Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 118 107. The Church and False Confessions

Hades held a bolt gun and walked in the middle of the large army.

With the experience from last time and the skitarii further clearing the road obstacles to facilitate the entry of larger scientific research equipment, the journey this time is obviously much faster.

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

The jungle is very quiet, and the animals here don't seem to like to bark much. Except for the Skitarii who have been making the servo skulls sing mechanical hymns in 360 degrees without blind spots, there are no other sounds here.

Soon, the first building appeared in front of them.

This is a simple little church. Black is its main color, and simple green lines outline it.

Hades walked in and looked left and right.

Some prayers were carved on the stone pulpit, and Hades quickly translated the contents.

[God’s blessings are endless, blessing the land and water to be healthy. ]

[Selfless gods, protect me for thousands of years, and keep me away from disorderly hesitation. ]

[When endure ■■■]

The back was scratched with something like a sword, but I couldn't tell what it was.

But Hades can roughly infer that it is nothing more than clichés to get believers to donate money and dedication.

Since Hades assumed that the religion here worshiped the black stone obelisk of the Necrons, he looked at these strange religions with less curiosity.

Although he was curious as to why people here would choose to worship a device left behind by an alien race as their faith.

but.

Hades looked at the heights in the center of the church, where a statue of a god entangled in vines and leaving tears came to life.

Daylight pours from the gorgeous stained glass and shines on the pure black sculpture, covering it with a gorgeous veil.

The tears beside the corner of the god's eyes seemed to be sighing at the insignificance and ignorance of all living beings.

The outstretched arms seemed to be trying to catch those who had time to save them.

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

But standing here now is an old farmer named Barbarus, the strongest engineering student from Mars.

Hades glanced at the sculpture.

What, the undead don’t look like this!

past.

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

Colorful light fell on her body, and the gorgeous light covered the woman with a dazzling holy garment.

The bishop opposite her was facing against the light, and a dark shadow enveloped him.

"Come back, kid."

Bishop Mazel in front of Ribo said with a sigh,

"You are the first divine son in the prophecy, and you can walk in the realm of God without punishment."

"all fake."

Ribo opened his mouth and directly denied everything.

"You call yourself a god by holding a device that harms human souls, and allow everyone to be destroyed by the harm emanating from this device."

"Is it difficult to accept the reality? You have to rely on those completely nonsense rumors passed down from ancient times to support your position."

"Child, you are still young and cannot understand all this."

"All men are guilty and are consumed by desire."

"But God chose to forgive. Our ancestors came on Noah's Ark and settled under the protection of God's realm."

"You shouldn't give in to your desires, kid."

"It's just nonsense and empty words."

Ribo looked at Bishop Mazel coldly,

"You can't explain the so-called divine realm at all, so you use the shell of religion to deceive the world and make everyone endure pain!"

"Ignorance, ridiculous!"

Seeing that the other party just used scriptures to refute, Ribo knew that there was no point in arguing anymore.

"I will reveal the truth to you and show you that your religion is nothing but a lie!"

After Ribo finished speaking, she turned around and left without any regrets. Within a moment, she was picked up by her companions who greeted her outside.

Bishop Mazel stood there, but his eyes were full of regret and hesitation.

"My son, if you really tell us the truth, of course I will choose your path."

Standing on the announcement table, the aloof bishop walked down and sat dejectedly on the rows of wooden chairs below.

The statue of God high in the church looks down upon His devotees.

Why doesn't he want to know the truth?

If God loves the world, why does he allow them to continue to suffer amid their lifetimes of repentance and self-blame?

The evidence that the child produced became more and more detailed. There was an existence called "Supreme Heaven". Human beings not only existed here, but in another place, human souls and spirits existed in other forms.

The divine realm is actually an existence that destroys human souls and spirits.

Mazel silently picked up the obelisk-shaped necklace and placed it against his forehead.

God, forgive me for crossing my line.

He let them go.

However, what Mazel doesn't know is that truth often brings disaster.

Endurance.

Calastyphon sat in his personal lounge, closing his eyes and concentrating.

This should have been a meditation that could make him feel peaceful, but at this moment, he felt particularly agitated.

You should go find Mortarion, you know, Karas.

It was obviously something you three had agreed upon initially, but both of them abandoned you.

"No."

Karas muttered.

Mortarion was far away from them, as he had been since Barbarus's arrival.

Karastifon had been trying to catch up with Mortarion, but Mortarion was running too fast.

He was born to be God's favorite.

There is no lie that all three of them are freaks. Some people are just too outstanding, which makes them incompatible.

After realizing that he could not surpass Mortarion, or even stand alongside Mortarion, Karastifon fell into depression for a long time.

But when the Empire arrived, Karas felt relieved when he learned Mortarion's true identity.

Yes, that's it, no wonder, everything is explained.

Calastyphon thought darkly that although he was destined to be unable to catch up with Mortarion, Hades was still on the same level as him.

That was different from Calastyphon, another monster.

Karas knew that he was the descendant of aliens and humans, so he suffered discrimination.

But apart from his identity, everyone recognized his abilities.

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

And Hades?

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

Whenever Karastifon knew he was inferior to Mortarion, he would always take a secret look at Hades.

There was something comforting in the dark corners of my heart.

He knew this wasn't right.

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

Later, Karas discovered that he was wrong.

The strong figure on the duel cage, the powerful fight

It turns out that the one at the back has always been himself.

ha.

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