Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Chapter 35 Are You Heretics? ? 14

Regarding the bishops' requests, Guilliman declined them without even thinking about it.

Now is not the time.

After meeting, when the time comes, how can we give these bishops a blow.

"Our meeting should only be on the planet Espandor, in front of the church with the strongest and most sacred emperor's faith. This meeting will be held under the witness of my father, not on my flagship."

Guilliman's voice echoed on many channels in the Espandor system, causing countless believers to cheer.

Guilliman's words represented their recognition.

The emperor's family believed that their faith was sacred, which made them extremely excited, feeling their blood rising, and their hearts seemed to be burning with a blazing flame.

The Lord of Ultramar must have been a faithful follower of his father as well.

He is the real spokesperson of the emperor, the most legitimate spokesperson of the state religion, and the embodiment of the emperor's will.

After hearing Guilliman's words, several bishops apologized for their recklessness, and personally used thorns and iron bars to beat their bodies as punishment for their arrogance and selfishness.

The Stormbird they took also joined Guilliman's fleet, heading for the star port of Espandor.

A grand ceremony is also being prepared.

Four hours later.

The surface of the planet Espandor, the largest city, the capital of faith.

Five giant horns made of gold made a sharp and rough sound.

The deafening horn echoed in the huge city full of incense and prayers, resounding through every corner, ensuring that every believer could hear clearly.

The sound of the trumpet announced the arrival of the Emperor's son, the Lord of Ultramar.

These golden horns were forged with donations from believers, and inscribed with countless scriptures.

Each horn weighs several tons, is placed in the fortified towers and castle walls, and is used only for the most important ceremonies.

The hoarse roar of the trumpets slowly died away, followed by the music of the Anglican band composed of countless believers.

Trumpets, trumpets, and drums came together to beat to the rhythm of the Emperor's poems composed by a musician of unrivaled genius.

A large group of flying objects surged out from various majestic temples amidst the sound of grand music.

Humming servo skulls, cherubs resembling human babies, genetic creations cloned from Mechanicus technology, and old priests sitting on anti-gravity preachers flew over the crowd.

They appeared in the smoke of incense, and the scented smoke was stirred into swirls by the gilded banners they carried.

More than a dozen different hymns were sung at the same time with various beautiful melodies, mixed with the cries of the priests exhorting the believers to respect the emperor.

Thousands of senior priests came out from their respective temples, some of them were floating, some were walking, some were crawling, some were riding mounts, and everyone's faces were full of fanaticism and excitement.

Their servants followed closely behind, singing the Emperor's Psalms together, in order to overwhelm their peers and prove that they were the most devout believers.

In the crowd, the automatic preaching machines were moving forward, and the mechanical arms supporting them kept making tinkling sounds.

Inside these machines are the brains of the most devout believers, after special processing and programming, they continue to work for the Emperor.

They use primitive loudspeakers to roar with religious language, encouraging people to devote their lives to the emperor piously.

Hunchbacked scatterers were scattered among the crowd, holding censers with rising smoke, singing sacred emperor poems.

On several luxurious parade cars, the bishop held a golden scepter, stood on the platform, and delivered a very fanatical speech.

The heavy parade car was pulled by a group of naked slaves, and the heavy iron chain seemed to overwhelm their sinful bodies.

The cathars beat those sinners who refused to work hard with whips, making them work harder to pull the cart.

The welcome ceremony was unprecedentedly grand.

Every believer is expressing the joy of the Primarch's arrival in his own way.

With the anti-aircraft shield of the planet Espandor closed, many warships equipped with weapons capable of destroying the world appeared in the dark atmosphere.

The huge Glory of Macragge is even more eye-catching.

A group of Stormbirds flew out of the huge battleship. They were all azure blue, and the edges of the wings were dotted with dark green, like the color of an ancient forest.

Behind the Stormbird is a landing fleet composed of Thunderhawks, troop carriers, and heavy gunboats.

They are neat and orderly, maintaining perfection, crossing the atmosphere, and entering the airport of the capital of faith.

Those troop carriers docked at the wide airport, and the sound of air currents even overwhelmed the cheers of believers.

Accompanied by the soft hiss of high-pressure gas, the troop carrier slowly opened the hatch.

Five hundred Space Marines in crested helmets stepped out of the cabin, capes flapping behind them.

They lined up in two files, bolt guns clutched, and stood on either side of the red-carpeted aisle, scanning around for any possible threat.

In the eyes of everyone's anticipation, a living god finally appeared in front of the world.

He was clad in armor of azure and bright gold, with a simple, practical white cloak flying behind his back.

In the center of the breastplate is the golden emblem of the Imperial double-headed eagle, and on the immaculate forehead is a crown of green laurel.

Countless believers burst into cheers following the appearance of this living god, like the waves of the sea, the momentum was majestic and deafening.

Guilliman smiled and waved to the crowd, eliciting wilder cheers from them.

He stepped onto the anti-gravity floating platform docked at the side, and walked along the wide avenue covered with red carpets.

Amid the cheers, Guilliman and his party arrived in front of the largest church in Espandor.

Up to hundreds of kilometers high, the sculpture of the emperor piercing through the atmosphere stands on the huge square in front of the church.

The bishops were at the door of the church, waiting for the Primarch.

When he got down from the suspended platform, they walked up one by one and saluted to show their respect.

"Such a ceremony is really grand."

Guilliman looked at the bishops and said with a smile.

He knew that the state religion was very rich. After all, it was the only designated religion in the empire and could collect religious tithes.

But along the way, Guilliman was still surprised by the wealth of the state religion.

The decoration and daily consumption of those churches are enough to support a large army.

This is just a missionary planet. Counting other church planets, I am afraid that they can support an army strong enough to sweep the aliens.

"In order to promote the glory of the emperor, some waste is necessary." A bishop stood up and explained respectfully.

"Very well, if the Emperor wakes up and sees your piousness, I'm afraid he will be very pleased." Guilliman said with a smile that he would be slapped on the spot by the Emperor.

What the emperor hated most in his life was religion, and he wished he could tie all his sticks to the stake.

In the early stage of the Great Crusade, wherever the emperor went, even the ant nests in the temples had to be poured with boiling water. One can imagine what kind of attitude the emperor had towards religion.

Back then, Lorgar only built a city of faith, and he was forced to kneel down on one knee to admit his mistakes as a Primarch, and the city of faith was directly burned to ruins.

The current state religion is much crazier than Lorgar. The emperor of the Great Crusade traveled to this era, and he might be the first to uphold the state religion.

Hearing Guilliman's words, several bishops looked excited and their bodies were trembling.

To be recognized by the Emperor's Children is definitely beneficial to the state religion.

Before these guys could finish their excitement, Guilliman's words changed, and his tone was raised a lot.

"However, you are pious, but you don't fully understand my father's original intention, and even distort my father's original intention. I can't help but feel confused. I want to know whether you are being deceived by others, or that you are heretics."

After Guilliman finished speaking, he put his hand on the Emperor's Sword.

This is an absolute manifestation of the Emperor's will, and it also demonstrates Guilliman's identity, the emperor's son.

The faces of the bishops, who were flushed with excitement, turned pale in an instant.

Some of them were so frightened that their legs went limp and they fell limply on the ground.

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