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Chapter 1008 362. Nobles and Priests (1, 4k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 1008 362. Nobles and Priests (1, 4k)

Broken stars floated in the vacuum, and a series of explosions followed, making them even more broken. Witnessing the destruction of an entire planet with your own eyes is quite horrifying, enough to challenge one's sanity.

When you see the earth crumble and the sky turn to blazing ash, everything else becomes unimportant.

At this moment, there are 2,231 people who have witnessed the destruction of this planet. Ten minutes ago, this planet still existed, but it was being attacked by a group of ultramarines. But now, those traitors have fought against it.

Together they turned into ashes.

Three thousand two hundred and thirty-one, the last survivors.

Their faces showed a kind of confusion and numbness after shock. They were wrapped in flames and floating in the universe. The warm temperature did not lift their spirits. Although it saved them from the pain of cold, it could not avoid the mental pain.

of tiredness.

It's easy to feel exhausted from a close call.

Among them were people in military uniforms, as well as dirty miners. The helmets with searchlights on their heads had not even had time to be taken off. If you observe this scene rationally, it is a miracle that they are still alive.

.

The vacuum should have taken away their lives through lack of oxygen and low temperature, but the flames blocked everything, allowing them to still have time to talk to each other about their experiences and express their shock to each other.

Someone held the rosary on his wrist and said the emperor's blessing with awe. His hair was messy, and there was even a wound on his forehead that was still bleeding.

However, from the shirt and leather shoes he wore, you could tell that he was probably a rich or noble person. Despite this, he did not show any disdain or disdain when huddled with a group of dirty civilians.

disgust.

In fact, on the contrary, he even gave his coat to a mother holding a baby a few minutes ago. The latter's clothes were somewhat damaged, and he happened to have an extra coat. This matter seemed to him like

Just do it casually.

"The Emperor's blessing." He repeated, his dark brown eyes looked very confused, and he clutched the rosary very tightly. "What on earth is going on...?"

"It's the Emperor's blessing."

A priest limped over. His eyes also showed the same confusion after shock, but generally speaking, he was calm. However, he seemed a little dry when he spoke.

The priest's clothes distributed by the state church are very old and do not have much decoration, which means that he does not receive much attention in the state church of this planet.

This is normal, after all, the teachings of each sector are different. Although they all follow the creed that the Emperor is the protector of mankind, they are always different in the details.

In the early days of missionary work, the missionaries of the state religion changed the image of the emperor to a considerable extent in order to spread their faith to various places in the empire.

In order to complement local myths and legends, the image of the Emperor may even be completely different on two adjacent planets, and sometimes even the gender will change.

"Pastor Asazar."

The noble looked like he was relieved: "It's great that you are still alive. I saw those shameful traitors captured the church, and I thought you were..."

"My companions protected us with their faith."

Asazar replied very calmly. "Of course, there are flamethrowers, chain swords and loyal crusaders. However, I am only a person responsible for preaching doctrines, and I cannot do things like them."

"You are the only one who survived?"

"It's not clear yet. But I did not see any of their faces. On the contrary, I saw you first, Mr. Ernesto."

The pastor pursed his lips and looked down at the dark starry sky under his feet. Through the flames, they seemed to have changed color. He asked slowly: "Who caused this disaster?"

The nobleman smiled bitterly.

"If you insist on knowing the answer to the question, I will say that I don't know anything. But if I say this, you probably won't believe it - who sent the identification code to those traitors? What about me?

You should know in your heart that traitors never come from the stars alone. However, that person has been shot, I can guarantee this."

He patted his waist, where a gun holster was swinging empty.

The priest nodded: "May his dirty and shameful soul be whipped endlessly in the thunder prison built by the Emperor, and everyone who dies because of him will leave a wound on his body."

"Let's talk about practical matters, Priest Athazar. We are drifting in a vacuum now, and these golden flames are obviously the power of the Emperor."

The priest nodded and agreed with the nobleman's words. There was no need to question this point, or even to provide evidence.

The first moment any human sees them with his own eyes, he will realize who the owner of the power behind them is. Even if he has never heard of the Emperor's name, it doesn't matter, the will to protect will not be false.

"He protected us, once again. It was undoubtedly a miracle, but I don't want to discuss it now, Mr. Ernesto. You and I both know that if the Ecclesiarchy and the Inquisition learned what happened to us,

How will you react after what happened to you?"

The priest looked around and saw crying civilians and exhausted soldiers. He also saw a few children who didn't know what sadness was, running along the boundary line of the flames, feeling pure joy at the wonders of the universe.

They don't know yet that this scene may only happen once in their lifetime.

The priest could not help feeling sad for them, so he did not want to disturb them just yet.

He lowered his voice and approached the noble. The two found a quiet corner. After that, the priest slowly spoke.

"I still have some political influence, Mr. Ernesto. I was demoted here three years ago because of doctrinal differences. I undoubtedly lied to you, but it was just a pretext. The real reason is because

I discovered corruption by a certain bishop."

The noble's neck shook back, showing obvious shock. But the priest's expression remained calm.

"Thanks to the power of my surname and my father's generation, I was not killed by him for a reason, but I was exiled. You are a true nobleman, Mr. Ernesto, I can see that. And

What I’m trying to say is, I’ll do it after we’re safe—”

He made a gesture.

"——Communicate with the bishop, and I will convince him to save these civilians. Otherwise, the Inquisition will definitely take them away. The reason why I tell you this is that I hope you can help me.

Of course, if you refuse, I will never say anything more. Everyone has their own ambitions, I understand."

The nobleman smiled bitterly again: "Your words seem to be poking my spine. Is this some kind of rhetoric? Well, Pastor Asazar, I will help you. As a nobleman,

I am supposed to protect people who are weaker than me."

After he said these words, a golden light flashed in Asazar's eyes.

——

A warm power rose from the bottom of his heart, forcing Asazar to open his eyes. He stood there blankly, and the warm golden light made his eyes bright. There was a solid feeling of touching the ground under his feet, which meant that he

Already standing on some kind of entity.

but

The priest raised his head in disbelief. The huge stone pillars and the religious reliefs on them made him immediately frown.

His knowledge allowed him to quickly realize how natural these reliefs were, and their value was self-evident. Such a spectacle would probably cause considerable contention and even fights among the state religions.

He even felt that it was impossible for the bishop he knew to have such a collection - yes, absolutely impossible, he could not keep such a treasure.

As his vision advanced, he slowly walked forward, and then saw more things. For example, sculptures, paintings or murals on the ceiling. There were even names engraved on the floor tiles. Although the entire hall was huge, it definitely did not look empty.

If he could have come here earlier, he would have been surprised by the changes that had taken place here.

But it was his first time here, so he was just shocked.

Yes, only shock. Other than that. Nothing else.

"Come here, Asazar."

A voice called from the front, cold and solemn, but not intimidating. Asazar could not help but walked forward, with a confused look on his face. A few minutes later, he saw a man sitting on the throne.

people.

No. He is not human.

The first feeling was quickly overturned by Asazar himself. His eyes widened and he began to whisper to himself out of excessive shock: "It turns out that the emperor really exists.?"

"He exists." The god on the throne replied. "But not now, and you, you do not believe in him. This is why I asked you to come, I am curious about your thoughts, Pastor Asazar.

"

Big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and cold sweat and extreme fear followed. Asazar took a deep breath half a minute later. He could feel his heartbeat speeding up. Despite this, he

He forced himself to speak.

Although the sentences were broken, at least they were communicated.

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter, you don't believe in any gods. You didn't believe it in the past, you don't believe it now, and I don't think you will believe it in the future. So you don't need to ask me about my identity, but if you want to, I hope to get it from you

Answers to some questions."

Asazar swallowed silently. He felt that his tongue was rusty in his mouth, as uncomfortable as coins stuck together. After a moment, he opened his rusty jaw.

"What do you want to ask?"

"Why do you still carry out doctrinal research and spread faith for ten years even though you don't believe in him? You don't hate this, and you even think that faith is meaningful to the general public - as a preacher

, but you don’t believe it, why?”

The emotion the priest felt at the first moment was absurd. The owner of the pair of eyes on the throne was sending a terrifying sense of presence to the priest every second. He knew clearly and clearly that this was the god himself.

This is the owner of those golden flames.

This is the Emperor?

The Emperor asked me why I didn't believe in him.?

The pastor took a deep breath: "Because I have never seen you appear, until now, until just now."

"I have read many classics, and they all describe you as an omnipotent god. You protect all humans, and you even protect our souls after we die. However, I have never seen you actually appear.

"

"I have heard many prayers, some from nobles, some from common people. Some pray for wealth, some pray for forgiveness. Some children want their father not to suffer anymore, and some parents cry and ask me if their children can

Get through this pain."

"I didn't know the answer, so I could only lie to them. Your scriptures say that those who lie will be punished, but I was not. Emperor, why did you not show your true face to me, a faithless person, until now?

Do you want to punish me for my lack of faith?"

"I am not the Emperor."

The god answered slowly.

"At least not your definition of an Emperor. I don't have twenty-one sons, and I have never fought a Great Crusade. To this day, I don't even have a name, Chaplain. But I have many memories, and many names.

"

"From these memories, I should have gotten the truth about the world and the answers to millions of questions, but I didn't. I just fell deeper and deeper into the ocean of puzzles."

"The more I look through them, the more confused I become. I don't know who I am, Pastor. People seek protection from me, and I am happy to protect them, but I always feel that this is wrong. I shouldn't do this. At least not.

In such a conspicuous way. I am a god, but I find that I am actually resisting this identity."

The god groaned and raised his head, only to find that the priest had fainted because of his words. Mortal souls could not bear his voice, and face-to-face conversation was even a burden for them.

He sighed and raised his right hand. The faint golden light flashed and merged into the priest's body.

This unbelieving man had done more noble things for many years than those who claimed to be religious. It was a strange contrast and it also confused Him. He had saved many people and killed many.

A lot of damn people but none of those problems have diminished.

He even began to question why he existed.

He stared at Asazar lying on the ground: "I will give you a powerful power, Asazar. I need answers to questions, I need some explanations, so I give it to you. When

When you wake up, the world will be very different. You can't hear it now, but when you wake up."

He did not finish speaking, but just waved his hand to let this confused man leave. The flames in the hall burned permanently and steadily, and his world was bright and warm. Despite this, a chill emerged from the bottom of his heart.

Why do gods exist? What is the need for their existence?

"I have to get answers"

The 3k I owe will be paid together on Saturday.

(End of chapter)