Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

"Shut up!" Lodusk punched his own temple, trying to use the pain to dispel these crazy ravings.

But they were silent for only a brief moment before coming back again, mocking his sanity, which was on the verge of collapse, even more fiercely.

The voice chuckled, "Why not accept it?"

The voice hummed softly, "Accept what?"

"Accept that the gods are dead."

"They're not dead, they're just eaten!"

"If they weren't eaten, they would be us!"

"We are them!"

"Liar, they were clearly eaten!"

The sad voice said, "Don't believe Him, He is crazy. We are obviously family."

"What a pathetic person! His own god is dead, yet he still sells himself to the evil god who killed him. How despicable, and not like me."

"You did it too!" the grumpy voice roared.

"So what? It's delicious, I love it!"

"Are you here to cause trouble?" The voice stopped laughing.

"Yes! What else?" The voice was righteous and confident.

"Get out!"

“Kick him out!”

"Get Him out of here!"

"roll!"

"roll!"

"roll!"

The three voices reached a brief consensus and joined forces to kick out one of the voices.

So they started to stir up trouble again.

"Poor child, I will grant you a healthy body."

"Cowardly child, be of good courage, and I will give you strength!"

"Foolish child, I will lend you my wisdom!"

Lodusk's voice was unusually hoarse. "Who... are you?"

A gentle voice filled with compassion, "We are your gods!"

His voice was as gentle as a mother caressing her child, "I am Hephone, the goddess of life."

"Hehe." Another voice chuckled, teasingly and playfully, "I am the goddess of fate, Annoinkai."

"I am Tanatoi, the god of death!" The third voice roared violently, like a knife scraping across bones, creepy.

Finally, the three sounds overlap.

"We are the kings of the gods, Gozek and Calaphis!"

……

"Four Gods?" Perturabo frowned. Chaos has finally arrived?

Wop: "Most likely not the real one."

"Why?"

"It's simple. Lodusk doesn't deserve it."

"The Chaos Gods are terrifyingly powerful, but also incredibly boring," said Wop.

"They are always rewarding themselves and are almost never idle."

"The Four Gods rarely truly turn their gaze upon mortals unless you please them or demonstrate potential that will attract their attention."

"The Emperor and you both have this potential, and I think I have it too."

"But those cultists, they don't qualify."

"The gods they worship devoutly are most likely just fleeting thoughts of the Four Gods, or some cunning demon under their command."

"The thoughts of the Four Gods are also the Four Gods, but they are not the Four Gods unless mortals can please them."

God is ruthless.

No matter whether they are righteous gods or evil gods, they will not show mercy to ants.

The God-Emperor of Tang Dynasty 40K will not protect all mortals, and returning to the Golden Throne is just a white lie.

The Four Gods are bored and want to have fun. The great game is fun, but mortals have no fun, which only makes them more bored.

They will not waste time paying attention to mortals. At most, they will bury or throw away a thought in advance.

If thoughts can find fun, they will eat up the thoughts and find fun themselves.

When Chaos followers pray to the Four Gods for demonic ascension, since they have successfully pleased the Four Gods, it is often the real Four Gods who are watching them at that time.

But from the level of demon to below, there are almost none.

Perturabo looked up at the night sky, gazing at the twisting, swirling vortex of stars.

"Father, are they the ones watching us right now?"

Wop: “I think so.”

The Primarch was worthy of being cared for personally by the Four Gods, and his amnesia was also related to the Four Gods.

Wop is a big figure now, so it's not surprising that he is noticed by the Four Gods.

But he wasn't too afraid. As long as he didn't go to the Eye of Terror to seek death, the Four Gods couldn't eat him by force, right?

You really treat the real universe as a mere meal!

Although the real universe is indeed full of fog, isn't there still a veil?

Perturabo: "We are in the same world, so why is it not the real one who is looking at him?"

Wop: "This has nothing to do with the Four Gods' abilities. The Four Gods can pay attention to countless people at the same time, but the prerequisite is that you are worthy of their attention."

"If he could open the 'hole', the Four Gods might pay attention to him, but he is not worthy yet."

"But we can't be careless. Even if he's not the true master of the Four Gods, he can still be quite dangerous."

Chapter 215: For those who carry firewood, don’t ask where the firewood comes from, and don’t ask where the snow comes from (5K)

"Gods above!"

Lodusk knelt once again on the cold temple floor. He slowly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes gazing at the towering statues.

The kings of kings, Gozek and Calaphis, stood tall, their bronze faces majestic and solemn;

The goddess of fate, Annoinke, holds a spindle in her hand, looking down at the world with indifference;

The goddess of life, Hefner, lowered her eyes, with a compassionate face and eyes of pity;

The god of death, Tanatoi, holds a sharp blade, looking majestic, like a god of war;

The silver bow of Eros has long been broken, and there is no Eros in Olympia.

"Redemption! Redemption of your people!"

Lodusk's voice had long since become hoarse. The temple was silent, and the flickering eternal flame cast an eerie shadow on the statue.

The shadows moved like living things, clinging to the folds of the statue's robes and climbing up the pillars to the dome.

In a trance, Lodusk seemed to hear the whisper of the statue.

The voice sounded like both a mockery and a temptation.

It was like a gentle mother whispering, and like a violent father roaring.

"Are you calling us?"

His breathing gradually became rapid and tears rolled down his eyes.

God finally responded to him!

"God, please grant me strength! I will crush the false gods and rebuild the glory of the gods!"

The priest pressed his forehead against the cold floor tiles and kowtowed in prayer.

"The Veil is holding us back..."

"The blasphemers... are destroying our faith..."

"Go, make a sacrifice... soak the altar with blood! Tear the veil with your soul!"

"We will grant you the blessing to crush everything!"

"Kill Antaram for my sake, kill them all!"

"You are a priest of the gods."

"You are a servant of the gods."

"Dedicate yourself to your god!"

"I will grant you eternal life!"

"You will ascend to God!"

The priest slowly raised his bloodshot eyes, and the gods still looked down at the world in silence.

The strange shadow clinging to the robes of the statue disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.

The gods are the gods, and there has never been any difference.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The priest kowtowed silently again and again. His forehead was already covered in blood, but he felt no pain at all.

Blood flowed down, outlining his already hideous expression.

"Thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all gifts from God."

"I will uphold the will of the gods!"

"Sacrifice the gods with the blood of false gods!"

The shadows began to wriggle and cling again like living things, and now Lodusk could finally see clearly that it was the wrath of the gods!

……

"Lodusk is a good man."

Perturabo's eyes showed a trace of regret, "What a pity."

Faith is a cancer, and priests are the abscesses of faith.

They amassed wealth in the name of the gods, deceived ignorant women into prostitution, manipulated food prices, engaged in speculation and profiteering, and oppressed each other.

Although Lodusk is also a priest of the gods, he is different from other priests.

He is pious and pure, a good man in every sense of the word, even noble.

He was kind and generous, and gave all he had to help the poor.

He advocated frugality and owned nothing except this priest's robe.

He also provides free medical services to the public on a regular basis every week and encourages people to be good.

Lodusk also argued with Perturabo about faith on behalf of the gods, but Perturabo never held a grudge against him.

He was just one of the countless mortals fooled by faith.

But he got too deep into it.

Those priests who make money in the name of the gods are not devout believers of the gods, and they will not receive the gods' blessings.