Chapter 262 Pilgrim: Is this the Holy Terra?
Ron's consciousness passed by and he roughly understood the condition of the dilapidated pilgrim ship.
Fortunately, there are still many living people on this ship.
He then mobilized the Star Torch and sent a psychic beacon to the Pilgrim ship.
As long as the ship still retains the ability to sail, it should be able to follow the psychic beacon to reach the Holy Land of Erth.
After doing all this, he regained consciousness and stopped controlling the Star Torch.
Zila~
Ron stood up from the psychic seat and felt relieved.
The feeling of using the Star Torch is not that comfortable, but it is much easier than controlling the Blackstone Throne.
Even high-level psychics can bear this pressure.
This is just the first try.
If the effect is good, this star torch will guide more pilgrim ships to worship at the Holy Land of Erth in the future.
Those devout pilgrims will spread the word about the Holy Land of Erth and the existence of the Savior.
Let this become a true holy place in the galaxy.
Lilith walked over gracefully on high heels, with a light and charming figure: "Saviour, I think you need to take a good rest."
She gently held Ron's hand, and there was a hint of fanaticism in her pious and pure eyes.
Ron felt the soft body of the other party and swallowed: "Wait a minute, you are not allowed to use your psychic powers to do those tricks..."
As a dignified savior, you can't play too exciting. .
Besides, he was also worried that Slaanesh would come looking for him.
That's what he said, but he still followed Lilith into a small room.
After a while, a strange light shone in the room...
Slaanesh mistook me!
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The endless deep space.
The dilapidated pilgrim boat, nearly one kilometer long, floats quietly.
Time has left traces of vicissitudes and rust on the hull, but it has not been able to cover up those ancient and solemn reliefs.
The reliefs describe the legends of great emperors and many saints, and are also symbols of the ship's pious faith.
The name of this pilgrim ship is "The Pious".
Hundreds of years ago, a certain impoverished planet spent almost all its resources to build the Pious.
The pilgrimage began.
They sought redemption from the benevolent Emperor.
The Pious set sail with the expectations of the entire civilized world, loaded with pilgrims.
Follow the pilgrimage path given by the state religion, passing through one holy place after another, heading to Holy Terra.
However, just when they arrived in the Sun Star Territory and were about to see the dawn of victory.
The nightmare has come.
The Star Torch was extinguished, and a warp storm swept over the Pious One as it sailed.
The Pilgrims were lucky that the ship's hull did not disintegrate in the violent storm.
Unfortunately, however, the storm ejected the ship into unknown regions, and the Emperor's presence disappeared.
They could no longer find the light from the Star Torch.
The Pious is completely lost.
Afterwards, this group of devout pilgrims were enveloped in misery and nightmares.
They were in pain, wailing, and begging the emperor for salvation, but they received no response for a long time.
More and more people are dying.
Hope is gradually disappearing...
The Pious, bridge.
Dong Dong Dong——
A rapid and heavy knocking sound echoed in the bridge.
With a blood-curdling roar, the steel door trembled under the violent impact of an unknown entity.
At the same time, there was a sharp sound, like nails scratching on the steel surface, which made people get goosebumps all over.
These terrifying sounds hit the nerve limits of everyone on the bridge.
"O merciful Emperor who controls the galactic storms and whirlpools!
We poor believers are wandering in danger, and we cry to you for help!
Save us, save us Save them from the hands of those terrible living corpses!”
The captain with gray hair and wrinkled face howled piously, trying to get rescued.
Behind him were hundreds of pilgrims wrapped in gray rags.
Hungry and frightened, the pilgrims crouched on their knees and begged the great Emperor for help.
The captain shouted hoarsely, and there was a trace of despair in his deep eyes.
Hundreds of years ago, his ancestors were entrusted by the queen to build the Devotee, carrying all the hopes of the believers on the planet.
This great journey began.
However, does their pilgrimage end here?
But the Devout has not yet arrived at Holy Terra.
They were not pious enough, failed to gain the favor of the Emperor, and failed to live up to the expectations of the Queen and the believers!
Now, the terrifying heretic zombies have surrounded the ship, and more and more pilgrim believers are dying.
What’s even more troublesome is that the food was exhausted a few days ago.
Even if those bloodthirsty zombies failed to rush in.
They will starve to death too!
The captain stopped praying and glanced at the communication equipment, his eyes becoming lower and lower.
The navigator has not sent a message for several days.
If the navigator dies under the attack of living zombies, the Pious One's only hope will be cut off.
Boom——
The hull jerked and the engines resumed.
With the buzzing, the captain staggered to the dashboard and almost fell down on it.
The next moment, he showed ecstasy: "Praise the Emperor, the Geller engine has started!"
Did the navigator find the route?
Before the captain could react, he heard the roar outside. According to the instrument, a subspace vortex channel was forming.
This means that they are about to enter subspace.
"The subspace jump has begun, hurry up, everyone, hurry up and protect your heads!"
The captain immediately reminded everyone to prevent any unlucky guy from smashing his head in the strong jolts. .
"The all-knowing and all-powerful Emperor has come to save us!"
The captain shouted.
Whoosh——
The ship entered the subspace, the surroundings suddenly darkened, and the light of gray-pink subspace energy penetrated slightly.
In an instant, everyone felt uncomfortable, their ears were filled with murmurs, and countless horrific scenes flashed behind their heads.
This is one of the side effects of subspace navigation.
As the Pious moved deeper into subspace, the bridge shook more and more violently.
At the same time, the zombies outside became more and more manic, frantically bombarding the steel door.
The captain and the pilgrims knelt on the ground, eyes closed, silently praying to the emperor.
I hope the Pious One can successfully exit the subspace.
I don’t know how long it took.
The Pious stopped suddenly, and the steel armor outside the bridge window slowly opened.
The pilgrims who were praying with their eyes closed and shivering suddenly felt a warmth.
They opened their eyes carefully.
Then, I saw... the sun!
"Your Majesty, what do I see?" There was a buzz, and the pilgrims couldn't help but admire.
Their faces showed uncontrollable piety and joy.
In the sight, the brilliance of the sun shines, and a blue planet glows slightly with golden light under the sunlight.
How beautiful!
These pilgrims have been to many holy planets along the way, but have never seen such a beautiful and sacred planet.
There are no polluting clouds blocking the sky, the green earth and the blue ocean.
With just one glance, you can feel the unique and extraordinary temperament of this planet.
It is like a brilliant gem embedded in the universe, emitting incredible light.
"Praise the Emperor, is that Holy Terra?"
The old pilgrim hissed.
He was trembling all over, looking at the planet in front of him feverishly, as if he wanted to imprint her appearance deeply in his mind.
However, the next second, the pilgrim fainted due to excitement.
Before the pilgrims could react.
Boom——
The terrifying roar pulled everyone back from joy to the reality of despair. The terrifying living corpse was still outside.
They can't get out at all.
Besides, that door can no longer hold up!
Zizzi~
Just when the pilgrims were desperate, a communication signal suddenly connected.
A low and powerful voice sounded, with an unshakable firm belief:
"Pilgrims, we have found traces of pollution and are approaching quickly. Please calm down, Find the nearest safe area and stay hidden..."
After a pause, the voice silently recited another motto:
"I will use your power to attack where evil takes refuge; Emperor and Savior, protect me from suspicion!"
Boom——
As soon as the words fell, the ship seemed like He was slightly shaken by some attack.
A melodious hymn sounded throughout the ship.
That is a hymn about the golden sun and the savior...
Accompanied by sacred hymns, there are also the roar of gunshots and the wails of living corpses.
The pilgrims were stunned by everything that happened to them.
There was a glimmer of hope in the captain's deep eyes.
He murmured: "Could they be the legendary extraordinary beings - the emperor's angels?
Who is the savior, the living saint named by the emperor?"
...
The Pious cabin.
In the dim corridor, the faint light of the teleportation beacon flickered slowly.
Bang bang bang bang——
The fire of the bolter illuminated the fiery red armor.
The zombies of Nurgle exploded and fell one after another.
The digital war angels stepped on the remains of Nurgle's living corpse and advanced silently.
War Angel received an order and a foreign pilgrim ship entered the quarantined airspace, and there were traces of pollution. Only after they have cleaned and purified it can the ship enter the docking area.
The war angels acted separately, kicking open the cabin doors one by one and killing the living corpses inside.
Then continue to the next location.
They were so cold, precise, and without hesitation, as if they had practiced it countless times.
To the war angels, these living corpses are still weak.
Inside the cabin.
The boy with pale skin and scars all over his body was wrapped in rags and huddled in the corner of the room.
His name is Jose.
A pilgrim, a son of the void born among the stars.
Due to his strange body shape, he was discriminated against.
Whenever the pilgrim ship arrives at a planet to worship or obtain supplies, he needs to wrap himself up.
To cover your body and face.
It is dangerous for a child of the void to reveal himself.
Although the children of the void are excellent sailors and crew members, many people born on the ground have no understanding of the starry sky.
It is easy to regard the Children of the Void as heretics and aliens and attack them.
When Jose was eight years old.
The first time he set foot on the planet, he saw with his own eyes his uncle's family being tied to the stake and burned alive by ignorant fanatics.
When the priest arrived, it was already too late.
From then on, Jose became more and more afraid of exposing himself.
However, the pilgrim ship lacks the ability to self-supply, although local nobles and believers will kindly donate some supplies.
But those supplies were not enough to meet their long-term navigation needs.
So, every time those pilgrims go to a planet, in addition to pilgrimage, they also need to do an extra period of work.
Those are not good jobs.
Mostly it is some physical work, or to clear some sewers full of pollution and danger.
Fortunately, after completing those tasks, they can obtain additional corpse starch sticks.
Avoid starving to death during the voyage.
But for Jose, every job is fraught with danger.
He needed to be extremely careful not to expose himself so that people wouldn't see him.
In exchange for people's insults, beatings, and even more terrible attacks.
But it's all coming to an end.
José felt vaguely relieved that he was going to die.
Several living corpses outside the door attacked the crumbling door panel, eager to devour flesh and blood.
He carefully took out a small piece of moldy wood slag bread and took small bites.
Enjoying this delicious food.
This half piece of wood slag bread was given to me by a kind-hearted priest, and he was reluctant to finish it.
When you are greedy, take it out and take a bite.
“Thank you to the kind emperor for allowing me to eat such delicious food...”
Jose swallowed his food and prayed devoutly.
He was going to die anyway, and he planned to enjoy this piece of wood slag bread before he died.
However, when Jose was halfway through eating, the door panel was suddenly rushed open by the living corpses.
The sudden loud noise made his hand shake, and the wooden slag bread rolled down to the door.
Roar——
When he was about to go over to pick it up, the living corpse crushed the wooden slag bread and rushed towards him.
“Are you finally going to die?”
Faced with the arrival of death, Jose did not have much fear, but it was a pity that he did not finish the food.
Buzz——
With a bang, the head of the living corpse was chopped into pieces, and the roaring chain sword stopped in front of the tip of Jose's nose.
His pale face felt a slight pain from the sharp force coming towards him.
Then the chainsword was withdrawn.
José raised his head and saw an indescribable fiery red figure.
The warrior was so tall and strong, his thick armor decorated with sacred crests and runes, full of strength and faith.
"Thank you... Lord Angel!"
Jose's heart was filled with shock, and a hoarse voice came out of his throat.
Obviously, he recognized what kind of existence the warrior in front of him was.
That is an angel sent by the Emperor!
Suddenly, Jose thought of something. He leaned over and found the small piece of shriveled, blood-stained wood slag bread, and wiped it vigorously.
“You can still eat it, right?”
he murmured.
The war angel watched Jose's movements in silence.
He suddenly reached out and snatched away the piece of contaminated food, took out a strip from the storage bag behind his back, and threw it into the other person's arms.
Then turned and left.
José picked up the strip in his arms in a daze. It was beautifully packaged and had a bust portrait of a figure wearing golden armor.
"Save... Lord of the world, compress dry food?"
He read the words above and realized that what he was holding was food.
That is compressed dry food produced under the auspices of the Ministry of Military Affairs and distributed to various armed forces as emergency food.
It is a mixed grain product with Akenberry flavor and rich in egg milk, sugar and vitamins.
Compared to those fine grain products, a little taste is sacrificed.
Jose smelled the irresistible fragrance. He swallowed, stuffed it into his arms, and protected it tightly.
At the same time, he faintly heard another gunshot outside, and it gradually faded away.
Two hours later, the war angels finished cleaning up the living corpses, boarded the ship and left.
At the same time, the cleaning team's ship came to contact the Piety and connect. They will clean the entire ship for half a day.
……
Holy Land of Erth.
Pilgrim reception hall outside the area.
Aleman at the reception desk stood up straight, with a smile like the sunshine in spring, but there was nothing in front of her.
She was a little discouraged.
Aleman graduated from the Administrative College of Zhongsi College and entered the Ministry of the Interior of the Holy Land with relatively good results.
Eventually, she was assigned to the newly established Ministry of Culture and Tourism under the Ministry of Interior to work at the reception desk.
Although it is not an important department.
But compared to other graduates assigned to other planets, this is a very good organization.
Enviable.
The Ministry of Culture and Tourism is responsible for cultural and tourism-related affairs within the star region, and needs to develop and maintain various holy places and famous attractions.
To preserve and spread the radiance of the Golden Sun and the Great Savior.
One of the most important tasks is the operation of worship activities related to the Holy Cathedral.
Today, part of the top holy land of Erth has been circled as the core area for religious worship.
And invested a lot of resources in its construction.
The purpose is to learn from Holy Terra and create a first-class holy place in the galaxy.
Now, the construction work has been initially completed, creating a pilgrimage route of about 50 kilometers.
When worshipers arrive, they will go from the reception desk to more than ten areas including the Holy Grand Square, the Salvation Trail, the Church of the Savior, the Holy Land Garden, and the Souvenir Market.
Finally arrive at the Holy Cathedral to worship the great Emperor's shrine and the holy relics he left behind.
Pilgrims will see with their own eyes the sacred fingerprints of the Emperor.
It’s the fingerprint on the Emperor’s Blood Business License.
A big pile of the Emperor's blood.
Sacred and shocking enough.
After all, even in Holy Terra, the vast majority of pilgrims only glanced at the National Church Cathedral from a distance.
Or take a look outside the palace gate.
Not even a shadow of the Golden Throne or the Emperor's bones can be seen.
In the Holy Land of Erth, there is genuine blood of the Emperor, and you can experience the greatness of the Emperor up close.
Of course, the exhibits are replicas.
But no matter what, it is also mixed with the nanopowder extracted from the drop of Emperor's blood listed on the Emperor's Blood Merchant License.
If you round it up, it can be considered genuine, which is enough conscience!
From embarking on the pilgrimage to worshiping the Emperor’s shrine and witnessing the Emperor’s sacred relics.
The entire journey takes approximately two weeks and allows pilgrims to fully appreciate the greatness of the Emperor and Savior.
Of course, Ron, the savior, has put so much effort into creating a pilgrimage road, not just for tourism.
There will be various faith worship projects along the way that are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
It is actually a large-scale brainwashing campaign to maintain and deepen citizens’ beliefs and gain more power of hope.
At the same time, it can also allow outside pilgrims to feel the brilliance of the Savior and the sanctity of the Holy Land, and then spread it.
This will also be good for the territory's reputation in the empire.
The reception office where Aleman is located is responsible for the reception of foreign pilgrims.
However, in the past six months, the reception hall has been empty, and no pilgrims from other places have arrived.
She received the credits and felt guilty, feeling that she had not contributed her due value to the savior.
Suddenly, Aleman’s communication device rang.
She glanced at it, with surprise flashing in her eyes: "Pilgrims from other places are coming!"
"Hurry, hurry, get ready!"
Aleman's immediate boss, the person in charge The official from the reception office trotted over and urged.
“Why are you here?” Aleman was a little surprised.
Under normal circumstances, the other party does not need to come forward.
"Praise the Savior, the first batch of pilgrims, our department must entertain them well!"
The official was quite excited.
After half a year, he finally waited for the first batch of pilgrims, and the savior might also come.
They will have the opportunity to behold the Holy Face of the Savior.
At this important moment, no matter what, he has to be in place and reflect the value of the department!
The entrance to the reception hall for pilgrims outside the area.
The landing ship responsible for transporting passengers slowly stopped, and the pilgrims walked out cautiously...
(End of this chapter)