Chapter 239 Saint
The most fun part of playing strategy games is that everything can be arranged just right.
For example, as soon as the technology is researched, the unlocked new units can be put into production immediately, instead of having technology but no facilities; having facilities but no resources; having resources but no population. The rhythm is stuck from beginning to end, which makes people vomit blood.
Wei Mu's cannery was blocked by the Inquisitor.
And it was blocked by political issues when all conditions were sufficient.
If time is not delayed, the production line can produce at least 200 canners.
If these 200 canners are put outside, at least ten planets can be liberated.
That means the lives of tens of billions of people and countless imperial properties.
Wei Mu knew that Fugen was a trustworthy person, and inaction would only cause the empire to suffer losses in vain.
But the Inquisitors did not think so. They believed in safety first and would rather the cloned original body never existed.
But Wei Mu still couldn't beat them.
So the governor of the Great Vortex could only put on a Mortarion-style stinky face in front of all the judges to express his dissatisfaction.
"Don't look at us like that. We can't agree to this matter." Quinn waved his hand and ignored Wei Mu's malice. "Besides that, there is another important thing we must remind you of."
The judges sorted out the information obtained from the interrogation of mortals during this period, which might come in handy later.
"It doesn't sound like a good thing from your tone."
Wei Mu held his chin with his hand and was indifferent to the judges' remarks.
They are already planning to torment me like this. No matter what they are talking about next, don't think I will cooperate honestly.
Wei Mu decided to fight against them, and he didn't believe that he could be controlled every time.
"It's about the title." Quinn said seriously, "Your current title is very suspected of usurpation."
A 180-degree extreme turn suddenly appeared, and the topic was immediately pulled thousands of miles away.
"What did you say? My title?" Wei Mu was a little confused for a moment.
He quickly went through his various titles in his mind, from the Green Prophet to the Smart Boy, and then to the now well-known Great Whirlpool Jiedushi - they have been used for so long, there should be no problem.
And a title like the Green Prophet, which is related to aliens, even if you say it has some heresy, it still makes sense, but what is the usurpation mentioned here? Who is the party that was inexplicably crossed?
"You may not know it yet, but the soldiers have spread it privately." Quinn took a deep breath and then slowly explained, "They now call you [Saint Wei Mu]."
The words came out, like a bolt from the blue.
Wei Mu was immediately shocked.
"Wang Defa?"
He even suspected that there was something wrong with his hearing, and the expression on his face was as stiff as if he was petrified.
[Saint] is a special noun prefix that only saints who have been canonized and certified by the Empire's state religion are qualified to use.
People with this affix often have outstanding achievements, devout faith, and are surrounded by various miracles. Their personal resumes are very religious.
Whenever these people with sacred titles are mentioned, a majestic image radiating pure light will automatically appear in the minds of the citizens of the Empire.
They are considered to be the spokespersons of the Emperor's will, protected and blessed by his supreme power, and symbolize all the good qualities of mankind, able to sweep away any despair and darkness.
"The soldiers seem to think that you have the qualifications to become a saint." Quinn reminded, "But you should also know that if you want to be canonized as a saint, an election meeting composed of the Inquisition and the State Church must confirm the candidate's qualifications and purity and confirm that the declaration is valid. Otherwise, even if the candidate's merits are great, he cannot be given this title. After all, this is related to the reputation of the State Church and the authority of the Emperor."
There are grassroots saints who have risen from the people, and there are also chosen saints appointed by the State Church, but no matter which one, it must be canonized by the Empire to be formal.
The end of the universe is a compilation. This sentence is not just talk.
"Are you sure you are not kidding me?" Wei Mu stroked his forehead and felt a little numb.
After experiencing so many things, he even forgot that the empire is a feudal and superstitious theocracy.
Whether it is showing too much power or creating too many achievements, the parties involved are easily deified by the people.
"We are the judges of the empire, and we never joke about serious things." Quinn answered seriously, "But please rest assured, after sufficient investigation and evidence collection, we have found out that this matter was not promoted by you, but the spontaneous behavior of the soldiers-it was your actions in the Great Whirlpool Expedition that deeply shocked them."
The judges rarely took the initiative to show their caring and fairness.
"That's not the crux of the matter." Wei Mu didn't realize the concern, but said excitedly, "Although I have made outstanding contributions, look at me carefully. How can I be like a saint of the state religion who is gentle, respectful, thrifty, excellent in character and learning, and whose eyes can emit pure light? I don't even have wings behind me."
"In their eyes, your image is indeed like this. Isn't that what faith is all about?" Quinn said, "And the war apostle Saint Mathieu who assisted the Prince Regent in winning the plague war did not have wings behind him. His canonization relied on It’s about service to the Empire and devotion to the Emperor.”
The judge did not feel that the soldiers had done anything wrong. It was normal to sing praises after victory, but the scale must be grasped well.
"Stop talking nonsense, you just label people as saints without knowing anything about them. What kind of faith is this?" Wei Mu shouted loudly, "These guys are all heretics and rebels. You What the Tribunal has to do now is to arrest them and put them all in cells to work on sewing machines. They must curb the spread of this unhealthy trend as soon as possible. "
Everyone in the Hammer knows that although faith seems to be a lofty thing in the Warhammer universe, it is actually a sinkhole.
Wei Mu doesn't want to be transformed by the blessing of hundreds of millions of faiths one day, making it impossible to maintain his self-awareness.
Seeing that Wei Mu was so excited, the judges thought he was avoiding suspicion and said very sincerely: "We are not against your canonization. On the contrary, in such a critical moment, it is a good thing for the empire to have new saints. It’s just that you have to follow the formal process. As for whether you really meet the conditions for canonization, we will work with the church to conduct a thorough study on this aspect. It is estimated that it will take a lot of time. Please be patient and wait for the results. Before that, we can Don’t think of yourself as a saint, we have already warned those people below.”
"Wait, what's going on?" Wei Mu quickly stopped, "It seems that I, the client, haven't said that I want to apply for this thing. How come you made arrangements?"
However, the emperor did not want to be worshiped as a god. Religion was basically driven by collective will.