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Chapter 900 Let the Word Bearers Change Their Faith

The task was undertaken by the Ultramarines, whose forces were the most numerous. They were ordered by the Emperor to sail their warships to the homeworld of the Word Bearers.

As the fleet slowly entered orbit around the homeworld of the Word Bearers, the magnificent building known as the City of Perfection on the planet's surface became clearly visible, yet it appeared exceptionally fragile in the shadow of the Imperial fleet.

The next second, the warship's macro cannons slowly rose, and light spears flashing with scorching energy extended from the warship's side. The aiming coordinates of all weapons were precisely locked onto this perfect city that symbolized the faith of the Word Bearers. The cold metal and scorching energy outlined the harbinger of war in the silent universe.

In the end, the Word Bearers chose to submit, obeying the Emperor's orders to kneel outside the city and watch their holy land and faith be destroyed. There were also countless believers who refused to leave; they were the Emperor's fanatics, calmly accepting the destruction brought by the Emperor's messengers.

Hongpao roared first, and the huge cannonball tore through the atmosphere with a deafening roar as it slammed into the walls of the Perfect City. In an instant, the white walls, which were filled with praise for the emperor, cracked like glass struck by a boulder, with spiderweb-like fissures. Brilliant fragments flew out, drawing crystalline arcs in the air before turning to ashes in the flames of the explosion.

Immediately afterwards, the light spears, like streaks of golden lightning, pierced through the atmosphere and struck the magnificent temple in the city center with pinpoint accuracy. The temple, built with countless rare materials, collapsed under the impact of the energy, raising clouds of dust.

The Word Bearers knelt on the spot, watching helplessly as the holy land they had built with their devout faith and countless efforts was gradually reduced to ruins under the Emperor's command. The scorching flames burned the perfect city and also seared their hearts.

Thick smoke billowed up, obscuring the sky, and the air was filled with the acrid smell of burning matter—the smell of their faith, which was now slowly dissipating.

One of the Word Bearers reached out as if trying to grasp something, but all he got was the ashes remaining in his palm.

He raised his head, and his modified superhuman physique allowed him to clearly see the Imperial warships continuously bombarding the sky. Tears slowly streamed down his face as he murmured to himself.

Why would our God destroy our faith with his own hands?

These words struck the hearts of every believer like a hammer blow. The pain of death can be endured, and the blow of destruction can be resisted, but the collapse of faith is the most deadly blade, severing the strongest pillar in their hearts and bringing an emptiness more despairing than death.

They were not afraid of death. Even when facing enemies many times their number, the Word Bearers remained fearless, and even if they were to be shattered to pieces, their devotion to the Emperor never wavered.

They are not afraid of destruction; even if their homes are destroyed, as long as their faith remains, they can rebuild them.

But now, the one destroying their sacred land is the emperor they revered as a god; the one denying their faith is also the emperor they worshipped.
When Perfect City was reduced to ruins by gunfire, and the Ultramarines' warships left the planet, the buildings that once symbolized faith and glory were now nothing but broken walls and rubble.

The believers remained kneeling in place, maintaining their submissive posture, but their devout eyes were now empty, like soulless shells.

Their faith was destroyed along with their holy site. This pain was far more unbearable than being torn apart, and it planted a seed of resentment in their hearts.

When Green Dam and Benita found out, they sighed helplessly.

The emperor was too proud and too confident. He believed without question that he was right and would eventually succeed, so he didn't need anything to hinder his plans.

For example, he repeatedly reprimanded the Primarchs of the Word Bearers, believing that they were wasting too much time and energy on unnecessary things.

Moreover, he needs neither faith nor human worship; his sole purpose and requirement is to advance the Great Crusade in the most efficient way possible. However, the Primarch of the Word Bearers, Logar, is not a pure believer, for he worships not a god in his heart, but one stronger than himself.

To put it bluntly, Luo Jia suffers from severe dependence on the strong. If the strong do not allow him to flatter them, he will feel unbalanced and doubt whether the strong do not want to abandon him. The anxiety and emptiness will lead him to choose a new strong dominance to attach himself to.

The Emperor was well aware of the potential problems this would create, but as an immortal who had lived for 40,000 years and the strongest psychic among humans, he had the time and ability to clean up the mess.

The Emperor's confidence was precisely why Green Dam and Benita didn't remind him.

In fact, even if the two of them slapped the Warhammer novel in the Emperor's face, it wouldn't make a difference. The Warhammer world is not lacking in prophets. Conrad, who was driving himself crazy, and Sangilius, who was almost perfect, both had powerful psychic prophetic abilities, not to mention the Emperor, who was almost a perfect psychic.

But the emperor always believed he could save everything, which was frustrating.

In reality, neither the Emperor, nor Green Dam, nor Benita had any choice.

From the Ancient Ones distorting the laws of physics and the universe, to the Fear of Death destroying the laws and becoming the Star God, to the Eldar creating the warp god Slaanesh, and the Eye of Terror appearing in the real universe, everything has become irreversible, leaving only one path to ruin.

Rather than being burdened with worries, it's better to move forward with unparalleled confidence—that's the emperor's choice.

“Without the Emperor as their faith, the Word Bearers, who cannot live without faith, will inevitably become followers of the Four Gods, and they will become the source of corruption for the Empire, dragging other Space Marine legions into the abyss of depravity,” Green Dam said, frowning.

"The Word Bearers worship every warp god. What if they knew there were more than four warp gods in the warp, and that there was an even stronger god?" Benita suddenly spoke up. At this moment, she was not alone. Besides Batman, there was also Connor whispering, praising the great Chaos Walker, the Goddess of Chaos.

Green Dam was taken aback when it heard this, then thought about it and realized that it was indeed possible.

The Word Bearers are different from the other Fallen Ones. Other Legions choose to worship a warp god, just as the World Eater wields its blade against Khorne and the Thousand Sons sacrifice themselves to Tzeentch.

But the Word Bearers are different. They are like greedy scavengers. As long as it brings power, they will grab it without hesitation. Green Dam can even imagine the scene: the Word Bearers holding books engraved with the symbols of the Evil Goddess and Buddha Mother, praying to the supreme Evil Goddess and Buddha Mother on the altar.

“Those who cherish words will not refuse,” Green Dam said, taking a deep breath.

“For the Word Bearers, worshipping another powerful evil god is not a betrayal, but rather an expansion of their faith. Moreover, if the power of the Evil Goddess Mother can suppress the four gods, they might be the first to raise the Mother Mother's banner and storm into other Chaos Legions, forcing them to convert,” Benita said.

"There's no time to lose, let's see how the Evil Goddess Buddha Mother works." Although that's what they said, Green Dam and Benita were actually quite confident.

If it weren't for the fact that Slaanesh and his three primordial incarnations of the subspace, the Wicked Goddess would have killed them countless times already. Now, she is even more ruthless in snatching their chosen underlings, directly connecting to Loka's dream.

The other four gods have not yet corrupted their original bodies and lack powerful mediums, making it very difficult for them to intervene in the real universe. Green Dam and Benita are the alternate accounts of the Evil Goddess Buddha Mother, making it much easier for them to intervene in the real universe. They easily seized the initiative and made Lo Jia realize what an Outer God is above the Ancient Gods.

(End of this chapter)