Chapter 271 Shocked, the emperor sold his body and gave birth to a child in subspace...
Lions Gate Airport.
Dockyard.
In view.
A pilgrim ship is moored slowly, and its entire body is painted in ivory white, giving it a delicate texture like marble.
On the side of the ship are statues of living saints and runes, showing a dazzling golden color.
The entire pilgrim ship shines in the sun, giving people a sense of solemnity and sanctity.
In the area where the pilgrim ships are berthed, it stands out from the crowd.
"Isn't that the Pious?
The guys at Star Tower Airport are very meticulous in their work, exceeding expectations..."
Ron recognized the identity of the pilgrim ship in front of him at a glance.
Because this ship uses the Golden Age painting technology that the territory copied from STC.
Even if the ship in front of you uses some cheap paint, the texture it presents is quite high-end.
After that, he saw more changes:
"Good guy, they also put the statue of the Savior on the hull, still in the C position..."
In fact, Ron's original intention was just to ask the airport to simply repair the Pious One.
When the Pious arrived at the Star Tower Airport, the hull was slightly damaged.
So he mentioned it in passing.
Although the savior’s original intention was good, it was doubled down below.
After the person in charge of the airport agency heard that the Savior was personally paying attention to the pilgrim ship Pious, he rushed over in a hurry.
Go to the scene to personally guide and work hard to implement the will of the savior.
The repairmen were also very excited and motivated. They not only repaired the damaged areas quickly, but also renovated some areas.
The entire hull was spray painted.
But after looking at it, the person in charge of the airport felt that it was not loyal enough. How could there be no icon of the great savior on the ship?
This is wrong!
Then, the person in charge called the craftsman again.
Let the craftsmen cover the center of the statue group with a larger and more conspicuous golden sun and savior icon than the other statues.
At this moment, Ron looked at his statue on the Pious and fell into silence.
It seems that this is quite good.
In the future, more detailed regulations must be introduced to prevent them from over-enforcement.
He had reason to suspect that if it weren't for the relevant regulations, the guys at the airport could have replaced the engine.
The latest model with performance comparable to that of a small warship - the civilian ship subspace engine MK3.
By the way, here are some civilian versions of self-defense guns.
This is why Ron does not easily interfere with the following affairs.
After all, his status in the territory is too high.
Even a simple sentence can affect the lives or destiny of many people.
While Ron was thinking.
The pilgrims in the hall stared dumbly at the Pious Ship in front of them. They swore that they had never seen such a gorgeous and sacred pilgrim ship in their lives.
In the empire's territory, it is rare to find ships and vehicles with exquisite paintings that can be used on a large scale.
Because that would be very costly.
Ordinary classes are not eligible to use it at all.
The Empire is fanatical about decorative things, and warriors like to decorate their armor with various sacred runes, relics, and coatings.
Specific color matching is even specified.
This has led to the high prices of those gorgeous, wear-resistant, and defensive paints, and even spawned some monopolistic behaviors.
There was once a paint STC tentatively named Substance 145XX22, which was discovered by the Skitarii and the Imperial Joint Guard.
The paint has a unique chemical composition that enables the coating of combat equipment to be completed in a very short time.
The discovery of this STC led to a rebellion among hundreds of important hive worlds responsible for painting the vehicles.
Dozens of high-ranking nobles with relevant interests protested.
In order to eliminate the impact.
The relevant agencies of the empire had to declare that the STC was suspected to have been corrupted by Chaos in some form, and then sealed it.
Until hundreds of years later.
The relevant agencies of the empire have officially announced that the STC has not been corrupted and is fully recognized by the high lords.
It can be seen from this the importance of paint to the empire.
Those who are qualified to paint their armor with bright and gorgeous paints are basically high-level warriors of the empire.
Such as Space Marines, Inquisitors, Battle Sisters, etc.
But those beings basically deal with the local governor, and they are legends that many mortals will never have the chance to meet in their lifetime.
To mortals, the local security guard of the defense force is a very important person.
In this case.
The gorgeous paint that fills every corner of the Pious's hull gave the ragged pilgrims a great shock.
Some pilgrims even knelt down on the spot to worship the sacred statues on the ship.
They never miss anything sacred and worship wherever they go.
Inside the cabin of the Pious.
The pilgrims, full of piety and uncontrollable excitement, have gone through several generations and hundreds of years.
They finally arrived at Holy Terra, the most sacred throne world in the empire, within their lifetime.
According to legend, every piece of land here exudes a sacred atmosphere, every building refers to ancient legends, and every ray of sunshine guides the way forward for pilgrims.
When the pilgrim ship arrives at its destination.
The captain excitedly announced that extra meals would be provided to all pilgrims so that everyone would have more strength to welcome this sacred event!
This was exciting for the pilgrims.
They can finally taste the delicacies of the Holy Land of Erth.
Before the Pious left the airport, the Star Tower Airport gave them a lot of supplies, which moved the pilgrims to tears.
They all thanked the Savior for his gift.
The food was too luxurious. Usually the captain only gave each pilgrim a small bite, mixed with starch food.
But that’s delicious enough.
Relying on those highly nutritious foods, the pilgrims rarely went hungry during this period.
After the food was distributed, the pilgrims had a delicious meal and received some compressed food produced in Ers.
After eating, the pilgrims returned to the cabin and carefully took out the white and soft divine robes given by the Holy Land of Es and put them on.
Then put on the pilgrim's badge, as well as the exquisite Savior's Cross pendant, bracelet and other sacred objects obtained by using credits at the Holy Land of Erth.
Actually, those are wholesaled from factories affiliated with the Ersi Holy Land Pilgrimage Area, but they are well-made and have been protected by the radiance of the sacred sun.
In some cases, it can resist slight chaos corrosion, which is more reliable than ordinary holy objects.
The pilgrims dressed neatly and came to the hall collectively to start the incense ceremony.
Before checking out, the pilgrims removed the incense from the rooms and even the toilets of the Holy Land Hotel.
They think the smell of those incense is sacred.
In the hall, the special smell of incense filled the air. Pilgrims bathed in the bursts of smoke, prayed, and steamed their robes.
After the ceremony was completed, the pilgrims restrained their trembling bodies from excitement and officially set foot on Holy Terra.
They were vaguely looking forward to it.
As the throne and holy land of the empire, this place should be more sacred than the Holy Land of Naeus, right?
Buzz——
The pilgrims got off the Pious and walked along the passage into the pilgrim hall, and were instantly drowned out by bursts of noisy people.
They saw the dirty hall and the shabby people.
Pilgrims who recently passed through the Ersi Holy Land to worship a dragon and experience baptism suddenly felt a sense of gap.
There doesn't seem to be much difference between this place and the holy places in other parts of the empire?
But after so many years of anticipation, the pilgrims did not think much and were still full of piety.
They stayed in the team as usual to avoid getting separated, and then moved forward silently.
However, the pilgrims on the Pious One unexpectedly discovered that the ragged crowd quietly gave way to a road.
People looked at them with a hint of awe.
This surprised the pilgrims.
Because in the past, no one paid attention to them at all.
Most of the time.
They all blended in with the crowd and moved forward timidly, for fear of knocking down something sacred and incurring severe punishment.
It is normal for other ragged pilgrims to give way.
Everyone in the hall was wearing tattered robes and looking miserable.
Suddenly, a group of people came over wearing noble white robes that only priests could afford.
It seems so sacred and transcendent, and is incompatible with the surrounding environment.
Who dares to block the way?
The pilgrims on the Pious stopped at a loss, and the surrounding crowd became quiet.
Ron suddenly walked over and communicated with the leading captain: "Mr. Captain.
I am Grant, a merchant from the edge of the border. I am also here to worship. Can I follow you for a walk?"
Shahim followed the imperial fleet and could not reach Holy Terra so quickly. Ron planned to go to the headquarters of the Imperial State Church first.
Go to Donnie’s mentor, the acting Cardinal Laurent Tissin.
It should be more convenient to follow these pilgrims and learn more about the state religion.
"Sorry..."
The captain wanted to refuse, but after seeing the souvenirs of the Erth Holy Land that Ron deliberately leaked.
He showed joy: "Have you also been to the Holy Land of Erth?"
Ron nodded: "Of course, the Emperor is above me, it is a really good place, especially the Emperor The holy hot spring sauna blessed by the emperor..."
"Yes!"
"Praise the God Emperor!"
Hearing this, the captain and the few pilgrims next to him had afterthoughts on their faces, as if they had found the person in the passage.
They excitedly chatted with Ron about their experience of pilgrimage to the Holy Land of Erth, and naturally included him in the pilgrimage team.
Besides, some tattered pilgrims listened to a few words and were stunned: "Emperor, where is the holy land of heaven?"
But looking at those wearing white divine robes Gentlemen, they didn’t even dare to come forward and ask.
After chatting for a while, Ron continued to move forward with the pilgrims on the Pious.
At this moment, the pilgrims also reacted, as if they had become different after visiting the Holy Land of Erth.
They have experienced the sacred pilgrimage to the Holy Land of Erth, and are pilgrims who have worshiped the Emperor's holy relics at close range.
Different from other pilgrims!
Thinking of this, the pilgrims on the Pious No longer flinched and straightened their backs.
"Dear pilgrims, please follow me..." The reception staff in the hall came quickly and received them warmly. After getting closer, the receptionist smelled the scent of noble incense, and his attitude became more sincere.
Under normal circumstances, only high-level warriors, nobles, and high-level clergy can create special incense formulas.
Those people are not something that a low-level administrator like him can offend.
Looking at this scene, Ron was speechless. It turned out that there was a receptionist here, and he thought there wasn't one.
This is also understandable.
After all, Holy Terra hosts billions of pilgrims from all over the galaxy at all times.
Given the complicated and bloated work processes of administrative agencies and the lack of intelligent Internet-connected equipment, they have no good way to register and manage these people.
What they can do is to find the Chaos alien heretics, and then quickly call in armed personnel to execute them.
Under such a chaotic management model, only certain special classes can enjoy reception services.
Now, Ron and the pilgrims on the Pious are regarded as a special class.
As for how to identify.
This is just an ordinary reception hall, and there is no array of meditators.
We can’t let the reception staff search in a huge, outdated paper database with thousands of layers, right?
So, the reception staff mainly look at temperament, clothing, emblems, etc. to identify who belongs to the special class.
There are no traces of chaos and they are well-dressed, so they must be from a special class.
The ordinary class cannot afford to wear such fine clothes.
And except for the pilgrims, most of the ordinary people are either farming in the agricultural world or tightening screws in the hive capital factory.
There is no time to come to Holy Terra.
As for whether there are people with bad intentions mixed in, I can only say that there are too many lice and they are not itchy.
With billions of people coming and going every day, it is normal for some chaos heresies to appear.
Find it out and judge it, and that’s it.
Soon, Ron and others simply registered under the warm hospitality of the reception staff.
Then they took a shuttle ship through a special channel and went to the headquarters of the Imperial State Church in Antarctica.
Under normal circumstances, pilgrims will first go to the holy city where the state religion is headquartered, and then start from the holy city and make a circuitous pilgrimage to various holy places.
Finally, through the Gate of Eternity, we arrive at the entrance of the royal palace located in the Himalayan mountains, and feel the sacredness and greatness of the emperor outside the palace.
……
Antarctica.
The Holy City, the headquarters of the state religion.
Pilgrim Trail.
This is a trail three to four kilometers wide. Pilgrims need to walk dozens of kilometers along this trail to reach the Anglican Cathedral.
Ron stood on the trail, looking at the thick polluting smoke in the sky, frowning.
The difference in the environment of Holy Terra was beyond his imagination.
The natural resources here have been exhausted, the oceans have been evaporated, the soil is completely barren, and the atmosphere is full of polluting fog.
With the exception of the Himalayas, almost all the mountains have been leveled, and huge, labyrinthine complexes cover most of the surface.
What’s even more frightening is that such a planet is crowded with hundreds of billions of permanent residents, as well as even more floating populations.
Except for personnel in empire-related institutions, the vast majority of the local population has fallen into extreme poverty.
Pollution, mutation, and chaos are slowly eroding at the bottom.
The only hope for these low-level local populations is to allow their descendants to enter the Terran government or the state religion.
Even to become the humblest slave.
However, such opportunities are extremely rare.
Because the relevant positions or positions are almost hereditary from generation to generation.
Ron thought that after entering Holy Terra, the traces of chaos would become less, but he did not expect that there would be more.
Along the way, he witnessed several chaos erosion incidents, and hundreds of people were killed at the gunpoint of the Skitarii.
Think about it too.
So many people coming and going are mixed together, and it is an area that the Chaos Gods focus on eroding.
How could there be no corruption?
Even if the entire population of Holy Terra is purged, as long as there are still people around, the corruption will be difficult to eradicate.
What's more, this place still has to receive pilgrims. A large number of pilgrims who cannot leave will still form a new lower class of poor people.
Ron thought silently and continued to move forward with the pilgrims on the Pious.
This walk is not easy.
Unfortunately, there are no sightseeing buses here like the Erth Holy Land.
There is no other means of transportation to the Anglican Cathedral other than on foot.
Maybe those high-ranking nobles of Terra will have special transportation channels.
But with his current status, he does not have that privilege.
As the walk progressed, Ron saw more and more pilgrim shacks, and the poorer pilgrims could only rest on the ground wrapped in cloth robes.
The entire trail area is like a huge slum.
Fortunately, this is the headquarters of the state religion, and porridge sheds will be set up in each section.
Distribute blessed food to the pilgrims.
After all, it is the headquarters of the state religion, so too many devout pilgrims cannot die in this sacred place.
He tasted it briefly and found that the taste was a bit sour and mixed with a lot of impurities.
But these are already rare delicacies for pilgrims.
After walking for more than ten kilometers.
In order to reach the Anglican Cathedral faster, Ron separated from the pilgrims on the Piety and set off alone.
What he didn’t know was.
The Pious pilgrims who witnessed all this became increasingly silent.
The strong contrast between the Holy Land of Erth and Holy Terra made these believers feel in a trance.
They are still devout to the Emperor, but they just feel that more believers should know about the existence of the Savior.
Soon, these pilgrims began to preach the deeds of the Savior to others, which attracted the attention of relevant parties in the state church.
Soon, the Skitarii found them.
...
Ron was quite excited, he could already see the Anglican Cathedral.
About ten kilometers away.
Moreover, after paying for a precious sacred pocket watch, he inquired from a certain priest about the current situation of the state religion.
The acting Cardinal is still alive and has not lost power.
I hope that being can, for the sake of Doni, the only disciple, allow the Ess Holy Land and the Savior Faith to enter the state religion.
And it must be fast, otherwise those pilgrims who have been to the Holy Land of Erth may be in trouble.
Ron does not need the other party to give the Holy Land of Erth a high status, as long as it allows the spread of its faith.
There are countless holy places of the state religion.
There are not even eight thousand but ten thousand living saints in the church.
There are countless living saints who failed to enter the sequence and only spread among regions.
After all, there are millions of civilized worlds in the empire, and none of them has a legendary figure.
In order to strengthen the rule of faith, many local state religions often launch their own living saints and establish holy places for them.
If you are lucky and operate properly, if you are included in the state religion's belief sequence, your local dominance will be greatly improved.
They must do this, otherwise the power of the local Anglican Church will be usurped by other imperial institutions.
If the bishop's feelings for Doni had not deteriorated, there was a good chance that the Holy Land of Erth could enter the state religion's order of belief.
Because on the surface, the national religion of Erth Holy Land was developed by his disciple Doni, and the savior was also certified by Doni personally.
We are all our own people.
Ron was a little emotional. Looking back now, he made the right choice to stay in the state religion.
It is too difficult to develop faith on your own.
Suddenly, Ron sensed something.
A man who looked like a pilgrim staggered, passed him, and blended into the crowd.
Then, he found something in his hand.
That is a piece of paper.
Ron picked it up and looked at it. There were large and small suns painted on it.
Damn it! ! !
What is going on? Little Sun is exposed?
He looked down and saw the text below.
Hiss~
Heresy, so heretical!
These are all outrageous rumors, mostly secrets from the Emperor's early years.
Why did the Emperor transform into a she-wolf in his early years? The Emperor stood on the street and begged for food. The Emperor sold his goods to the warlords to gain the army to unify Terra.
Nima, is there also Gouzi literature here?
There are also recent rumors claiming that a certain navigator and priest of the Ecclesiarchy witnessed the Emperor having sex with a certain being in the warp.
Finally a little sun was born.
No, are the current rumors so wild?
Aren’t you afraid that the Emperor will send out the Cursed Legion to come?
Ron looked at the logo in the lower corner of the paper. It was from the Slaanesh sect.
Oh, that’s okay...
As expected, the Slaanesh sect is still good at playing, and there is actually a Slaanesh sect who dares to do such a big job.
Regardless, they were screwed.
Ron finally understood.
Why do those in high positions dare not kill historians and pay attention to compiling history books?
Because wild history is so wild...
Bang——
Bolter guns roared and the crowd screamed.
Ron looked back.
The Slaanesh believer who just stuffed the explosive secret into his hand has had his head shot off.
Then, he saw a group of skitarii running towards him...
(End of Chapter)