Chapter 796, Is the Emperor a God?

Although his face was expressionless and calm, Magnus' words actually hit the deepest worry in the Emperor's heart.

Is the Emperor a god?

Whether he is a god or not is irrelevant.

The important thing is that after the Emperor entered the Golden Throne, he has already become a "god" in the hearts of everyone in the empire.

After 10,000 years of continuous strengthening, this concept has been deeply ingrained in the concepts of almost everyone in the entire human empire. The emperor knows that after a full 10,000 years, the belief of the God Emperor has not only become the emotion of all citizens of the empire The bond of sustenance and unity has even become the basis for the continued existence of the human empire.

The Emperor's previous teachings have been left behind by everyone, but it is not difficult to understand. The Emperor once promulgated the Imperial Truth—a system of thought and a method of understanding the world that integrates rationality, science, and secularism. To guide the progress of mankind and to prove the legitimacy that mankind will eventually rule over all things.

But obviously, the imperial truth is just a lie to ordinary people, a pragmatic lie, its role is only to bring scientific guidance to mankind and protect mankind from The means of chaos erosion.

The lies of pragmatism are also lies. Once mortals find out that they can live forever by believing in chaos, and they can get whatever they want, the truth of the empire will be abandoned by many people at an extremely fast speed.

And, obviously, the Imperial Truth is too difficult to understand, not for a Master of Men like the Emperor, a Primarch like Magnus, a Primarch like the Custodian or the Adeptus Astartes. Reconstructing warriors is not even elites like the Supreme Lord Council, Tribunal, and Imperial Generals. As long as they are properly enlightened, they can understand the truth of the Empire and the painstaking efforts of the Emperor.

It is the mortal beings of the entire Galactic Human Empire who really have difficulty understanding the truth of the Empire.

The public is always ignorant. Compared with painstakingly teaching and spending countless energy to explain the truth of the empire, the imperial state religion that preaches that the emperor is a god, preaches blind obedience and sacrifice to the emperor, and promotes superstition and dogma is far more important than the truth of the empire. It is easy for the masses to accept and fall into a frenzy.

The ignorant masses are told that only the belief in the God-Emperor can protect them now, and that it is the religious devotion to the Emperor, the collective belief in the God-Emperor that strengthens the Emperor's psionic projection in the warp, allowing him to fight against Chaos destructive influence and empowered his servants with psychic powers against demons, xenos and heretics.

Therefore, as the Emperor entered the Golden Throne and could no longer speak and issue orders, it was only natural that the God-Emperor Cult replaced Imperial Truth.

now,

Relying on the worship of the Emperor and the use of belief in the Emperor can not only provide spiritual comfort for all mankind, but also can realistically be used as an effective means to fight against the increasingly rampant forces of chaos and demons.

And now the emperor is facing this kind of dilemma. It has been ten thousand years, and this is not something that can be changed by a few people or a will of the emperor. There is nothing he can do, as long as he dares to touch this, he will pry the foundation of the crumbling empire on the spot, and personally push the human empire that has been struggling for 10,000 years into the abyss of civil war and destruction!

But this is not what the Emperor wants. He knows that if mankind continues to walk on this path of blind worship, what kind of consequences it will face.

To put it simply, if the emperor admits that he is a god, then the human empire will be pilled sooner or later.

But if the emperor publicly stated that he is not a god, then the human empire will take pills now.

This point, Magnus is also very clear, don't look at the magic little Mag who is laughing all day long, the Red Son is a knowledgeable Primarch after all, he understands this issue very deeply, just wait to see the joke!

Thinking of this, the Lord of Humanity finally frowned. After the fire incident, the Emperor immediately recalled Luo Jia and decided not to give this Hundan a chance to leave Terra. Sending his own sword, the Emperor's Sword, to the front line to give to Guilliman, the Lord of Humanity sent a very powerful signal through this method, that is, his trust in the Supreme Regent, and the Emperor immediately sent an order to the Living Saint Celestine and the State Church of the Empire emphasized the reason why the Primarch did this - because Guilliman had fatherly respect and love for the Lord of Humanity. In Guilliman's eyes, the Emperor was not a god, but his Father.

oh! I understand, it turns out that it is our noble Primarch, His Excellency Guilliman, the Supreme Regent of the Empire, who has not yet realized his "divine nature". , The understanding of the mortal priest Mathieu.

And from the beginning to the end, the Lord of Humanity still didn't answer positively whether he was a god or not.

The power of the Emperor's Sword cannot be described in words. Having won the affirmation and trust of the Lord of Humanity, Guilliman also gained complete autonomy in command and the power to order the forbidden army. The Supreme Regent of the Empire calmed down and continued unyielding expedition.

Luo Jia was called back and scolded and put in confinement.

The throne room became quiet again. The emperor was obviously thinking about whether his handling was appropriate and correct, but there was no doubt that Guilliman was the more valuable and useful one compared to Lorgar. Things demanded of him and he was already the only Primarch who came close to the Emperor in internal affairs and able to fully comprehend his will.

"Father? Are you listening?" Magnus was secretly delighted to see the Emperor's rare embarrassment, and he said in a mysterious way: "Oh, father, you have given Guilliman such great trust and honor, You also handed over your own saber to him, you are really eccentric! Too eccentric! I think you have to be careful, a guy who dreams of being a war commander will not sit idly by!"

"Shut up, Magnus, or I'll help you!" Of course the Emperor knew who Magnus was talking about.

If he was not there, maybe Jonson would really attack Guilliman, but with the Emperor here, there is no need to consider these for now.

Seeing that the Emperor was not affected by him, Magnus picked up a book at hand, began to read along the words in the book with a smirk: "Hey, I think your will should be like this: 'I bestow on you The highest title of regent, you will be given the title of Prince of the First, King of the Second, King of the Three, King of the Fourth Jin, King of Five Virtue, and King of the Six Respects. , beheaded the slanderous ministers, suppressed the civil and military officials of the supreme lord council and the trial court, which one is disrespectful, you are an eight sage king, take charge of me!'”

"..." The Emperor didn't answer Magnus' words.

Seeing that his father didn't answer, Magnus immediately picked up the book on the other side, and muttered to him, "Prince Heshuo Zhuang Senyan, old thirteen, although you have a lot of blue banner soldiers, generals, and power, everyone I want you to be the regent, but don’t forget that it’s the Primarch who decides the government. If you want to change the system, it depends on everyone’s will. Where did you put us like this? I see, you want to be everyone’s emperor. Ma?!"

In the next second, a giant fist composed of the Emperor's Light and supreme power directly hit Magnus's face, smashing his nose bone and all his teeth, and even dislocating his jaw up.

The Fist of the Emperor shone in the throne room, and Magnus's face was blasted into a ball of mud under the fist of the rising flames of the Lord of Humanity. Terrified.

"Woooo~" Magnus' mouth was bleeding, his tongue was smashed, and he couldn't speak.

The human lord withdrew his fist, and his attention was already focused on the next thing.

It's almost time to go to Lane's side.

The original gray knight, matured.

………I am friendship is the dividing line of the magic pony………

Imperial Calendar 2513, early January, Blackwater Bay, off the coast of Prince Mirmidon, the prince of the western border, and the flagship Landuin of the Kingdom of Britannia.

The army of knights returned here, escorted by the Sea God Fleet and the iron-clad ships of Haimenguan. Many of the warships had a deep waterline. Above the ocean, everyone was extremely vigilant. Fortune, the victory of the Eight Peaks Mountain Expedition has gradually become known to the whole old world, so the knight army did not dare to delay at Haimen Pass, but set off immediately and returned to Britannia.

The sea water in Blackwater Bay is relatively calm, the sun shines on the iron-gray sea surface, and the bone-chilling sea breeze blows across the deck accompanied by the sound of howling wind. Just like the vast land in Badlands, there is an indescribable mysterious feeling Vitality, giving people a profound feeling beyond nature.

Ryan stood on the deck of the Landuin. The king was in a very happy mood. The victory of the Great Expedition and the rich wealth he acquired gave the king the capital to truly unify his kingdom. The goddess of the fairy of the lake The champion was wearing a king's dress, leaning against the side of the ship, enjoying the biting sea breeze. Sailors and knights were coming and going on the deck, but no one came to disturb him, which made him even more happy.

The king waved his hand behind him.

Ryan's personal maid Olika stood behind him, and the dark elf was obviously in a very happy mood. Today, she was wearing a long skirt with begonia lace buds and elegant black gauze, and a classic blue and white silk cloak on the outside. Inside the slit of the skirt reveals a pair of slender and straight breasts wrapped in black semi-transparent velvet pantyhose, with one-line lace-up high heels on them. Olika has been with Ryan like this for more than ten years. Unknowingly, Ryan has regarded Orika as an inseparable part of himself.

Although the life experience of this dark elf is still not completely clear, Ryan never doubts Olika's loyalty to him. The power of the spirit pattern is absolute, and Olika...seems to have some kind of affirmation and approval from the emperor.

Hey, hey, hey... It seems that only Suria and Olika are recognized by the emperor now... I always think Lilith will cry! Ryan thought so.

Seeing Ryan waving, Olika walked obediently to Ryan and was embraced by him. The Dark Elf leaned on the arms of the King of Knights and watched the sea with him.

As for Veronica? Witch Garland is still sleeping on the comfortable and soft bed in the king's suite. She is really exhausted, in every sense.

"Master, what are you thinking about?" Olika leaned into Ryan's arms and whispered: "Every time you do this, you are always thinking about something, if you think about it, you might as well say it, I might be able to give you some advice. "

"I'm thinking about what else I can do for this country and the world." Ryan said softly, "The Eight Peaks Expedition is over, and I seem to have lost my short-term goal all of a sudden."

"Master, you still have a lot to do, you can't rest yet." Olika whispered, there was a strong sweet smell on her body, which made Ryan couldn't help kissing her a few times: "Ha, In fact, I can’t do anything I want to do, after several rounds of battles, the entire army of the Knight Kingdom has been exhausted, even if I think about it in the next few years, I will have no energy.”

"Master, what you have to do now is to integrate the power of the entire kingdom." Olika continued: "It is not appropriate to launch a major war in the next few years, even if it is us, Drucci, if the losses are too large, the witch The king will also order a temporary cessation of the attack on Ulthuan, of course, except for the city of Hal-Gonci and the crazy woman in the city palace-the bride of Kane, the hag Hollyben, who is always there Longing for the art of killing and the blood dedicated to the God of the Bloody Hands, fortunately, Hal Gansi is on the front line in the north against the barbarian tribes and the demons of Chaos. An old woman most of the time, with aging face and fading strength."

Ryan nodded slightly when he heard the words, the dark elves are such a race, nothing surprising.

As for the relationship between the dark elves and the northern barbarians, it is also very ingenious. In order to defend against the attack of the northern barbarians, the dark elves built a series of permanent fortresses and watchtowers along the north. Even so, the threat of the northern barbarians still never It has never stopped. Those chaotic tribes blessed by the evil gods are paying staggering losses every year trying to approach Naggaros. According to Orika, the largest source of slaves in the famous dark elves slave city Karl-Calund is the northern barbarians people.

That's right, many people have the inherent impression that the ordered human beings in the south are unbearable in Feila, and the barbarians in the north are rich in martial arts. The provincial infantry is about the same, just a little better than the serf infantry in Brittania.

The real reason for this impression is that people from the empire, Brittany, and the southern countries, through the power of order, ensure that the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled can find their place in society, while the northern barbarians , only the strong can survive and then go south to invade. Humans in the south can’t see the northerners who are really weak. The empire is not necessarily safer than Norsca. For example, the Nords are famously barbaric, and Mrs. Kessler is famous fighting tribe.

But the dark elves are a symbol of true martial virtues. From time to time, they dare to attack the north to plunder the barbarian prisoners of war and turn them into slaves.

What left Ryan speechless was that occasionally, under the leadership of the witch queen Morathi, the dark elves would negotiate peace and form an alliance with the northern barbarians, and go to Ulthuan or the old world to plunder together.

However, the dark elves are very similar to the Chaos tribe. Neither side is the kind of race that will hold vengeance and care about losses. There is a contract, and the relationship is very close. The Pleasure Sect she formed seems to have been secretly spreading chaos and corruption, which is what Orika said.

The two stood on the side of the boat and chatted for a while. Olika leaned against Ryan full of attachment. The dark elf only felt that the time with his master was so good, and he really hoped that time would stop at this moment.

"Your Majesty Ryan." But after all, the king was just taking a break from his busy schedule, and soon, an attendant came over to report the news: "There is something you need to decide."

"What's the matter?" Ryan let go of Orika gently.

"Ugor Cavalry Captain Beria has something to tell you. He hopes to supplement and expand the size of the cavalry. At the same time, he also has some suggestions to tell you."

"Okay, lead the way."