Chapter 395 The Appointment of the Ancient Sage
Due to Aharin's absence, Magna - but not him, now stands in the position of the attendant in the private office of Lamizane and Perturabo It is the customized version of the mech that Magnar Dorn likes very much. His appearance is the Mark 12 Astartes power armor currently commonly installed on ships. This power armor looks more or less proportioned. For the taller Mark 4, the mech's power backpack is slightly larger than the normal model, but considering that it has additional teleportation and anti-gravity devices, it is not incomprehensible.
——Lami Zane originally thought that he would not be as considerate and flexible as Aharin to the needs of his two fathers, but the fact that he can carry out unlimited individual teleportation within the ship can greatly make up for it. Other issues.
For example, even when the fight is the most difficult in the cafeteria, the mech named "Whiterace" can directly flash into the arena, knocking down anyone standing in front of him, and take Walking for lunch and then immediately back to the office, I even knew to bring an anti-shake gyro tray beforehand so I wouldn't spill a bit of the steaming soup on the move.
No wonder little Magna likes him so much. He is indeed better than ordinary mechas.
But it's a pity that he can't deal with this determined guest in front of me for me.
"Excuse me, are you free after the Reca coffee time? Dear Your Highness Carosini, I arrived five minutes early. I hope not to disturb your wonderful time."
< br>Oh, my God, who can refuse a request for an audience from a truly upright old gentleman like Rilano, even though it’s probably not going to do anything good - Lamizane groaned in his heart and picked up the communication rosary, Perturabo had already So he moved his desk to the suite next to the door, so that his calculation work would not be disturbed by the recent frequent requests for interviews.
Since Perturabo confirmed to him that Konrad Curze had a new body (although they still couldn't figure out how Sarrokin's body contained Curze's ghost) And they stayed at the time and space point they went to, and after briefly explaining the rationale to him, some important members of the ship seemed to remember one after another the doubts they should have remembered, or not so well. The confusion is over——
Now walking in the corridor is not as relaxing as before. He always feels that many new members sometimes look at the surroundings and him, the original body, in a strange way. Fortunately, he doesn't know Why the priest brothers can solve most of these situations in advance does not require him to talk to each other one by one, but there are always a few people with strong will, clear mind, courage and age who must be explained by him personally——< br>
Like the ancient sage who is now locking his leg joints to "sit" at his desk, Rilanor is one of them.
"I'll get straight to the point, Your Excellency."
The ancient sage has a very good voice, which is different from the kind of voice suitable for chanting psalms, even if it is produced through a pronunciator It also sounds magnetic and pleasant. You can imagine how popular this ancient man would be among the ladies of the royal court before he was sealed in the sarcophagus.
"Speak, Elder Rilanor."
"What do you think of His Majesty the Emperor, the Lord of Mankind, the Ruler of the Imperium, and the Emperor we serve? ”
The first question is the issue of explosive death. As expected of you, ancient sage. Lamizane gave a stiff smile. "This..."
"You don't have to worry," Rilano spread out his arms very humanely, with only the simplest mechanical hands on them to keep walking fearlessly. balance. "I have removed all my weapons in advance, because I can't guarantee my emotions, but I think removing them will help you to say some less vain and perfunctory words to me."
Absolutely. Come prepared, don't be fooled at all.
"Okay," Lamizane sighed, "I admit that I might have had some illusions about him at first, but now I feel...the emperor is indeed not a god."
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Wuwei on the opposite side was obviously a little surprised by this answer, "Can you elaborate further? With such a vague answer, I can't understand your true attitude."
"Because he can lie and make mistakes, He can steal, acquiesce in crimes happening in front of him for profit, has likes and dislikes, and cannot create things out of thin air. He is better at plundering, dominating and destroying." Ice-blue eyes stared at the ancient sage green from under his black eyebrows. 's eyepiece, "Is God like this? If God is like this, then the fundamental difference between God and humans is actually only the strength of the individual. If he is strong enough, he is recognized as a new god, and the weak are dismissed out of despair. If you are told that if you worship a strong person as a god, you can get a weak hope, then is this strong person really a god? In my opinion, this creates a desperate enough environment, and then it is achieved through the intense emotional prayer of the desperate person. The act of bringing down a miracle..."
The words that were blasphemous enough to be ordered to be exterminated by the Heretic Tribunal echoed under the bright dome painted with blue sky and white clouds, "...the only difference between it and chaos is the taste of chocolate. The excrement, one is chocolate that smells like excrement, right?”
Elder Rilano, who choked for half a second because of the too vulgar metaphor, clenched his mechanical fists, those fragile The structure creaked under the drive of Wuwei's powerful servo joints, making it appear very fragile and fragile. "Even so, I have seen with my own eyes the time when Your Majesty walked on earth. It was a beautiful era! During the Great Expedition, His Majesty's power, Your Majesty's dream, and the future of mankind..."
"Well Humph, if it weren't for the bright future of mankind and the promise of eternal peace after the war, do you think someone like Rogal Dorn would be the first to get angry and beat him up? Do you know what he did to his own son? Elder Rilanor? Many people worship him, worship him, and bow to him... How many pure believers are there? Please tell me, venerable ancient sage, if worshiping the emperor does not bring any protection. It cannot improve the people's situation, nor can it bring them bread for tomorrow, so why do they worship him? ”
"In order to protect the fragile souls of mortals." The ancient sage regained his composure a little and replied, "I have done some research among the new warriors. Chaos is rampant in the empire today, and as everyone knows , if the soul cannot return to the Golden Throne, then the soul will easily fall into the hands of the enemy of Chaos - the fate of the man who was our father and the traitors who followed him is the best way to corrupt his soul. It will become a negative example of how despicable and humble it will be."
"Oh, that's right." The man with the face of the fourth son of the emperor smiled and raised his elbows on the table. "Then can any of them tell you clearly what will happen to the souls of humans and Astartes after their souls return to the Golden Throne?"
(End of this chapter)