I am a green-skinned master

They will be put into the camp after they have undergone a physical examination and disinfection to ensure that there are no problems. What awaits them is a new arrangement, including food, shelter, new screening and training.

The number of Pecos' expeditionary force alone is definitely not enough to compete with the greenskins, so a large number of refugees will need to take up arms and fight the greenskins.

The refugees who survived the disaster had fatigue in their eyes, and they just wanted to get to a safe place and have a good rest.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man looked up and saw Pex chatting with the officers who were sweeping the convoy. His eyes widened and his emotions broke down uncontrollably.

He walked out of the crowd and rushed towards Pex. As he ran, he shouted: "Angel! Commander Pex, you are the Emperor's angel. Thank you for saving us from the aliens!"

The man passed through the crowd but was stopped by the guards. They were not sure of the man's purpose, but to protect the commander they had to stop the man and drive him away.

Pex, who was discussing military affairs with his men, pressed his hands downwards, indicating that the discussion was temporarily suspended.

He walked up to the man and said solemnly: "I am not an angel of the Empire. Those powerful Astartes are far away. They cannot save us. Only mortals themselves can save mortals."

Chapter 98: Imperial State Religion

The man seemed to be a devout believer in the Emperor. He admired Pex very much, but Pex's words made him confused.

"Relying on mortals themselves? This...how can this be done?" the man said in despair.

"Our city has a lot of planetary guards. They are real guards, not newly formed militias. They have tanks, artillery, and heavy machine guns. They are all strong and well-trained..."

"That night, when the green monsters started to attack the city, I wasn't very scared. I felt that in the face of machine guns, tanks and artillery, those monsters armed only with cold weapons would not be a match."

It seemed as if the memories had put the man into a nightmare, and he held his head in pain.

"Out of curiosity, I climbed to the roof to see how those green monsters were defeated and slaughtered. It was... indeed a massacre, but the targets were the planetary guards..."

"That scene was horrible. I saw a shell explode in a group of green monsters. Many of them were knocked down, but more than half of them were able to stand up..."

"An orc holding a machete and holding an iron plate rushed into the defense army's position. The machete in his hand was so rough, so deformed... so scary."

"That was the first time I saw a person die. He died so easily, just like a rag that would rot if touched... Such a monster was too terrifying. It was not something that mortals could contend with."

"So, I fled overnight, desperately trying to survive. On the way, I saw more green monsters. They were so scary... Only the Emperor's angels could fight against them, like you."

The man desperately stretched out his hand to Pex. As long as Pex admitted that he was the Emperor's angel, the man would believe that it was the truth and obey his orders.

“…” Pex looked at the man seriously and repeated: “I am not the Emperor’s angel, but… in this difficult era, faith is indeed very important.

You go down and rest first. I will lead you to a mass in the church later. By then, with the help of faith, you will feel much better mentally. "

After saying that, Pex turned around and stopped talking to the man.

The man lowered his head and thought about what Pecks said, then shouted: "I will go to the church! Commander Pecks! I will wait for you in the church!"

The man was then pushed back into the team. His actions aroused the curiosity of many refugees, who also wanted to see what it would be like to attend a mass presided over by the galaxy commander.

Returning to his officers, Pex asked, "How's the raid going lately?"

"It's becoming increasingly difficult. The greenskins have become aware of our presence, and surprise attacks have become difficult. There are also fewer and fewer refugees we can find." An officer replied.

"Yes, fighting will attract greenskins, and there are many small groups of greenskins roaming around Stone Ridge. Many contact battles have occurred in lakes and swamps, and we have wiped out all the greenskins. The soldiers are all very brave, especially those who have just joined the army, who are willing to fight to the death." said another officer.

"Has the battlefield been cleaned up?" Aftermath has always been a concern for Pex.

"It's all right. The soldiers cooperated very well and burned all the greenskin bodies in a centralized manner. The soil on the land where they died was also dug up and burned three times in total, and each burning lasted 10 minutes. I wouldn't say 98%, but more than % of the greenskin spores should have been burned to death." The first officer answered.

Pex nodded. He was quite satisfied with his work. The incineration effect of 98% was already very good. The greenskin spores were very tenacious. It was impossible to kill them all at once. In the later stage, long-term testing and multiple incineration were necessary.

"That's right. Cleaning the battlefield like this every time consumes a lot of fuel. What limits our combat capabilities is not the ammunition, but the fuel used to clean the battlefield." The second officer expressed his concern.

"Regarding the fuel problem, I will seek help from Governor Cornwall, and... Political Commissar Keister..." Thinking of Keisterpex's rare hesitation, he was still a little afraid of this determined political commissar.

"By the way, how is the 'Idea' in the team?" Pex asked a strange question.

The two officers looked at each other, with an indescribable weirdness in their eyes.

"He was unlucky. When he was leading his troops to charge, he was accidentally hit by an orc's spear and died on the battlefield." The first officer said sinisterly.

"The battle was too intense. Such casualties are normal. Anything can happen when fighting with the green-skinned orcs." The second officer explained hurriedly.

"..." Pex was a little unhappy. "Don't be so direct next time. Pay more attention and monitor him. Only take action when he finds something. The death rate of Kester's men is too high and it is very eye-catching."

"Okay, Patriarch, we will pay attention." The two officers bowed respectfully to Pex.

It was necessary to be cautious now. The strength of the cult was not strong enough, but it was only a matter of time before it was exposed. The most urgent thing was to gather people and accumulate strength as soon as possible. Pex had already thought about how to conduct the evening mass.

When talking about mass, we cannot leave out the official and only faith of the human empire, the Imperial Religion. This sect is very simple to explain, it is to worship the Emperor as a god.

This is actually in great conflict with the Emperor's own philosophy. The philosophy supported by the Emperor is Imperial Truth, which advocates rationality and science and opposes religion that confuses humanity.

What the Empire's state religion does is to overthrow the Emperor's ideals in the name of the Emperor.

Strictly speaking, is the state religion wrong? No, if there were no state religion, it is hard to say what the human empire would be like now. It might even be worse.

The Emperor of Mankind was seriously injured and sat on the Golden Throne, and the Empire of Mankind was technically dead. There was no new one who could replace the Emperor and rule the Empire.

Facing aliens, evil gods of the subspace, internal rebellion, and the extreme division of human culture and race in various worlds due to the vast territory.

Without the Emperor, all humans need a belief to unite them. Therefore, the Emperor cannot die, he can only be a god, a being that must exist.

The state religion has shaped such a concept and has become the bond of human unity. To be honest, the Emperor, as a "god" who loves humans, really blesses humans.

Some people, because of their devout belief in the Emperor, have become immortal living saints. Living saints are immortal, and even if they are defeated or killed by aliens, they can be resurrected and continue to fight for the Emperor and humanity.

This concept is simply the great devil under the command of the four evil gods. In the final analysis, what the state religion says is true. To some extent, the emperor is already a true god.

Chapter 99 New Faith

To ordinary humans, Space Marines and Astartes are not just powerful beings who defend the empire from various aliens.

Similarly, in the religious field, they are also regarded as the angels of the Emperor. After all, their number is too small, and they only fight key battles in the Empire. Ordinary people may never see them in their lifetime.

Many people have only heard of them in religious texts, so many ordinary people also believe in them.

"The Emperor has too few angels, and there are too many aliens to be eliminated. As citizens of the Empire and devout believers of the Emperor, we should not turn our own destiny into a burden on the angels."

Pex was wearing clothes similar to those of a priest of the Imperial Church. Of course, it was only similar, and there were many weird and strange details, such as - four arms.

"Mortals have their own powers. Mortals can also save themselves and show their piety to the God-Emperor through their actions. Only in this way can we be with the God-Emperor after we die and become one with the great Him."

What Pekos said was very different from the propaganda of the Empire's state religion. The state religion monopolized the Empire's cultural system, promoting the holiness and greatness of the Emperor. Most of the Empire's holidays were religious holidays.

The state religion can only say that sincere faith can allow people to return to the Golden Throne after death, but it does not say that the Emperor can merge with the souls of ordinary people. The Emperor is a sacred human god, how can he merge with the souls of ordinary people?

Sure enough, in the church, many refugees showed confused and even panicked expressions. The reason why no one stood up and slammed the table was because the fanatical state religion elements had been cleared out long ago.

"My Lord... Is it disrespectful to the Emperor to say this? How can mortals like us be compared with the great Emperor and be called a part of Him?"

The state religion is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in the empire. After all, ordinary people have basically no cultural life. Apart from devout beliefs, listening to music and drinking, other cultural life basically does not exist.

Even most of the stories are religious stories, telling the story of the Emperor leading his loyal Ashtar to fight in the galaxy.

Going online? How could that be possible? That was a happy life only available in the 2K era. Reading pornographic books and browsing impure content in this era is likely to have serious consequences.

Either corrupted by the Warp, or cleansed by the Imperium.

This has led to a cautious character in the characters of most imperial people. After all, those who are bold will either become heretics or traitors, or be killed as heretics or traitors.

"Of course you can. Mortals should not underestimate themselves. Each of us has great power. Whether we can use this power depends on our own consciousness." Pex spread his hands like a loving father.

"Perhaps, you will say that you are mortals, ordinary people. Your strength, physique, and training are too weak compared to those of the Astartes, the Astra Militarum, and so on."

"Yes...Sir, we are so weak, why do you say we are strong?" a woman said tremblingly.

"Because there are so many of us! We are the largest group, we are the cornerstone and flesh and blood of the Empire. The Galaxy Guards, Astra Militarum, and Space Marines were all ordinary people before they became powerful.

They are among us, and we don’t need to look up to them.”

In the church, the refugees exclaimed in amazement, the buzz of their discussion sounded like the noisiest vegetable market, and their long-formed cognition made it difficult for them to accept Pex's words in the short term.

"All people are equal. You are not the untouchables in the eyes of the nobles, and I am not a master. We are a group of seemingly weak mortals, but when we unite together, we can gather an extremely powerful force." Pex's words became more and more misleading and inflammatory.

The phrase "everyone is equal" has further impacted the refugees' values. The nobles are natural rulers. They are born to work in factories and fields and pay taxes to the nobles.

Isn't this also the case with the rule of the empire? Every planetary world must pay tithes on time, one-tenth of its troops, and one-tenth of its wealth.

People in the empire generally take this for granted and it's the way society works. Now that some people say this law is wrong, it's too hard for them to accept.

Several people stood up, their faces were excited and trembling, they said: "Sir...you are wrong! Even if you saved our lives, you are still wrong. How can people be equal?

Wouldn't equality be a mess? Commoners can command nobles, and nobles work in the fields? Sirs of the Astra Militarum, how can angels like Astartes be equal to us? This... This is too hard to imagine! "

Another one continued, “You also said that we don’t need to look up to the Emperor’s Angels and the Astra Militarum who fight for the Emperor. Although they are indeed selected from ordinary people, they are all the elite among the elite, the most powerful mortals, and are favored by the Emperor.

Such an existence is certainly worthy of our respect and admiration. If an angel of the Emperor came to save Euronia III now, I would unconsciously kneel on the ground and look up at the angel's existence. "

Pex waited patiently for the refugees to finish expressing their opinions. He smiled, a very relaxed smile that eased the tense atmosphere a lot.

"Those words I just said were not mine. They were the oracle from the Emperor. They were the Emperor's will."

From the moment Pex started speaking, almost every word he said could stir up huge waves in everyone's heart.

“Is…is this true?”

"But... My Lord, you are not a bishop of the state church. How can you hear the oracle of the Emperor?"

"My Lord saved our lives. He is also an angel of the Emperor. What he said must be true!"

Some people doubt it, some people are puzzled, and some people firmly believe it.

When everyone was about to start arguing because of their different opinions, Pex pressed his hands, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"Like you, I believe in the Emperor devoutly. However, unlike ordinary state religions, the Emperor actually has many divine incarnations. For example, the Mechanicus, haven't they always been promoting that Om Messiah is the Emperor's incarnation?

Some of the Emperor's clones can heal illness, some can heal wounds, and others can make us stronger and more united.

The Emperor's new incarnation and faith can unite mortals, empowering ordinary people like you and me."

Seeing the refugees' skeptical expressions, Pex clapped his hands, and some people in plain clothes came in pushing a food cart full of food.

The refugees' attention was instantly attracted by the food above. Although they had eaten when entering the camp, they were not very full. The long-term life of escape made them eager to have a full meal and then a good sleep.

"This is a holy meal for you to better understand the Emperor's faith. Eat well and savor it."

As Pex spoke, he distributed food from the dining car to the refugees.

"After eating, take a good rest. Tomorrow we will discuss the new faith, unity, and the power of ordinary people."

The Church of the Four-Armed Emperor will welcome his new believers, Pex said the last sentence in his heart.

Chapter 100 Mechanicum

"Political Commissar Cester, this city is the one with the best industrial base on Oronia III." Cornwall and Cester walked side by side in a factory.

Kester did not answer Cornwall immediately. He tilted his head and communicated with a half-human, half-mechanical man in a red cloak beside him in a strange language.

After exchanging several words, he said to Cornwall: "Father Carter said that your people are too disrespectful to machines. He did not feel the respect that the Oronians have for machines and their belief in machine spirits. This is why your industrial capacity is so poor."

Cornwall suppressed the twitch of his lips. Those people in the Mechanicus were not in their right minds, but there was no benefit in going against them, so he just had to be patient and everything would be fine.

"I'm sorry, Father Carter. This place is too far from the core area of ​​the Empire, so it is less inspired by the glory of the Empire. The State Religion, the Adeptus Mechanicus, and the Ministry of Military Affairs have never invested in this place. The colonial construction relies entirely on the funds of the nobles, so the production capacity construction is lagging behind."

The Mechanicus priest named Carter did not respond to Cornwall's words. He directly put forward his own demands.

He hopes to gain control of the ten cities, complete control so that the Mechanicus can dispose of the lives of mortals in them at will, make laws, and manage everything in the city.

After hearing the names of the ten cities, Cornwall's well-trained social smile finally stopped.

The ten cities Father Carter mentioned may not sound like a lot, but the value and benefits they contain are enough to make Cornwall feel distressed. Coupled with the conflicts of interest, his head began to hurt.

The production capacity of Euronia III was not high to begin with, and the production capacity of these ten cities could reach one-tenth of the entire planet. In addition to the two mining cities, the other eight were industrial cities. The first city was the capital of the planet, a direct territory of Cornwall, where his governor's office was located.

"Father Carter, your request... Of course, it's not that I don't obey the orders of the Military Affairs Department. I also very much hope to establish friendship with the Mechanicus. It's just..., we can discuss the following, can we change a few cities? As long as the overall output value is similar, I can hand over the control of more cities and populations."

“According to calculations, if we want to increase the production capacity of Oronia III as quickly and efficiently as possible and turn it into a fortress world, these ten cities are the best choice.

If the Governor could hand over 20 cities, that would be the best, but unfortunately I don’t have that many colleagues with me, so we can’t transform so many cities at the same time.” Father Carter replied without any emotion.

"Father Carter is far away in the Empire and doesn't know the specific situation here. I understand that. When several of our families were preparing to raise resources and prepare to colonize the Oronia system, we also sought help from the Mechanicus, but were rejected."

Cornwall's voice became higher and stronger. "It can be said that the entire Oronian system was colonized and developed by the resources of several of our families. During this period, except for the Imperial Navy, the Empire did not provide any help."

"Despite this, we still work hard to build our world, pay tithes on time, and never default on them. Is the result of our loyalty that our assets are arbitrarily embezzled and plundered?!"

Carter's mechanical eyes turned, he straightened his bent waist, and looked at Cornwall with indifferent and lifeless eyes.

"Governor Cornwall, my opinions are based on theoretical calculations and the best practices. If you disagree with my approach, you can complain to the Military Affairs Department and the Mechanicus's high-level officials. I can assure you that this will be very inefficient.

Therefore, before the complaint is resolved, I will take my Skitarii with the cooperation of the Astra Militarum to take control of the city and start the transformation first."