, Emperor..."

The calmness in his eyes was then filled with raging waves of regret, his face was distorted by extreme self-blame and pain, as if the fog that had been covering their eyes had dissipated, revealing an unbearable truth.

"I am a shameful traitor. I am unforgivable. I am sorry."

After leaving his last words, the man rushed towards the silver-white metal building at full speed, and then crashed headfirst into the iron wall and died.

He had absolutely no reservations and chose death to atone for his sins with absolute repentance. Under the huge impact force, the hard skull shattered and exploded, and blood and brain matter scattered all over the ground like a fountain. The cultist who was full of remorse committed suicide in this way.

Even in death, his eyes were still open, staring at the crowd.

Luo Xi saw regret and warning in it. Never believe the lies of the subspace and don't be as stupid and ridiculous as him. There is no well-intentioned savior in this dark galaxy. Human beings can only rely on their own reason and courage to face the abomination.

Following the suicide of the first cultist, dozens of remaining death row inmates also ended their lives in various ways. They died inexplicably and in a miserable way, with their bodies lying in all directions, making one feel cold all over.

In addition to these cultists who chose to commit suicide, there were a few others who stood there blankly. When some robot servants came forward to test them, they were horrified to find that the conflict between their ideological imprints and their corrupted beliefs had caused irreversible damage to their brains.

When you open their brains, you will find that the original brain tissue has turned into a pile of tofu-like crumbs.

"They have become brain-dead vegetatives. It seems that the thought stamp does have a great resistance to the subspace."

Luo Xi concluded that under the influence of the ideological stamp, whether people are brainwashed or actively corrupted, they will wake up from it.

Of course, even though he has woken up, the impact of chaos corruption will not dissipate.

Even mortals with weak wills can still respond to the subspace with a rational attitude, understand it, and think about it after being stamped with the ideological imprint.

If all mortals in the entire solar system were to be ideologically stamped, then wouldn't there be no soil for the Chaos Cult to survive?

Those sewer rats are so tenacious that even though the Emperor's Guards and the assassins of the Court of Assassins have been constantly cleaning and eradicating the evil that grows from the shadows at the bottom of the hive city, they are still impossible to kill.

It is worth mentioning that even the home planet of mankind, where the throne world is located, is no different from other planets under the ancient and towering nest city. Hunger and poverty, ignorance and superstition are also rampant.

Various alien creatures, mutants, cultists and scavengers make up the underlying ecosystem, making it impossible to eradicate the filth and evil at the bottom of the hive.

The bottom of the hive city is like a mirror of human nature, which always reflects the ugliest side. Even if the dust on the surface of the mirror is wiped off, it will still reflect the original sin.

Luo Xi's thoughts wandered for a moment, until Sage Rand pushed his arm and he came back to his senses.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little shocked by the effect of the thought stamp." Luo Xi said, "In that case, let's stamp the thought stamp on the Sun Auxiliary Army."

"Our loyal guards already have strong wills. If they are assisted by the ideological seal, their wills will be truly unshakable."

"Perhaps even if faced with the demons of the warp, even mortals can remain firm in their hearts and face the malice from the High Heaven with courage."

Cleaning robots and servants cleaned up the mess together and cleared away the bloody corpses.

They will be treated as "dangerous goods in the subspace" and all traces of their existence will be completely erased. Even their burned ashes will have to undergo a final inspection by the Sisters of Silence.

Soon, a team of Solar Auxiliary Forces who had been informed of the content of the experiment entered the scene, and they would also receive the implantation of thought seals.

Chapter 406: Iron Will (Please Subscribe)

Luo Xi had been confused for a long time, why it was always the subspace creatures that could so easily corrupt and pollute the life in the real universe. If the Supreme Heaven and the real universe belonged to the same level in terms of status, then would the subspace creatures be affected and changed by the life in the real universe?

It was not until later, after he communicated with the Necrons and the Eldar, that he vaguely understood the nature of the Warp.

Subspace, the High Heaven, the Void, the Sea of ​​Souls, etc. are all words that describe this existence. It can be understood that the subspace is the mirror of the real universe and the reflection of countless lives. In this world without the concept of time and space, it gathers thoughts from countless life universes.

Eldrad speculated that there were other universes outside of their universe, and the Emperor also admitted that if the situation deteriorated to the extreme, he would send Roche away from this universe to find an unpolluted, clean world.

From this we can see that the souls and power gathered in the subspace are by no means comparable to that of a single universe. The Sea of ​​​​Aether is like a vast ocean, and each universe is the land in the sea. It is possible to reach the world on the other side by passing through the depths of the subspace.

For this reason, the existence of the subspace itself is half a level higher than the real universe, so subspace creatures often have an advantage when facing real universe creatures of a lower level.

Of course, this suppression is not absolute. Countless real universe lives are also affecting the subspace. Countless bizarre fantasies and fears are condensing into all kinds of real nightmares and horrors in the High Heaven.

In fact, many of the subspace demons encountered by humans have their material forms given by human cognition. They may have terrible claws and strange blue wings. These are all demonic existences in the cognition of life.

The subspace and the real universe are constantly causing and effect each other, and have long been entangled to the point of being inseparable. Human beings are harmed by the subspace, but they cannot leave the subspace. The human soul that is cut off from the subspace will eventually wither and die completely.

"Do you know what you are about to face? The Emperor's warriors?"

Luo Xi leaned over the speaker, and his voice suddenly sounded from all the communication interfaces. He had to confirm for the last time whether these loyal Solar Auxiliary Army really understood this mission.

"You will be branded with the stamp of loyalty to humanity, and will faithfully fulfill your mission without hesitation. Even if there is an abyss of certain death ahead, you will jump into it without hesitation."

"Once you accept the ideological stamp, you will have no room for regret. Your life and soul will be completely dedicated to the great cause of human liberation, and you will not stop even at the end of your soul."

After being stamped with the ideological stamp, even the selfishness of individual human beings will be infinitely weakened, and they will become beings with calm thoughts comparable to machines.

This company of Solar Auxiliary Forces stood in neat rows. Each of them was a veteran who had experienced hundreds of battles and had crawled back to the world from hell countless times. They were so elite that they could even achieve a good exchange ratio with the Empire's Astartes troops under certain circumstances.

The old soldier in the lead had his left eye replaced by a flashing electronic eye, and a terrible scar that almost split his head in half ran through the corner of his eye. He held his own incendiary gun in his hand and wore elite force feedback power armor.

When Luo Xi's voice entered his mind, he suddenly recalled the distant past, when he was just a pariah on the planet Patinka.

On this planet, there is only the aristocracy headed by Emperor Patinka, the citizen class who serve as servants and lackeys, and the largest but most humble slaves.

According to the laws of this planet, every breath of air is the property of the emperor and the nobles, so he was born as a contract slave of Patinka. From the age of 5, he had to push a mine cart taller than himself with several children of the same age to pour countless ores into the smelting furnace.

Every family on Patinka would have several more children, because almost half of the children would die in the ore smelting plant before the age of 12 due to extreme fatigue and dangerous work.

Patinka's laws stipulated that every child would owe his or her family a large debt when he or she was born, and every family would owe another large debt to the nobles. No pariah had ever been able to pay off his or her debt and gain freedom.

Those who were still able to work hard could barely pay the monthly interest, but those who could not bear this kind of life died of extreme exhaustion, and their bone marrow, blood, and internal organs were eaten up by the nobles.

Even now, when he recalled the past in his deepest dreams, all he remembered was the numbness and pain of his skin being burned by the scorching environment for a long time, and the pain of inhaling endless poisonous smoke into his nasal cavity and respiratory tract.

The nobles provided that anyone who breathed poisonous gases in the factory would receive an additional debt relief, apparently so that they could cut down on spending on air filters.

He still remembered that on the last unbearable day, he was thrown into a corner of the mine by his father. His consciousness was fading away, and his reason was like melting broken ice chips slowly dispersing into the residual warmth of the slag beneath his body.

Then, before his limbs became completely stiff, he suddenly saw the sky obscured by industrial waste being pierced by the sun's rays. The sunlight shone on his pale skin, bringing him an unprecedented feeling.

The glittering sky seemed like a painting before death. Endless meteors fell from the night sky. He saw countless giants in metal armor walking out of the fire, as if the angels in mythology were coming to take away his soul.

But the giants did not take his soul away. Fighter planes streaked across the sky, dropping countless flames and shattering the guard troops used by the nobles to guard the slaves. Warriors named Astartes came to their world in droves. He still remembered the face of the medic who helped him up from the ground.

They told him: Child, with the redemption you have obtained, you will be the Emperor's coin, you will gain your own value, and no one, including yourself, can waste your value.

In the end, everything changed. The head of the extremely noble Emperor Patinka was hung in front of the palace, on the giant statue that was pushed down and beheaded. The palace was razed to the ground, and the arrogant nobles and citizens had their brains cut off by strange men in red robes and were made into soulless robot servants.

Countless industrial equipment sprang up on this planet, factories were reassigned managers, and every Patinka had his own job and position, and they had to work and serve another emperor.

He didn't care. Although many people died due to intense stimulation after being suddenly liberated from the harsh working environment, at least they died like human beings.

At least this emperor, the master of mankind, allows them to live and die like human beings.

The human empire taught them the imperial truth, and the empire's Ministry of the Interior orphanage raised orphans like him, taught them to read, write and do arithmetic, and taught them how to survive and fight.

He had nothing to offer the Lord of Mankind, but after endless training and battle, he became a glorious Solar Auxilia and joined the Emperor's sacred Great Crusade.

From a young age, he had developed the awareness to devote everything, including his soul and life, to the Emperor he had never met, even though the salvation the Empire gave them never asked for anything in return.

He followed behind the great Astartes Legion, assisting these superhuman warriors in clearing out the alien heretics that were left behind, the cruel monarchs who enslaved their compatriots, and the brutal and barbaric psychic wizards.

Now, the once-illustrious Warmaster Horus has turned his back on the Emperor and sided with the foul creatures of the Warp. Now he and his comrades face twisted monstrosities, genetically mutated deformities, and the raw malevolence of the Warp.

He had witnessed the glory of the Great Crusade of the Empire and had also seen how hell came to the world. He was no longer young, and the years had corroded his iron bones honed in the Patinka mines, but he still stubbornly believed that all suffering should be ended in their generation.

If stamping their thoughts can enable them to deal with those abominations, and prevent them from being corrupted at the first sight of the demons of the Warp, then come, he will surely welcome the supreme glory.

The veteran's thoughts lasted only a second. When he raised his head, the clanging sound without blood or tears had already sounded.

"Please stamp our thoughts on us. We will never regret it. We will dedicate our lives and souls to the great cause of human liberation, even at the end of our souls."

"Let us be the high wall of humanity, keeping out all evil and depravity."

Luo Xi gritted his teeth and ordered the mind control tower to start operating.

Amid the roar of the machines, the Solar Auxiliary Army stood tall and unshakable, calmly accepting the implantation of the ideological stamp.

When the light faded, the already extremely powerful and determined Solar Auxiliary Army was reshaped into an iron will. The evil of the Warp could no longer contaminate them. The lofty ideals protected the hearts of every loyalist and made them fearless of all enemies.