This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 156 We are serious!
The Cathedral of the Holy Word, one of the landmark buildings of the Opt Galaxy, stands majestically in the center of the galaxy and is the seat of the Saint Exosus sect.

This sect is dedicated to spreading the Emperor's voice into the void, blessing those humans who dedicate themselves to the Emperor and the void, and following their footsteps to those wild lands that have never been illuminated by the Emperor's light.

Karna is standing in the large square outside the sanctuary. The spacious space here was originally a place for charity and processions, but now it has been transformed into a relief site.

The long line almost filled the square, ceremonial cheers were heard continuously, and servo skulls covered with sacred marks were flying everywhere, constantly pouring holy water on the people in the long line.

The line was very long. In addition to the imperial nobles, parish staff, and ordinary imperial residents, there were also countless pilgrims.

These pilgrims may have arrived in the Optur system years ago, but the pilgrimage procession never ends.

These devout believers often had to rely on occasional handouts from the state church and work for several years in the mining union before they could even have the opportunity to visit church.

Today, they are lucky.

Under the scrutiny of the church militia, countless believers craned their necks, wanting to catch a glimpse of the face of the saint surrounded by nuns and Blood Angels.

As they noticed the tall, magnificent angel, their breathing quickened, their fingers clutching the Holy Symbol on their chests, as if this would bring them closer to the Emperor's grace.

One day the Emperor commanded Saint Elias: "Saint Elias, if you truly obey my command, bring your kin to the Mount of Baal and offer their death to me."

Sanjarles did not understand why the Emperor did this, and he did not want to abandon his blood relatives.

But Sanjares was loyal to the Emperor and was determined to do exactly what He commanded.

Just as he took Karna to the top of the mountain as ordered by the Emperor, he was about to kill his own blood relative.

The Emperor said, "Saintly, I understand your intentions. You are willing to sacrifice your life for me. You truly trust me to this extent. Now, let your brother go."

Karna was carried down, and Saint Jeremiah looked up and saw an evil sharp horn stuck in the rock wall, unable to move.

Saint Jeremiah then killed the evil spirit and offered it on the altar as a replacement for Karna.

"Our lives are all given by the Emperor, and we can only express our gratitude by resisting evil."

A planetary defense soldier retreated reverently.

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How come you missionaries haven't changed in 40,000 years?

Karna had heard countless versions of his own story.

Many times he felt helpless about these illogical and false lies, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

Because this is missionary work. It doesn’t matter whether the story is true or not. What matters most is whether people can identify with it, whether it can raise a glorious enough banner, and whether people can accept the ideas it conveys.

And if it weren't for the strong request of Dante, Septaus and others, Saint Gilles would be his father in the story.

Isn’t Jesus just an emperor in disguise? He was also betrayed by his disciples. It gives you a sense of déjà vu at first glance.

"Ah~"

You three are enjoying fighting, working, and R&D, but I'm left here to deal with these.

With a perfect smile still on his face, Karna paid attention to the order in the assistance area and sighed silently in his heart.

It's fine if he brings angels for nothing, but now after the fight he has to accompany the Anglican nuns to the local sanctuary, just like an idol attending a press conference.

He felt that he had paid a lot to be a good vase.

The angel offspring were quite happy, accompanied by the archangel.

These Astartes, with the blood of Sanguine Violet flowing through their veins, were natural honor guards. Their mere presence was more effective than even months of training for the Ultramarines. The artwork presented to the church and the nobility, telling the story of Sanguine Violet and Karna, was meticulously crafted with unprecedented passion, as if it weren't a single artistic creation, but rather part of a grand epic.

As for the propaganda activities they are currently carrying out, they can be simply understood as church donations, which is a common way for state religions to expand their beliefs.

The state religion also holds similar activities on the planets they participate in governing, providing free food and baptism to pilgrims and low-level laborers. A few lucky ones can even enter the glittering golden church and live there as volunteers.

Simply because of productivity and the fact that Astartes can participate in population organization, the expeditionary fleet can benefit more people.

Karna's gaze rested on the miners.

Two pale holes were worn out at the knees of the overalls, revealing the purple and hardened skin underneath.

The belt of the mining lamp left a dark brown groove on his neck, like a dead snake.

Karna's gaze narrowed slightly—many of the people's eyes were covered with gray film, which was the flying dust revealed during the mining of a special mineral on the planet Opto, forming snow on the surface of the eyeballs that never melted.

The expedition fleet collected many types of medicines along the way, which could be distributed to these low-income groups. However, even if they were all cured now, they would return to their current state within five years.

The time travelers are all well aware that nothing they do will last long until the underlying logic of this world is corrected.

After they left, when the people in the parish discovered that the time travelers were no longer watching this place, perhaps everything would return to the way it was, or even worse than before.

But it's better than doing nothing.

Karna sighed softly, tilted his head slightly, and looked across the crowd to the bishops. Their robes swayed gently in the breeze, and the golden embroidery sparkled in the sunlight.

Beside them were two invincible iron guards who were recording various data.

Data from such large-scale population gatherings is also very important. Romulus is also working on a similar model, so the data needs to be passed to him.

Karna tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, glanced at the data terminal, and scanned the densely packed crowd in the square, secretly assessing the scale and efficiency of this rally.

Apart from the hive worlds, the Empire's planetary-level mobilization capabilities are still very reliable. The officials of the Ministry of the Interior and the followers of the state religion are of good standard and are very valuable for reference.

It's just limited by communication problems. As long as it involves the governance of multiple planets, it will start to get bad.

Let's not talk about whether the governor of the star zone will suddenly go crazy and decide to make an effort, studying the information from the past, present and future and starting to issue orders, making the environment of the star zone a mess.

The Ministry of Justice's random collection of taxes at random times, places, and amounts is enough to make every planet miserable.

Many thriving planets fell into an abyss from which they could never climb out, simply because of a tax collection ship from the Ministry of Justice.

As for why everyone is concerned about governance, isn’t the Astartes’ recruitment planet a special tax-free planet?

Karna's gaze turned to the bishops again. Their faces still had pious and solemn expressions, as if they were unaware of all this.

Can one or even several star regions be spared?
No matter how insect-like the High Lord is, he will not turn a blind eye to such an act of dividing the land and challenging the bottom line.

The time travelers do not want to conflict with the empire at the moment. In the next 250 years, major events will happen one after another, and even the huge empire will be stretched to its limits by then. If a civil war breaks out now, all parties involved will surely be delighted.

So they have to visit these planets, collect data, make models, and develop plans.
By then, we will have more references for governing the star zone, and will avoid making a fool of ourselves and messing up our work.

It's not like people just think, "Hey, I have an idea."

Karna controlled his posture and carefully recalled Arabella's training, striving to allow everyone to witness his brilliance.

They want to create a new human empire—

They are all very serious!
(End of this chapter)