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"roll!!!"
"Hey, hey, hey, kids shouldn't talk to adults like that!"
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Soon after, under a solemn declaration in front of the sacred Terra parade ground, Sun Lord Kasgar and Imperial Warmaster Fugrim will embark on their next expedition.
The rapid development of the Imperial Cult has brought both joy and sorrow to the human empire.
When faced with Van Dill being accused of being a traitor, Casgar did not choose to take direct action against him.
Even if such scoundrels deceived countless hardworking and loyal citizens of the empire, even if they were burned by the emperor's wrath for countless days and nights, they could not wash away their sins.
but!
The Emperor is also merciful—although many fanatics still insist that the Emperor's Light would choose a coward who deserts when Holy Terra faces calamity, rather than the hero Kasgar, who saved the world ten thousand years ago and once again rescued people from the clutches of Chaos and the aliens ten thousand years later.
But faced with such an unyielding force, they will also prepare a large and well-equipped expeditionary fleet.
Although Kasgar did not explicitly state it, his group still retained almost the entire Phoenix Sage Legion organization, as well as the Ultramarines temporary legion that had been pre-forged from Guilliman.
Although many Primarchs have returned, only Fugrim and Mortalian are currently available to be found and deployed. Volkan seems to be still chasing aliens across the galaxy, Llane will only be able to launch attacks with the help of his new Bush Teleport ability, and Angron only wants to live a secluded life in his own kingdom like a hermit.
With these two Primarchs and the well-organized expedition fleet, Casca set sail towards the region gradually spreading towards Holy Terra.
—The reason for not choosing to arrive directly via the internet is also quite simple.
The lunar network portal is under repair. Although the Eldar have agreed to the Imperium's demands, the scientists and sages in the Imperium who understand network technology have been completely lost over the long years.
Even if the Eldar wanted to teach, they would have to start from the most basic knowledge and teach it bit by bit, and it would take a long time before there was any hope of a smooth passage.
Furthermore, the portal left behind by the ancient sanctuary on the moon is not very tall, and can only transport a few ground units at most—it's the limit if a dog can walk through it.
For expeditions of fleet size, it is still necessary to use the subspace warp method.
As for when we can sail through the network in the form of a fleet, just as the Emperor dreamed of... well, that will have to wait until the network project beneath the Golden Throne, which was put on hold because a huge hole was blown up by Luo Jia.
Perhaps in the future, when we have the capability and the lunar portal is officially connected, and humanity has accumulated enough scientific talent, we might one day be able to realize the vision of direct flight.
For now, let's stick to the subspace warp approach.
Before leaving, Kasgar took one last look at the slowly closing subspace rift.
There will be opportunities in the future.
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Holy Land World [Dimanmar]
Ten thousand years ago, when emperors still roamed the world, this place was already famous as the human world where emperors were most loyal and also the most fervent in their faith.
The Word Bearers occupied this place, erecting various imperial monuments to commemorate their achievements in reuniting humanity across the galaxy during their expedition, and declaring that from then on, humanity would never again suffer even the slightest bit of bullying from the Xenomorphs.
During the great rebellion that followed, they stood firmly by the Emperor's side. When they returned to the sight of the Imperium of Man after the warp storm ended, the inhabitants of this world firmly believed that they had received revelation from the Emperor, who had become a god.
From then on, this place became one of the holy sites of the Imperial Church. People placed countless exquisite or magnificent works of art here to praise the emperor, just to extol His divine miracles.
"A centaur, a gold ring—"
"A centaur, a gold ring—"
"A centaur, a gold ring—"
The melodious singing, like that of a choir, emanated from the golden church, which was the size of a fortress.
This world is now only inhabited by high-ranking monks of the Imperial Church. Even those who come on pilgrimage must donate an unimaginable amount of wealth to have the privilege of washing away their sins here and receiving the Emperor's forgiveness.
Even so, the roads in front of the cathedral were still packed with people.
"Follow His will and comprehend His wisdom;"
"Reverence His sacrifice, thirst for His mercy!"
Before the cathedral stood a solemn and dignified imperial angel—Astartes—whose entire armor was adorned with prominent scriptural decorations, and the mark of purity covered every corner of his power armor.
Holding a dogma and an incense burner, he bestowed "blessings" upon each believer at the entrance to the crowd.
As a veteran of the Words of the Heart, he never imagined that he would be able to do this job again one day.
This time, they received help from a true god—Tzeentch, the god of wisdom.
Under the cover of psychic magic, even a filthy, chaotic, and corrupt scum can disguise himself as a devout follower of the Emperor.
Just like how the two-headed Carlos is regarded by humans as the Holy Empire's Sky Eagle.
With their ever-changing nature, the Tzeentch demons have long been lurking in every system and corner of the human empire, ready to spread their chaos throughout the world at any time.
Just like it is now.
And Van Diehl was the most suitable parasite.
This power-hungry bureaucrat was completely oblivious to the unusual movements of his subordinates—they only needed the slightest bit of reward.
He would then believe it to be a miracle bestowed upon him by the Emperor, and thus follow the direction predetermined by Tzeentch, leading his followers step by step into the abyss.
"We have received a message from Holy Terra. Unfortunately, everything on Holy Terra has been hijacked by Kasgar."
“He has now branded us all as heretics and is preparing to send troops to wipe out the Emperor’s most loyal servants—how wicked.”
The pastor presiding over the ceremony preached angrily to his flock.
What blasphemy!
That Kaska is practically a minion of the Chaos God!
He actually chose to take drastic measures against them, against the emperor's most devout and loyal supporters!
"But......"
Right after the pastor finished speaking, a lost lamb raised its question.
"I heard he was a hero from ancient times, a hero who single-handedly turned the tide of the entire rebellion... How could he...?"
"No! That's not Casca, but a demon posing as a hero from the past!"
"Hero Kasgar is dead. The temples of Holy Terra now house nothing but demons in his likeness!"
Clearly, turning the tables is always incredibly useful – you don't even need to make up a story.
All you have to do is attribute everything you've done to the other person, and there will be those who can't see the truth who will choose to believe and follow you.
"He killed far too many humans in the name of his expedition! He even went so far as to kill orcs who had converted to the Emperor in order to suppress the Imperial Cult."
"His true nature is that of an evil demon. He seized the power that originally belonged to the High Lords Council of the Empire, proclaimed himself the King of the Forsaken, and drove away the Emperor's loyal follower, Van Dieel, out of fear!"
"He's also a lolicon! To show his affection for her, he even entrusted all the documents of Holy Terra to a little girl! How utterly depraved!"
Among countless lies, there is no need to distinguish between right and wrong.
All you need to do is throw it out, and everything will be in the hands of fate.
There is nowhere to hide.
"He doesn't even shower or brush his teeth!!!"
The pastor cried out in grief.
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"That being called the Emperor was nothing but a tyrant—everything he did was to complete his ascension to godhood, sacrificing all of humanity to make himself a god."
"He lied to you! He's just a thief trying to gain your trust!"
"Rebel against him, or you will all end up like those XXX he slaughtered, abandoned as expendable pawns after the expedition!"
Lies began to attack him from all angles he could not have foreseen, ever since he resolved to assemble a powerful force from Holy Terra.
A problem that cannot be falsified, a secret that cannot be explained to everyone, and a lie that does not exist at all.
They will shake everything and negate everything.
The truth of things is obscured by countless unknowable speculations and imaginations—making the original truth a distorted and corrupting entity, spreading corruption in the hearts of every doubter.
Perhaps this method cannot directly hinder the expedition like the demonic armies of Khorne or Nurgle, but the disaster it brings is no less than that of the former two Chaos Gods.
"But why don't you explain your strategy and use your plan and will to shatter those false rumors?"
His old friend asked the question.
It's a pity, of course he wanted to do that, but Tzeentch's lies worked because some people were willing to believe that it was the truth.
The world is still fertile ground for lies—those ignorant and fanatical followers who turn from one god to another; they are the soil that nourishes all lies.
"In any case, our future must not be decided by religious leaders."
This world has been corrupted for far too long; it needs a complete cleansing to heal the deep-seated ailments that have corrupted the sacred land of Terra.
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But what can he actually do?
In the instant he was surrounded by the great web of rebellion woven from lies, what was he thinking when his son, on whom he placed so much hope, broke through the very web on which he placed even greater hope?
Lies and deception made the eventual great rebellion inevitable.
He has failed, though not yet, but he can already see his fate.
He could see the final moment, which symbolized the end and death.
Those four faces lurking in the shadows, smirking at him.
One of the frontal images depicts the beak of a bird of lies, which is snickering at him from the shadows.
You cannot eliminate the suspicion in people's hearts.
Speculators might even become allies of Tzeentch, believing that the help of this chaotic god of evil will guide him to become a new powerful minister.
The most convincing lies never come from the mouth of a master of change.
Rather, it comes from themselves.
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Holy Land World [Dimanmar]
That guy named Casca is really wicked!
Faced with the pastor's tearful accusations, many uninformed listeners were filled with righteous indignation.
This evil fellow is clearly a demon in disguise—he used his insidious methods to gain the trust of the other high lords, ousting the great Van Diehl from Holy Terra. Only the most devout and loyal followers of the Emperor can cleanse Holy Terra of treacherous villains!
Let the loyal High Lord Vandir return to his position as High Lord, let the Imperial Church become the state religion of the human empire, and let the Emperor's light spread throughout the galaxy and to every corner of the human empire!
"but!"
"As believers of the Emperor, we must not allow such despicable demons to occupy Holy Terra. We, every single one of us, will reclaim our world from the hands of these demons!"
"it is good!!!"
"For the Emperor!!! For Him on Terra!"
"Reclaim our world! We will be invincible under His power!"
"A centaur, a gold ring!"
The pastor's sermon was met with enthusiastic applause from the crowd—for the Word Bearers, this level of incitement to rebellion was commonplace, something even a slightly clever Oglin could accomplish.
(A tribute to the legendary genius)
Under the manipulation of those posing as believers and Word Bearers, supplies donated by governors of various star sectors and traveling merchants were armed into the hands of the church's private soldiers.
They selected soldiers from the most fanatical Imperial Cult members and equipped them with superior weaponry, even weapons that many Astronautical Legions did not have access to.
In addition to fanatics, they also selected the most fervent followers of the Emperor from among the women to form a large and tenacious "Battle Sisters".
These fanatical madwomen had long since dedicated all their faith to the Emperor and the Imperial Church, and their fighting prowess was no less formidable.
With the blessing of faith, it is even possible to withstand the exorcism of the dead, resulting in a bizarre situation of an emperor version of "I think".
With the fanatics and the Battle Sisters' armed forces constantly expanding, and with well-disguised Word Bearers interspersed throughout various locations for cover...
To protect the emperor's precious assets, a large number of transport ships were converted into escort ships, and the Forge World was eager to take on shipbuilding orders from these wealthy tycoons.
With a steady stream of logistical supplies, a fleet, and a large number of fanatical, perpetually high-spirited cult soldiers, coupled with the proper guidance and training of the Word Bearers... such a massive Imperial Church fleet has gradually taken shape.