Chapter 556: Eastern Expedition! Start!

"So, if Lorgar admits that he is guilty, he is guilty."

"Of course."

"And if he does not admit it, it is equivalent to being a believer, but refuting the Emperor he believes in, so he is still guilty: even more sinful?"

"That's the truth."

"Doesn't that mean that no matter whether Lorgar is guilty or not, as long as the Emperor speaks, he is guilty, and even if he is not guilty, he cannot defend himself: Malcador, isn't this arrogant and unreasonable?"

"Why do you think the Emperor gave up the route of religion?"

The Sigillite turned his head and smiled at the Macragge people around him, watching the frozen expression of the Primarch: The Sigillite is in a good mood at the moment. Although he is very far away from the Emperor and Lorgar and others, with his powerful psychic power, he can still grasp every inch of detail at the core of the stage.

So far, everything is moving forward according to the arrangement of their script.

The Emperor remained silent, and Morgan was trying to find the right time. Lorgar and his Word Bearers had been initially appeased, and other participants in the incident, such as Leman Russ, Guilliman, and Malcador himself, were able to clear themselves of all charges afterwards.

Now, as long as everyone's words were unified and modified, and the matter of the Perfect City was spread, this matter could be brought to a satisfactory conclusion without affecting the overall unity of the Empire.

Thinking of this, the curve on the corner of the Sigillite's mouth became more obvious. When he saw Guilliman next to him still in a state of shock, he even had some leisure time to give his [nephew] some advice.

"Is there anything else you don't understand?"

"No... I just..."

Guilliman took a deep breath.

"I just can't imagine that faith is such a domineering force: it only needs a set of illusory logic to imprison a Primarch and his legion, even if this logic itself is so crude and primitive."

"No..."

"No rationality at all?"

Malcador added the second half of the sentence.

"That's right."

Guilliman nodded: everything in front of him obviously impacted the spiritual world of this Macragge man who advocated rationality and logic, especially when the ignorant person was a Primarch with the same blood as him, this kind of sympathy undoubtedly brought a great sense of crisis to Guilliman's heart.

Will he become like that?

If he believes in the so-called faith?

While asking the question, Guilliman has quietly made up his mind: after he returns to the Five Hundred Worlds, he must make laws to extinguish the existence of all faiths as much as possible while respecting the wishes of his people.

He doesn't want such a scene to happen to the Ultramarines.

Lorgar may be willing to kneel to others because he is such a person.

But he, Guilliman, will never!

The Primarch swore in his heart and unconsciously clenched his fists, but at the same time, he did not forget: whether it was the so-called faith or the so-called advent of the God-Emperor, it was just a script written by the people in front of him.

"So, Lorgar's confession now is also within your expectations?"

The Primarch's voice was a little heavy. Although he and Lorgar's relationship was not friendly, he still hated the feeling of witnessing his blood brother being played around by others, not to mention that Malcador standing next to him was still watching all this with a relaxed attitude.

At this moment, he understood where the bad reputation of the Sigillite came from.

"This is our goal."

Malcador did not hide it.

"So far, everything you have seen is what we have planned long ago."

"Including Morgan?"

Guilliman subconsciously asked back, with some expectation in his heart: although he had witnessed the more [special] side of his Avalon blood several times, in Guilliman's heart, he still believed that Morgan was one of the most amiable of all the brothers.

"Her case, half and half."

The Sigillite thought for a moment, and finally did not completely expose Morgan's veil.

After all, no matter what they said, if Morgan and Guilliman could really maintain a friendly personal relationship, it would be good for Terra: this means that as long as one of them is convinced, it is equivalent to convincing both of them at the same time.

As for provoking the relationship between the two Primarchs, letting them fight among themselves, so that Holy Terra can mediate and sit on the Diaoyutai?

Don't be ridiculous: Are there not enough Primarchs who regard each other as enemies? There is no need to create another pair.

If these precious sons of the Emperor could fight less and be more harmonious, Malcador even felt that he could live a few more years.

"So, her being forced to stay by the Emperor was also part of the script?"

Guilliman turned to care about a detail that even Malcador had overlooked, forcing the Sigillite to recall for a few seconds.

"That's right."

"Look: there must be a suitable reason for Morgan to stay, right?"

The Primarch curled his lips and did not comment.

"So, you deliberately chose me and my legion to come here, as the least important one in this operation, and it is also the credit of this script: What special reason makes me have to stand here, Master of the Seal?"

Guilliman bent down and brought himself closer to Malcador's eyes. It was obvious that this question was his real purpose: even though the incident in the Perfect City was almost over, the Macraggeans were still interested in him. The fact that he was forcibly dragged into this mess made him resentful.

"Are you still angry, Guilliman?"

"Not really, I just want a logical explanation."

The original body had a cold face.

"Just one sentence: After all, you are not my genetic father, the palm printr. I believe you know how to speak, so I hope to get an answer from you. This request shouldn't be too much, right?"

"..."

Malcador was silent for a moment.

"As my identity, I can only give you one explanation, Lord of Five Hundred Worlds."

"That's enough."

The primarch nodded.

"All ears."

"Then listen carefully: the reason why you were involved in this matter is simply because..."

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【You are guilty. 】

【Luo Jia. 】

[Of course you are guilty. 】

When she saw her Colchis brothers prostrate themselves to the ground and kneeling at her feet, Morgan, whose pupils were burning with golden flames, instead of bending down to help Luo Jia up, raised his head high. Let her judgment echo in the farthest reaches of the sky.

Under the cover of this perspective, Morgan had time to suppress the corners of her mouth and endure the elation rising in her heart: She is still just the Emperor's Voice, an [Angel] controlled by the Emperor, and she is still You can't show such obvious personal emotions.

But there is no way, this feeling is too tempting: watching a Primarch kneeling at her feet, crying bitterly, watching an entire legion trembling in front of her, it is obviously just an illusion of the power of a fox pretending to be a tiger, But it still made Morgan's heart tremble.

After the sentence was pronounced, the Primarch deliberately remained silent for three seconds, not only to use this silence and the majesty of the Emperor to frighten the Word Bearers, but also to seize the time to adjust his mentality: because the next words are the most important thing. heavy.

Three seconds later, the Spider Queen slowly lowered her head. Wherever the original body's gaze passed, no Word Bearer dared to look at her, and when her gaze finally stopped at Luo Jia's exposed body, When it reached the back of his neck, the Great Speaker only trembled instinctively.

[Everyone is guilty. 】

Morgan's voice was still hoarse and sounded distant.

[Whether it is you or me, every soldier under your command, or every passerby: they are all guilty, they will all suffer, and they should work harder, because this is injustice in the world. 】

[Because the Milky Way is suffering, because every world is accompanied by injustice, falsehood and sin, because before our father walked in the world, wisdom, righteousness, justice and faith disappeared in the Milky Way, leaving only rampant The evil spirit wants to devour all the innocent people. 】

[That’s why all sentient beings pray for faith. 】

[That’s why the battle flag covers the stars. 】

[So, our Father is coming to us. 】

[He holds a sword to wash away all sins with blazing fire. Those who disobey but rebel will be devoured by the sword, and terror will come upon them like a storm. 】

[Until the wicked are cut off, until the traitors are uprooted, until the upright will dwell on the earth, and the perfect will remain on earth, until only those who obey him will find peace, avoid disaster, and understand the good way of righteousness and justice. 】

[This is his expectation, this is his will, and this has never changed from beginning to end. 】

[You, Luojia, have turned your back on him, despised his advice, and refused to accept his rebuke. 】

"no no……"

When he was asked to kneel on the ground, Luo Jia could no longer defend himself as quickly as before. Facing Morgan's questioning, the original body could only barely raise his head and whisper his most instinctive refutation. The chaos in his heart was like being swept by a storm, making it difficult for him to even spell out a complete sentence.

Morgan and his blood relatives looked at each other. Under the cover of the golden flames, the Spider Queen was able to observe the pupils of the Great Word Bearer in detail. She found that Luo Jia was so blank, and his eyes were completely blank. Unable to cover up his inner world, Morgan was able to see his heart clearly.

She saw Lorgar's ecstasy, which existed from beginning to end, because the Emperor really descended in front of him in a divine gesture: therefore, no matter what the Emperor said, it was to scold Lorgar for his guilt. , or sighing at his incompetence, Luo Jia was happy. Although he was afraid, he was also really happy.

It can even be said that this fear is also part of the joy in Luo Jia's heart.

The Emperor was admonishing him. The Emperor was admonishing him as a God-Emperor.

God Emperor, is this actually true?

This scene is actually real!

Jean was not the only one who was ecstatic about this sacred humiliation. When the Spider Queen quietly spread her spiritual network, she discovered that except for Lorgar, most of the Word Bearers behind the original body were actually also Maintaining the same mindset as their genetic father.

In awe of the Emperor's admonitions.

But while he was in awe, he was also uncontrollably ecstatic.

【……】

Anyway, Morgan couldn't understand why the scolding from others made her feel warm inside: In the language of mortals, they seemed to like to call this phenomenon [masochism]?

The Primarch felt goose bumps gradually appearing on his back.

Subconsciously, Morgan let the flames in her pupils burn a little more vigorously: there was no need to make physical contact at all, she only needed to scratch him a little in the spiritual world, and the Emperor would understand what the Primarch wanted at this time.

With this help, Morgan continued to question her blood relatives.

[What do you want to say, Luo Jia? ]

"I... I..."

The skills of speaking eloquently in the past were now completely thrown away. When Luo Jia was touched on the shoulder by his own blood relatives, raised his head, and looked directly at Morgan and the Emperor, he could only start a conversation for himself blankly, but he didn't know what to say specifically.

Defend yourself?

Apologize for yourself?

Or ask for the guidance of the Emperor?

For a moment, the Great Speaker was at a loss. He found that although he had believed in the God-Emperor for so many years, he had never thought about how he should communicate with the God he believed in when he really faced the God-Emperor: this was really an unforgivable sin.

The Primarch denounced his past carelessness in his heart, but on the other hand, his Avalon blood relatives had ruthlessly grasped the dominant power of the question and answer in their hands. After seeing Lorgar's confusion, Morgan decided to reduce the heat in time. It was time to give the Great Speaker a few sweet dates.

[But you are lucky, Lorgar. ]

When Morgan grinned and began to smile, she was satisfied to see the Great Speaker staring at her blankly.

So, she straightened her back and loudly declared to all the Speakers.

[You are all very lucky. 】

【You are lucky because you are pious, you are pious because you are right, you are right because you have chosen the true righteousness, because you have not abandoned the right path, although it is occasionally crooked, but he is tolerant. 】

【You must confess your sins, and he is faithful and just, and must forgive your sins, cleanse you from all unrighteousness, and no longer remember your sins and faults: who else can be like him, not always angry, but loves to show mercy, and intends to have mercy on you! 】

While preaching loudly, Morgan raised her arms, and her fingertips gently brushed the part of the Lord of Mankind's chest where the double-headed eagle was carved. The Emperor received this signal, and then, when all the Word Bearers were attracted by Morgan's words and looked at her and the Emperor, the Lord of Mankind showed his light in time.

But this time, it was no longer the cold sun of the past, but a kind of warmth that was harmonious enough to melt ice and snow, but the purest and gentlest statue in the world: this scene was deeply engraved in the hearts of every Word Bearer.

The Emperor looked at them.

The Emperor loved them.

The Emperor... forgave them.

"..."

Silence.

After the silence, there was emotion.

Morgan didn't even need to lower his head to observe Lorgar's actions, because in the sight of the Primarch, most of the Word Bearers who were in awe of the previous guilt theory were now like their Gene Father, prostrating themselves devoutly, with tears, sobs and gratitude coming one after another.

The Word Bearers' worship of the Emperor undoubtedly reached a peak.

This made the Emperor frown, but he didn't say anything in the end.

And this effect made Morgan very satisfied, but it did not meet the Primarch's best expectations: So, when Morgan's fingers slid down and gently pressed the Emperor's chest again, the Lord of Mankind frowned impatiently.

But he hesitated a little, and the Primarch's palm inadvertently patted his waist.

Then, the Emperor reluctantly lowered his head and looked at his offspring: Luo Jia was looking at his father with some fear. When he found that the Emperor actually spoke to him personally instead of through Morgan, the Great Speaker was stunned for a moment.

Then, he heard the Emperor's extremely suppressed voice.

+ Once again, Luo Jia. +

+ Don't forget again... +

+ ... +

The Emperor was silent for a while, and an indescribable fatigue surrounded him. It was the labor that even Luo Jia could empathize with: he was old and exhausted. He was no longer the heroic warlord in his prime. He was just a simple father who was tired because of his offspring.

The Emperor was almost sighing.

+ I'm already very tired, child. +

+ Be obedient... +

The Emperor said something else, but Luo Jia couldn't hear it clearly. The Great Speaker was like a child who had made a mistake. He huddled on the ground, tears dripping uncontrollably, and his crying merged with the 100,000 equally sad warriors behind him.

They cried like this, maybe for three or five minutes, until Luo Jia himself barely calmed down and realized that now was not the time to cry in vain. He should do something more to repay his God Emperor, at least to make up for his sins.

"Please tell me, God Emperor."

Luo Jia raised his head, and his voice became as hoarse as Morgan's.

"What should I do, how can I atone for my sins?"

"Please tell me, I swear to give everything in my life."

[Stupid. 】

The emperor stopped talking, and Morgan next to him gave Luo Jia a blow on the head.

[I tell you the right way over and over again, but you still don’t understand? 】

"I……"

Luo Jia lowered his head.

"I'm...stupid."

【Then listen up. 】

Morgan raised her hand and shouted loudly to all the Word Bearers present.

【You all listen up! 】

[You deserve to atone for your sins! 】

[You should wash away your own guilt! 】

【Use a sword! With blood! With the wails of all those who disobey! Use your flag to drive away the ugly and evil, use your name to practice his principles, and let kindness and wisdom return to the world. 】

[We must destroy those sinners without hesitation, and destroy those unjust, evil, greedy, and vicious enemies. You should work harder than your brothers, because you have delayed on the wrong path for too long. His Mercy shines equally upon all, but you have failed more. 】

[I encourage you and implore you to expel those ferocious enemies and every non-human civilization from our land, and take back his country from the hands of the evil race: This is a blessed war! 】

[I want to warn you not to kill because of blood, because your love for him is greater than the glory of war. Don't stop for too long because of unbelievers. What you are doing is an eternal cause, and they are destined to be there. The more distant future is persuaded by you, not the sword-hungry present. 】

[Let them not believe it, it is their misfortune and loss. 】

[Put down your prayers, put down your cities, pick up your swords, and go to the far reaches of the galaxy. Anyone who sets out to go, whether on the way or in the war, loses his life, will be forgiven at that moment. There is eternal glory in heaven. 】

[Everyone, let’s go to the distance! 】

【Don't hesitate, don't hesitate. 】

[In order to honor him, to atone for your sins, and to allow his eternal career to come to the world: Go and dye the legion's logo red as your badge. You are his most proud legion. 】

【He will protect you from victory! 】

Before he even finished speaking, he was drowned out by the overwhelming cheers. Thousands of Word Bearers warriors, who were the most glorious group in the Seventeenth Legion, raised their arms one after another and shouted with fanaticism. Shouts and sacred prayers revealed the fervor in their hearts, and war cries were in full swing.

God's will!

I don’t know who was the first to shout out this word, maybe it was Angel Tai, maybe it was Kor Phalon, or a certain Word Bearer standing in the front row, but after a few seconds, this slogan came out. It had spread through the entire queue of the Seventeenth Legion, until Luo Jia himself stood up, raised his right hand high, clenched it into a fist, and cheered together with his descendants.

A kind of fanatical emotion called jihad, originating from the Crusade era tens of thousands of years ago, was successfully ignited, burning blazingly in the array of Word Bearers, like an invisible big torch. , reaching straight into the sky of the perfect city, illuminating the distance.

At this time, whether it was the fanatical Lorgar, the expressionless Morgan, the Emperor whose face was as gloomy as water, or Malcador and Guilliman next to him, or any warrior of the Word Bearers Legion present. .

They don't know

This torch holding up the sky.

How long will it burn?