Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

The Covenant warriors instantly tensed up, and dozens of guns and spears were pointed at the uninvited guests.

"I am Lorgar." Lorgar walked forward slowly and said softly, "I have come to negotiate with you."

As soon as Esberya's gaze from under the golden mask met Lorgar's divine purple eyes, her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"What...what do you want?" Her voice came through the loudspeaker, but it lost its previous majesty and was trembling.

"The truth, and liberation," Lorgar said.

Wop had told him stories about his brother Coz, though he had always asked for them.

His brothers' hands were stained with blood, and at least hundreds of thousands of people were killed by him personally, all for the sake of restoring order.

Lorgar could understand the environment his brother was in. In such a sinful city, killing was necessary.

But Lorgar did not like his brother's way of ruling; he was too brutal.

Lorgar does not reject war and bloodshed. Even if Curze is replaced by him, he has no choice but to kill. The sinner does not understand any other language.

Lorgar believed that communication was more effective than war, which he learned from Wop's teachings.

Just like him and Wop, they treat each other sincerely and never leave any barriers between them.

"What truth?" Esperia asked.

"The gods weave lies with faith. They promise eternity, but impose chains; they preach salvation, but bring suffering."

"And I'm going to set you free!"

Chapter 61 Emperor: No one understands me better than Lorgar! (5K)

Lorgar's voice echoed across the desert, his violet eyes burning with fiery determination.

"Heretic!" In response, the Covenant warriors angrily pointed their guns at Lorgar.

"boom!"

"No!" The female commander's voice was drowned out by the loud gunshot. She could only watch as the bullet tore through the dry air and shot towards Lorca's brow.

Lorgar stood there quietly, his violet eyes as calm as the starry sky in the desert, because he believed that Wop would protect him.

"Buzz!"

Just before the bullet was about to hit him, it suddenly stopped less than an inch away from his face, as if it had sunk into invisible amber.

Faint blue ripples appeared in the air, like ripples on a lake in a gentle breeze. The metal bullet, suspended in the psychic field, trembled slightly, imperceptible to the naked eye, emitting a subtle humming sound.

Luo Jia slowly raised his slender fingers and gently reached into the circle of light blue ripples as if touching the water surface. He pinched the bullet with his fingertips, and his movements were as gentle as plucking petals from the morning dew.

"You shot me because of the gods' lies." Lorgar's voice was soft, and the sand wind blew his hair across his forehead, revealing his divine violet eyes. "But I don't blame you. The gods have deceived the world for too long, clouding your understanding. And I am here to guide you back to the right path."

If one only looks at the surface, Colchis is actually more normal than most Imperial worlds, including Holy Terra.

For not only is Colchis devoid of any traces of Chaos corruption, it also lacks mutants, not even psykers!

The Covenant ruled Colchis by relying on the technological superiority of their ancient ancestors, rather than using psychic powers to fool the world.

This was intentional on the part of the Four Gods, as they needed to make Colchis appear normal to the Primarch and the Emperor.

It was easy to deceive the Primarch, but difficult to deceive the Emperor, so Colchis had to be truly normal.

Colchis is a lie carefully woven by the gods. The existence of the four prophets is like a curtain, perfectly isolating mortals from the true nature of Chaos.

The believers devoutly believe in the great power in the starry sky, but can never touch the distorted truth behind the curtain.

Only psykers are uncontrollable. They may hear whispers from the warp in a trance and then unconsciously complete bloody sacrifices, perhaps sacrificing livestock for rain, or slitting children's throats to cure diseases.

Of course the Four Gods would not destroy the city walls themselves, but there are more than just Four Gods in the Warp. What if some blind guy accidentally destroys the plans of the Four Gods?

Each successful sacrifice opens a fissure in the veil, revealing the fangs beneath and allowing the venomous corruption of Chaos to seep in.

This is the situation the four gods least want to see, so they will be more active than Neos in preventing psychics from being born in Colchis.

This is just like the corrupted Death Guard in official history. Although the loving father turned the Death Guard into rotten bags of dirt, their gene seeds are incredibly pure, and they even have special sterile operating rooms to train new recruits.

The pure gene seeds are used to cultivate more rotten dirty bags, and the seemingly normal Colchis is also used to give birth to a larger conspiracy.

What if one day, in Colchis, a land ruled by the Covenant Faith for thousands of years, such a being suddenly appeared?

His violet eyes glowed with a star-like divine aura, as if they could penetrate the boundary between the mundane and the sacred.

When the Covenant warrior's bullet whizzed through the air, he simply raised his slender fingers slightly, and the bullet sank into the invisible amber, vibrating and humming in the light blue psychic ripples.

He also forgave the soldier who shot him, and his mercy was no different from that of the four legendary prophets.

What would these Covenant believers, with their devout but harmless faith, think of him?

"Miracle! Prophet!"

"Heretic! Traitor!"

The warriors of the Holy Covenant split up. Espera knelt on one knee, trembling, and half of the warriors followed her. But the eyes of the other half burned with fanatical anger. They shouted heretics and shot at Lorgar.

"boom!"

Flames spurted out of the muzzle, making a crisp sound. The bullet shot through the air, but suddenly stopped in front of Lorgar, solidifying in the light blue ripples of psychic energy.

The Covenant warriors stared in astonishment as their own bullets were redirected by the ripples of psychic energy. The metal bullets whistled as they tore through the air before returning precisely along their original trajectory.

The heads of the Covenant warriors exploded like ripe fruits, and their bodies fell down like cut wheat stalks.

Espeia trembled even more violently, and went from kneeling on one knee to prostrating herself on the ground.

"Almighty, forgive me!" She knelt on the scorching sand and squeezed out this prayer in a trembling voice.

If Lorgar had not just preached "atheism" but instead announced to everyone that he was a messenger of God, Wop believed that all the warriors of the Covenant would have knelt down.

But if Lorca really did this, he would be betraying Wop's teachings.

The dead warrior was obsessed with his heretical words and deeds, while the kneeling warrior was caught in a vortex of self-doubt.

They firmly believed that Lorgar was the fifth prophet, but why would the prophet deny the gods?

It must be because their faith is not devout enough, and all this is a test for them!

Lorgar's eyes fell on the kneeling female commander. He had expected all this.

The Colchians had been kneeling for so long that they had forgotten how to stand up.

He will teach them to understand the world correctly. Although this cannot be changed overnight, he will not fool them by deceiving them.

Lorca: "Stand up."

Esberya slowly straightened up, but her gorgeous exoskeleton armor could not stop her body from shaking.

"God, we are sinful." She lowered her head, not daring to look directly at the face of the saint.

"I am not a god." Lorgar's voice was clearly heard by everyone, "And you should not believe in gods either. Faith is the shackles that imprison mortals. I am here to free you from these shackles, not to put new shackles on you!"

Erebus stood on the deck and whispered, "A god uses miracles to warn people not to believe in gods. Teacher, don't you think this is ironic?"

Wop turned his head to look at Erebus, then looked at Lorgar below. He was sure that he saw the shadow of Neos in Lorgar.

Now it's not just their looks, they even behave the same.

Wop sighed, "It's very sad, isn't it? The human condition is even sadder than this. Lorgar has done a good job."

The Empire's method of promoting the Imperial Truth is very crude. Basically, it overthrows local religious temples and forces you to accept the Imperial Truth.

This would leave countless hidden dangers. The temple was demolished, but the Chaos believers did not die out; they just hid deeper.

The miracles often performed by the Emperor himself further encouraged the unhealthy tendencies of faith. Even without the Word Bearers, the birth of the Imperial State Religion would not be surprising.

But we have no choice but to do this, because what the empire lacks most is time.

The Great Crusade only lasted two hundred years because the Imperium only lasted two hundred years. After two hundred years, regardless of whether there was a Primarch's birthday celebration or not, there would be a Warp Storm sweeping across the galaxy.

This is like the eternal paradox faced by the development of human civilization. Stability, efficiency and precision constitute an impossible triangle that cannot be achieved at the same time.

The pursuit of stability and efficiency requires sacrificing precision, so the Emperor gave up fine-tuning the Primarchs and accepted the deviations that might occur in their growth.

The pursuit of precision and stability means sacrificing efficiency, which will cause the progress of the Great Crusade to lag seriously and give the Four Gods of Chaos more opportunities to take advantage.

It is difficult to achieve stability while demanding both efficiency and precision, and fighting on two fronts, both internally and externally, will make the human empire system extremely fragile.

Efficiency cannot be sacrificed at any cost, so the Emperor chose to sacrifice precision between stability and precision, which is the least harmful of the three.

As long as the Emperor lived, any threat that was ignored due to inadequate handling was a minor nuisance to the Imperium.

Once the Great Crusade is over and the Imperium of Man unifies the galaxy, the Emperor will have time to clean up these stubborn problems, so the Four Gods must confine the Emperor to the toilet.

Lorgar climbed the stairs back to the deck. While he was down there, he heard Erebus secretly saying bad things about him behind his back, but he was very happy with Wop's protection, so he decided not to bother Erebus for the time being.

"What's the difference between forcing them to stand up with a gun and forcing them to kneel with a gun?" Lorgar asked Erebus.

Erebus shook his head: "There is no difference, they are all forced."

"No, they stood up. That's the difference." Lorca's voice suddenly deepened, but with even greater penetrating power. "They have to stand up first. Only then can I make them understand why people stand up, instead of making them kneel down and listen to me tell them to stand up!"

Erebas was slightly stunned listening to his powerful speech.

Lorgar has found his way because he is the Primarch. The Emperor had laid the foundation for them when he created them. They are born with knowledge and only need a little guidance to put them on the right path.

Erebus is still confused. He has lost his faith. He also believes in Wop, but he has not yet decided which path to take.

Lorgar turned to Akshida and ordered, "Akshida, restart the engine and follow the convoy. They will take us to Atlantis."

"Yes, my Lord." Akshida lowered his head to hide his eager eyes, which contained the fanatical fire of faith, but not entirely.

The steam engine of the land ship roared loudly, and the millipede of the Covenant became the guard of the land ship and headed towards the wall of Atlantis.

The creepers sent out flag signals, and the soldiers climbed out of the fort and shouted to the guards on the watchtowers, "Open the city gates!"

Although the guards were surprised by Lu Xingzhou's arrival and the short burst of gunfire that just came from the sand, they still carried out the order.

Because Esperia was the Master of Arms, all the guards in the city were under her command.

There's nothing to worry about. The Master Armourer wouldn't betray the Covenant, would he?

Atlantis's fortress was built of red stone and black gold, making it difficult for even the largest caliber artillery shells to blast through the city gates. If Esperia hadn't defected, Lorgar would have been forced to follow his brother's example of climbing the elevator with his bare hands and scaling the walls, killing all the guards before opening the gates from the inside.

He didn't like this, it was so rude.

His brother didn't care about Wop at all. It was okay for them to use the elevator to climb the city wall, but they couldn't let Wop suffer with them.

Unlike him, he only feels sorry for Wop.

"Espia!" The furious priest, escorted by guards, came to the door and shouted at the female commander who had just gotten out of the car, "Do you know what you are doing? Kor Phaeron has been expelled from the Covenant! We are servants of the Covenant, and where we are is holy ground. How can you allow hypocrites to desecrate it?"

The priest didn't know that Kor Phaeron had been delisted and even his ashes had been scattered. He judged the owner of the land craft based on it.

In the covenant, the archbishop is supreme, and below him are the priests and deacons.

Priests spread the doctrine, and deacons wield the force.

The priest's status was higher than that of the deacon, so he dared to question Esperia angrily.

"You lowly..." Esberya took off her helmet, the priest's voice stuck in her throat.

The pastor was shocked to find that Esberya's porcelain-white cheeks were unnaturally flushed with anger, and her carefully trimmed eyebrows were twisted into sharp arcs.

What frightened him even more was that the pair of eyes that always looked weak were now looking straight at him, with an inextinguishable rage beating deep in those amber pupils.

"You are accused of heresy and insulting the prophet. These are unforgivable crimes!"

Her warriors raised their weapons, pointing them at the priest and the guards, while she raised her pistol, pointing it directly at the priest.

"I will cleanse your body, and the gods will judge your soul."

Without giving the priest a chance to argue, the female commander and her soldiers opened fire together. The gunshots crackled, and the bullets penetrated the priest's luxurious robe, blasting dozens of bloody holes the size of bowls on his back.

His guards were caught off guard and were torn to pieces by the dense fire before they could draw their weapons.

The blood formed hideous patterns on the sand, and was quickly evaporated into dark red blood scabs by the high temperature.

Esperia stepped on the priest's body, shot him in the head again, and spat.

"It's because of people like you that the Prophet refuses to acknowledge our faith!"

Lorgar jumped off the platform and fell silent as he looked at the heroic female commander.

"My God." Esperia's voice was as soft as a mosquito's whisper, like a frightened and uneasy little animal. "Did I do something wrong?"

Esberya's cautious questioning made Lorca even more silent, because he recalled the scene when he and Wop first met, and his mood at that time was exactly the same as Esberya's now.

"I am not a god." Lorgar reiterated.