Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 118 107. The Church and False Confessions
Hades, holding a bolter, walked in the middle of the large group.

With the experience of last time, and the cataracts further cleared the road obstacles to facilitate the entry of larger scientific research devices, the journey this time was obviously much faster.

Soon they crossed the village they visited last time and headed towards the city.

The dense forest is very quiet, and the animals here don't seem to like to bark very much. Except for the cathars who have been making the servo skulls sing mechanical hymns in 360 degrees without dead ends, there is no other sound here.

Soon, the first building appeared before their eyes.

This is a simple small church, black is his main color, and simple green lines outline it.

Hades walked in, looked left and right.

Some prayers were engraved on the stone dais, and Hades quickly translated the contents.

[God's blessings are boundless, protecting one side's water and soil well-being. ]
[The god of selflessness, protect me forever and ever, and keep me away from the hesitation of disorder. ]
[When endure ■■■]
The back was crossed out with something like a sword, so I couldn't see what it was.

But Hades can roughly infer that it is nothing more than a cliché for believers to donate money and dedication.

Since Hades assumed that the religion here worshiped the black stone obelisk of the Necrons, he was less curious about these strange religions.

Although he was very curious why the people here would choose to worship a device left by a foreign race as their belief.

but.
Hades looked towards the high place in the center of the church, and a statue of a god who was entangled in vines and shed tears came to life.

Sunlight pours from the gorgeous stained glass and sprinkles on the pure black sculpture, casting a gorgeous veil on it.

The tear near the corner of God's eye was about to drop, as if lamenting the insignificance and ignorance of all living beings.

The outstretched arms seemed to be trying to grab the sons who were in time to save.

If a Holy Blood Angel or the Emperor's Children were here, they would definitely admire the superb and exquisite attainments of this civilization in religious art, but it is a pity that the art craftsmen of this civilization have long since passed away.

But standing here is an old Babarus farmer, the strongest engineering student from Mars.

Hades glanced at the sculpture.

What, the Necromancer doesn't look like this!

past.

The white-haired woman stood quietly under the bishop's platform, silently looking at the opposite figure.

Colorful rays of light sprinkled on her body, and the gorgeous rays of light covered the woman with a chaotic holy garment.

The bishop opposite her was against the light, and dark shadows enveloped him.

"Come back, child."

Bishop Mazel in front of Ribo sighed,
"You are the first holy son in the prophecy, you can walk in the realm of the gods without punishment."

"all fake."

Ruibo opened his mouth and directly denied all of this,
"You call yourself a god with a device that damages human souls, and let everyone be destroyed in the harm position emitted by this device."

"Is it difficult to accept the reality? You must support your status with the rumors that have been handed down from ancient times and are completely nonsense."

"Child, you are still young and can't understand all this."

"All men are sinful, swallowed up by desire."

"But God chose to forgive. Our ancestors descended on Noah's Ark and lived in peace under the protection of God's Domain."

"You shouldn't be obsessed with desire, child."

"Just gibberish empty words."

Ribo looked at Bishop Mazel coldly,
"You can't explain the so-called God's Domain at all, so you deceive the world under the cover of religion and make everyone suffer!"

"Stupid, ridiculous!"

Seeing that the other party just refuted with scriptures blindly, Ruibo knew that the refutation was meaningless.
"I will reveal the truth to you and let you know that your religion is a lie!"

After Ruibo finished speaking, she turned her head and walked away without any regrets. After a while, she was picked up by the partner who greeted her outside.

Bishop Mazel stood where he was, but his eyes were full of regret and hesitation.

"My child, if you really tell us the truth. Of course I. Will choose your path."

Standing on the bulletin board, the high-ranking bishop went down and sat dejectedly on the rows of wooden chairs below.

The statue of the god on the top of the church looks at his devotees.

Why doesn't he want to know the truth?
If God loves the world, why does he let them continue to suffer amidst their generations of repentance and self-blame?
The evidence that the child presented became more and more detailed. Human beings do not only exist here, but in another place, human souls and spirits exist in other forms.

And God's Domain is actually an existence that destroys the soul and spirit of human beings.

Mazel silently picked up the obelisk-shaped necklace and pressed him to his forehead.

God, forgive me for crossing the line.

He let them go.

Unbeknownst to Mazel, however, truth is often accompanied by disaster.

Endurance.

Calastephon sat in his personal lounge, closed his eyes and meditated.

This was supposed to be a meditation that could make him feel peaceful, but at this moment, he felt extremely irritable.

You should go to Mortarion, you know, Karas.

Obviously, it was originally agreed upon by the three of you, but both of them abandoned you.

"Do not."

Callas grunted.

Mortarion was far away from them both, as he had been on Barbarus.

Callastephon had been trying to keep up with Mortarion, but Mortarion was running too fast.

He was born to be God's favorite.

There is no such thing as a lie that all three of them are freaks, some people are just so outstanding that they are out of place.

After realizing that he could not surpass Mortarion, or even stand by Mortarion, Kalastephon was depressed for a long time.

But when the empire arrived, Karas, who knew Mortarion's true identity, felt a burst of relief.

Yes, that's it, no wonder, everything has an explanation.

Callastephon thought darkly that, though he was doomed not to follow Mortarion's footsteps, Hades was at least in line with himself.

That was different from Calastephon, another monster.

Callas knew that he was a descendant of aliens and humans, so he was discriminated against.

But apart from his identity, everyone recognized his ability.

Karas also successfully became the leader of the last main force of Barbarus.

And Hades?

He was still excluded from the crowd, like a lonely ghost, wandering in the wilderness.

Whenever Kalastephon knew he was no match for Mortarion, he would always poke Hades secretly.

Something soothes the dark corners of my heart.

He knew it was... not right.

But he couldn't restrain the thoughts that gradually slipped into the abyss of chaos.

Later, Callas found out he was wrong.

The vigorous figure on the duel cage, the strong and powerful fight
It turned out that he was always at the end.

what.

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