Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 1787 1788 God's Favor

On the battlefield dyed golden by the setting sun, but faintly revealing a bit of solemnity and uneasiness, an old man in a simple robe, with a kind and determined face, holding a book, slowly walked in front of the soldiers who were about to embark on the journey. His pace was neither fast nor slow, and every step seemed to step on the hearts of every soldier, bringing an indescribable tranquility and strength.

“My children,” he began. His voice was warm and deep, like a ray of sunshine in winter, penetrating the cold wind and shining into everyone’s heart. “At this fateful moment, we gather here. It is God’s will for us! God has granted us happiness, and we respond to Him with piety!”

He looked around, his eyes full of love and pride for these young lives. Some of them had firm eyes and were fearless, while others could hardly hide their nervousness and anxiety, but all of them straightened their backs and prepared to meet the upcoming challenges. The old clergyman knew that this was not just a physical battle, but also a test of the soul, a contest of courage and faith.

"Remember, brave warriors of the Tang Empire, the steel guns in your hands are not just cold weapons, they are the extension of justice and courage in your hearts. When you face the enemy, please let your love for the empire and your trust in God become your strongest armor, and let your unwavering loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor become your sharpest sword." He prayed slowly for everyone, and his kind voice comforted everyone present: "True victory does not lie in killing and conquering on the battlefield, but in whether we can hold on to the innocence and kindness in our hearts and not let hatred and fear erode our souls."

He paused, his eyes became softer, as if he could see into everyone's inner struggle and desire. "I know that the road ahead is full of unknowns and dangers, but please believe that no matter how long the night is, dawn will eventually come. In your distant homeland, countless eyes are watching you, and countless people are praying for you! Every effort you make, every sacrifice you make, every victory you make... will turn into light that illuminates the darkness, leading our homeland and the great empire to the final victory."

The old man in a white robe slowly stretched out his hands, as if sketching beautiful pictures in the air. "Imagine, when the war is over and the smoke has dissipated, we will step on this familiar land again, the sun will shine on the earth, children will play in the fields, and the elderly will enjoy their old age under the shade of trees. What a wonderful scene it will be! The world will become a whole, and everyone will bathe in the sunshine of the empire like you. People will enjoy happiness and feel everything you feel! And all of this requires us to fight for and pursue. So, please take a brave step forward for the future that is worth our struggle."

His words were like a warm current, flowing slowly into everyone's heart, awakening the courage and determination deep in their hearts.

The soldiers in camouflage uniforms standing in front of him had determination and hope in their eyes. They knew that they were not just fighting for a battle, but fighting for the whole world to become better under the sunshine of the empire.

Finally, the clergy gently closed their eyes, clasped their hands together, and sent the most sincere blessings to these warriors who were about to embark on the journey: "May the gods bless you, keep you sober and wise in the battle, and do not lose courage and hope in difficult situations. May you return safely, with the glory of victory, and reunite with your loved ones... Long live the great emperor."

As his words fell, the entire camp seemed to be enveloped by an invisible force, and the soldiers' hearts were filled with unprecedented strength and faith. They loved their emperor and regarded him as a god in their hearts.

After all, despite countless prayers in the past, God had not given them a better future, but their emperor gave them everything.

Their families are now extremely happy, and they who never controlled their own destiny now finally have the courage to face the future. Every household has a farmland to cultivate, their brothers and sisters are eligible to go to school, and they also have the opportunity to become workers, technicians, engineers, and officials.

Therefore, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, they will fight for their emperor, even at the cost of their lives. They have their own belief, that is, to fight to the end for the emperor! As long as they are loyal enough, nothing can stop them from moving forward.

After the clergy finished praying, all the soldiers began to shout in unison. The sound echoed in the empty camp, full of strength and determination: "Long live our emperor! Long live the Tang Dynasty! Long live the empire! Unify the world! The Tang Empire is invincible!"

These oaths resounded through the sky like thunder. These soldiers had their most devout belief. The person, or god, they believed in was the emperor of the Tang Empire.

The clergyman smiled and opened his eyes, his eyes sparkling with relief and pride. He nodded slowly, as if to encourage these young lives: "Gods above, children, with loyalty to His Majesty and piety to God, face everything bravely."

"Remember, no matter where you are, no matter how great the difficulties you encounter, never forget that His Majesty the Emperor is with you. Everything you are doing now is to liberate the world. You are the messengers of hope and the transmitters of light. Every step you take is to make the world a better place."

As he finished speaking, the officer standing by announced the order to disband. They often performed this kind of prayer, because in the Tang Empire, believing in gods was actually a common phenomenon.

In the minds of most people, the gods actually include their most beloved emperor, Tang Mo. This emperor is the great "God of Health", "God of Technology", "God of Wealth"... He is the incarnation of God in the world, the shadow of the greatest father of gods projected on the earth, and the fragment of God's will in the world.

Looking at the soldiers leaving in twos and threes, the old man who had worked in the temple all his life whispered softly: "May the wind guide your path, and may the stars illuminate your darkness. When you are tired, please look up at the sky, and remember, no matter how far away you are, God is looking down on you and protecting you forever."

"We have to hurry to the next camp, Mr. High Priest." The attendant walked up to the old man and reminded him in a low voice. The old man nodded slightly and followed him to the Mengshi car whose door was already opened not far away.

The officers who stayed behind stood at attention and saluted the car. They always respected the priests who prayed devoutly for the soldiers, because these priests firmly believed that the emperor, to whom the army was loyal, was the only God.

The Tang Empire was not against religion, because the most popular religion in the Tang Empire had always been promoting the personal cult of Emperor Tang Mo.

These people who always said that the emperor was a real god and the incarnation of God on earth built huge and exaggerated temples in the territory of the Tang Empire. They set up statues of the emperor of the Tang Empire in the temples and worshiped them.

The believers are even more exaggerated, because no matter what their hopes are, they can pray to His Majesty the Emperor: His Majesty the Emperor has amazing wealth, so he represents the God of Wealth; His Majesty the Emperor promotes the advancement of medical technology, so His Majesty the Emperor is the God of Health; His Majesty the Emperor can design weapons and equipment, so His Majesty the Emperor is the God of War; His Majesty the Emperor invented computers... so His Majesty the Emperor is the God of Games.

Anyway, no matter what kind of messy beliefs, even if he is the first generation of the second dimension in the world, young people still worship the emperor as a god. Not going well at work? Pray to His Majesty the Emperor! Not good at farming? Pray to His Majesty the Emperor! Not good at playing games? Pray to His Majesty the Emperor!

In fact, the people of the Tang Empire had long lost control of their worship of the Emperor. They had long regarded Chang'an as a holy place and Emperor Tang Mo as a true god.

Because God always brings happiness to people, what could not be obtained by praying to God was actually achieved by the Tang Empire: they finally had enough food to eat, warm clothes to wear, a house to shelter from the wind and rain, and finally a prosperous life.

The masses, a group of people, are actually the simplest and most reasonable: as long as their lives are getting better and better, they will live their lives peacefully. If someone does not allow them to enjoy such a life, they will burst out with the most terrifying power in the world.

Now that the Tang Empire has given them hope and allowed them to live a good life, the people of the Tang Empire will destroy anyone who is its enemy. If the Tang Empire wants to conquer the world, they will help it to conquer the world.

After the phenomenon of personal worship of Tang Mo began to emerge in the area controlled by the Tang Dynasty Group, he did not take any action to restrict it. Instead, he used this worship to strengthen his control over personal will.

He also made full use of his intelligence and arranged something called the Inquisition within the religious organization - he directly took the name of this thing, but its function was completely different.

It is a "Dang organization" within a religion, which is only responsible for supervising the loyalty of religious personnel to His Majesty the Emperor. Religious personnel are not allowed to question any decision of His Majesty the Emperor. Any decision of His Majesty the Emperor is the will of God and cannot be interfered with.

In order to prevent the imperial power from becoming completely uncontrollable in the future, Tang Mo formulated a system that prohibited clergy from participating in imperial politics.

To put it bluntly, if you want to be a prime minister or a minister, don't touch religion. If you want to be a pope or a priest, then just enjoy the glory of God.

In this way, the phenomenon of "the emperor's words are golden and cannot be questioned by ministers" can be avoided, and the problem of religion interfering in politics can also be avoided.

  The emperor cannot believe in religion, which is also a rule set by Tang Mo. His reason is very simple: since the emperor is the projection of God on earth, how can God believe in himself?

Correspondingly, clergy received a certain degree of support within the Tang Empire, such as the privilege of developing believers with the tacit approval of ruling officials.

In the bumpy car, the young priest carefully helped the old man adjust the air-conditioning speed so that the man in his seventies would not feel cold.

The back of the old man's hand was covered with wrinkles due to his weight loss. His fingers were very thin, and he wore a ring on them that did not look expensive.

"Teacher, just leave this kind of thing to us. How can your body withstand the bumpy journey?" Seeing the old man's tired look, the young man said softly.

"I am preaching for my faith. This is the happiest time for a believer like me. How can it be hard? I am enjoying every minute and every second of this time..." The old man showed a happy smile on his tired face: "Do you feel tired from breathing?"

"I understand, teacher." The young priest lowered his head slightly and looked devoutly at the beautifully bound "Miracle" in his arms.

It is a trace left by God in the world, or a mythical version of the miraculous rise of the Tang Empire. In this book, everyone feels the call of God, gathers around God, and finally builds a "kingdom of God" where everyone can feel happy.

  It is precisely because of the name of the Kingdom of God that most of the clergy of the Tang Dynasty are full of hostility towards that shitty Mirage Kingdom: What the hell have you done to deserve to use the homophonic name of the Empire?

"You have to remember that what we are doing is part of God's will. And it is a very small part. This is our duty and our destiny. We cannot overstep our bounds, we cannot slack off, we cannot make mistakes, we cannot stop..." As he spoke, he closed his eyes and his voice became smaller and smaller: "Those soldiers are essentially the same as us. They are also dedicating their lives to God's cause. So they are our brothers and sisters, and we are their mouths, tongues and ears. We are one, so I would rather do something for these people who are equally loyal to Your Majesty, and we should do something for them..."

The young priest adjusted his breathing. Not daring to disturb the sleeping old man, he could only adjust the air conditioning in the back seat of the car to the minimum.

They are the most humble group of people, because the gods they serve can really call the wind and rain in this world; they are also the most powerful group of people, because the gods they serve can really stir up blood and rain in this world.

If they are wrong, then God will really punish them and make them fall into eternal damnation; but if they are on the right path, then God can really make them speak the law and follow the law.

So the young priest hugged the "Miracle" tightly in his arms and prayed more devoutly: he hoped that God could lead the Tang Empire to victory, that he could always be bathed in God's light, that the world could be unified as soon as possible, and that the war could end soon.