Chapter 676 Doomsday Storm: False Emperor and Divine Emperor

Father Mathieu Clercourt stood in the heavy rain, letting the rain pour on his head, and the water droplets filled with broken silver flowed all over his body.

It was heavy rain dropped by the Imperial Navy. At this moment, the magnificent starship was sliding through the clouds. They were pouring holy water mixed with mithril from the belly of the warship. Of course, it was not a real holy water, used to purify religious matters. The filth is eliminated on a chemical level.

The heavy rain of purification will fall across the globe, washing away all the pollution wherever the Nurgle Demon has gone. The interior of the city will be completely sterilized, and all obstacles that hinder its advance on the outside earth will also be disintegrated. When the heavy rain stops, the imperial army will attack from behind the city walls.

But Mathieu was left behind. He is the war envoy of the expeditionary force. Since he was a low-level priest of the state church, he has followed the army throughout the battlefields of the universe, fighting against those Asians at the forefront of faith. Space Daemons and Followers, but he was left behind, and the Primarch's refusal to take part in the war council spoke volumes.

Mathieu stood in the rain at a loss. He was thinking that the original body no longer believed in him, or that he had never trusted him in the first place. It was well known that Guilliman did not believe in the state religion, but if that was all, Mathieu did not What bothered him so much was that he was doubting.

Doubting the empire, doubting the faith, doubting everything...the heresy as it is said in the Book of the Book, the Book of the Book...the Book of the Book.

"You are here, Father." A soft female voice said, and Mathieu recognized the voice. The girl walked out of the rain, but not a drop of rain could touch her. There was a circle of light around her body. , bouncing off all the rain like a shield.

The girl came barefoot but had already put on clothes, but even without Mathieu he would not have reacted to this. In any case, he was a priest and had already sworn to dedicate everything in his life to the emperor, and to women His feelings are naturally among them.

"You are really a saint. I saw that your wounds have healed. Was it healed by the Emperor?" Mathieu asked. He followed the girl and entered her barrier. The rain was not there. Watering him, a warmth spread from the girl.

"Who knows? What about you? Father." The girl asked standing beside him, her soft skirt flying on both sides of her feet.

"How did you get out? Didn't Sister Silence notice you?"

"Don't worry about the nun. I have my own way. She won't find out that I have left. When she finds out, I have already gone back. But you, Father, how are you?"

"It's terrible, it's terrible." Mathieu said without hesitation, as if he didn't think about it at all. The words came out of his mouth, and this was the truth.

There was no cover-up, no embellishment, no sarcasm. Every glance and every word was genuine. Vito smiled as he listened. He raised his head and looked down at the rainy earth, "Really? Why?"

"I'm doubting, Saint, I'm doubting the faith. What the Primarch said makes me puzzled." Mathieu said frustratedly, "You really surprise me, Father, since you have no quibbles." What's the point of sophistry in the face of a true saint? Lies can't deceive you, they can't deceive the Emperor."

Yes, if his lies could not deceive anyone but himself, the Emperor would not have to tell him, and Vito knew how to tell whether a person was lying or telling the truth.

"Um...go on, Father." Vito said softly. He didn't speak or interrupt. If it weren't for the light blocking the heavy rain, the priest wouldn't even know he was still here.

Maybe this is what Vito wants. A seemingly uninhabited environment can often inspire people's inner thoughts, and the priest has once again verified this.

"Lord Guilliman said that nothing we did was what the Emperor wanted. He mocked our faith. He claimed that the Book of Holy Words was not spoken by the Empire, but by his brothers." The priest said discouragedly, His face flashed with doubt, regret, and deep self-blame.

"Does this displease you? Father, you resent these words." Vito spoke softly, his voice like drizzle, "What qualifications and reasons do I have to resent a primarch? The son of the God-Emperor? Who of us is qualified? , a son who could claim to know his father better than he did, his favorite son."

Favorite? No, I'm not sure, maybe it was, like a prisoner behind bars who got a file, but now, he got a better tool, so what's the point of a file?

"What do you want to ask me? I can feel your confusion."

"Tell me, O messenger, who wrote the Book of Psalms?"

"Do you really want to know? Knowing this secret will make you collapse. When you know it, your faith, no, the faith of the state religion will collapse." Vito warned, his tone did not change at all, but his insight A strong person can find a warning in it.

"Tell me, I can bear it." Mathieu said decisively after thinking for a moment. Vito glanced at him, and after a moment of silence, he said, "The Sacred Book is written by Lorgar, The Emperor's Rebellious Son. One of the sons who betrayed him in the first place."

Mathieu fell silent after hearing this. His expression remained unchanged, but when he spoke again, his voice was full of powerlessness, "So, all of this is a lie. Our beliefs for thousands of years are wrong. We recited The words of a traitor are tantamount to betraying the emperor..."

"I said the truth will make you collapse, but don't you doubt me? Doubt, I'm lying, maybe that will make you feel better." Vito even said it gently, and with that female voice, it was even more like a loving goddess.

The priest shook his head. Although he had already collapsed, he still said firmly, "The facts woven by lies are also lies. Messenger of God, we disappointed him, right?"

"Yeah." Vito responded monotonously. He didn't know if the priest could hear that he was actually lying. The emperor in the past would, but the one now, he would be satisfied.

Fortunately, or to make Vito feel a little happy, Mathieu did not notice it. He sighed calmly but deeply regretfully, "We disappointed him. This is a lie. Everything in the past ten thousand years is a lie. Our faith and even the entire empire are built on lies. Why didn't he come to stop us? God's messenger, why did he not issue a decree until this moment?"

In the past ten thousand years, countless saints have appeared. They all have the power of the emperor and the great light of faith. With this, they defeated various enemies and also made the faith of the state religion the best evidence. Miracles after miracles, it is hard to doubt.

So what is going on? Why, why did the emperor know that it was a lie, but still weaved it and let it thrive?

"I'm telling you a truth. Do you want to hear it? Believe it or not, but I only promise not to lie to you." Vito spoke in the same tone, still that gentle voice, still that convincing goddess voice.

Her beauty was moving and hard to reject. The priest nodded gently and said with a mood of indifference, "Speak, Apostle, I think nothing can move me anymore."

"I am not the apostle of that emperor, but the real emperor."

"What?" Mathieu asked in surprise. He broke his promise in an instant, but he did not feel ashamed, but was deeply shocked.

"I am not the apostle of the emperor on the golden throne. That is not the emperor. The real emperor has died long ago. It is not him there, but an evil god. Mathieu, you have been worshiping an evil god for thousands of years." Vito said calmly. What he said was shocking and wanted to deny, but that face and tone made it difficult to deny.

"What did you say? We... worship an evil god?" Mathieu said with unprecedented shock. He had never collapsed like this before. At this moment, he knew what despair was.

"The thing sitting on the throne only wants to abuse your worship and gain the power of faith for himself. You are his sacrifice. With the development of the state religion and its promotion, the whole human race has become a sacrifice for the moment of being sacrificed."

"For what?" Mathieu spoke with fear in his heart. He had conquered fear in the war, but now he has never been so afraid. He is afraid of the answer, but he is eager to know, like a cliff jumper next to the abyss, afraid of the abyss, but attracted by it.

"Become a god, and all the cycles will start again. The world will be destroyed. Mathieu, you know that everything will be destroyed. It is a world without God, because there will only be one God, one life, and that is it." Vito said slowly but firmly. He stared into the night, and his eyes flashed with angry lightning.

"Emperor, come again... No, anyone who can hear the words of prayer... Save us." Mathieu prayed in confusion. He didn't know who to pray to. He thought he knew, but now he found himself banging his head against the wall in a dark room as if he was covered with a hood.

He had never felt that this universe was so dark, so desperate and without light.

At the moment of his collapse, at the moment of the real collapse, Vito turned around, he grabbed Mathieu, as if pulling him out of the water, and the latter looked at him tightly, as if that was the last hope.

"I am the messenger sent by the true emperor, Father Mathieu. He is calling you. He has awakened after thousands of years of sleep. I am his messenger. The era of the false emperor will end. The true emperor will take back the throne, and he needs your help. The emperor believes in you."

Vito's words seemed to inject lubricating oil into the long-rotten engine. At that moment, the engine was re-ignited, and Mathieu's heart seemed to burn with a burning flame. He raised the torch high in the abyss and saw the sun in despair. In the real darkness, people are not deceiving themselves. Those who see the darkness clearly will never stay away from the sun again.

"What do you need me to do?" Mathieu swept away his previous decadence and instantly rekindled his fighting spirit, like the priest in the past. Now he knows who he is fighting for.

Not only for the true emperor, but also for himself and for all mankind. He has never been like this before. He has never been so proud and enthusiastic in his heart.

"You must obey the orders of the Emperor's Chosen One. He is Vitor, the Emperor's brother. He understands what the true Emperor is like. He is the Emperor's voice and sword. Go to him and he will tell you what to do. Secondly, Guilliman, the true Emperor's son, he needs your help."

Vito said seriously, from a loving goddess, to a majestic messenger, like Athena holding a sword and a shield, "The false emperor will try to kill him, take me to find him, maybe Guilliman can't understand the truth of all this now, you must guide him, Father Mathieu, you must show him the way, and the first step, you must take me to help him."

Mathieu nodded suddenly, he knelt down firmly to Vito, as when he first stepped into the church, with enthusiasm and hope, for the real hope, "I will live up to my mission, I swear, no matter what the price, I will atone to the real God Emperor, I will atone for the sin of betrayal with my compatriots."

"I know you will, go to the head nun, tell her the truth, and rescue me from the prison of the false emperor." Vito kissed Mathieu on the forehead after he said that, this is certainly not because he likes men, but a skill that Vito learned from Slaanesh before, when his kiss stays on Mathieu's head, his soul will disappear from the emperor's sight.

In the darkness, he can truly complete the mission given to him by Vito better and undetected, and Mathieu will do so with enthusiasm, treating Vito as if he were treating... the real emperor.

Is Vito lying? I don't know, but I think he is not lying, at least for him, the real emperor has long been dead.

"For the emperor." Mathieu said devoutly, Vito held his head and responded softly, "For the emperor."

After that, Vito left, he suddenly disappeared, and the heavy rain fell on Mathieu again, as if he had never appeared, but when Mathieu raised his head, he knew what he should do.

In the shadows in the distance, Vito appeared there, he walked into the darkness of the corridor and spoke to Eva beside him, "The priest has entered the game, the chessboard has started to move, notify Coz ​​and others to make the next step."

As he said this, he walked into the darkness, and with the sound of his footsteps, the gears of the clock turned, and midnight was coming.