Chapter 559 Cemetery
When you have nothing to worry about, you will naturally follow your heart and act according to your will.
These Ash Claws freed themselves from the heavy vision of human revival and hid in the dust of the stars. Except for the missing supplies written in the records of the Imperial Army, no other news about these warriors can be heard.
Perhaps Astartes warriors should not be born war machines. Their transformation has proved that Astartes are no different from mortals in emotional experience. Using Astartes as pure weapons and tools is the most unfair behavior to them.
Chagatai was a little anxious. He knew these problems, but he couldn't change them. He had seen too many bad things in the Ghoul Star Region. He thought that Lin Fan's story was scary enough. When he really hid his identity and observed silently in the corner of the planet, he realized that Lin Fan had been merciful.
Those horrible and bloated imperial worlds disgusted Chagatai. He stood among the poor and skinny praying people. He looked up at the magnificent statue of the emperor, thinking that his father would never want such a situation to happen, but he could not stop it.
Chagatai's upright body was so out of place in the hunched crowd. He looked around and saw fanatical hatred from the faces of the crowd. This ignorant hatred hurt Chagatai.
"At least it's better than chaos. I hope you really have a plan to prevent the collapse of all this." Chagatai sighed, he gently lifted Irafren from his legs and put her on a narrow bed. Khan wiped the drool on his leg armor with a cloth in disgust, sat at the table to sort out the clues he had collected in the past few years, and analyzed where Fugen might be.
Lin Fan's fleet and Khan's fleet sailed in the void, and they headed for a place so that the two separated fleets could merge.
The Ghoul Sector is a chaotic place, and in a chaotic place, countless heroes will be born. These heroes fight against the invasion of darkness and protect the world of the Empire from the invasion of chaos and aliens.
The Empire will not forget the loyal people who shed blood and sacrificed for them. In the current darkness of the Empire, sacrifice and prayer are equally important matters.
The greatest sacrifice achieves the greatest piety, and in order for future generations to draw great faith from countless saints who have died one after another, the cemetery world was born.
Many mortals are lucky enough to live their lives under the protection of the God-Emperor, and their bodies are thrown into recycling devices to feed the huge needs that the hive city can never be satisfied. But if you can prove your worth and show your supreme piety to the Emperor in an absolutely cruel and ruthless war, then your remains will be fortunately sent to the cemetery world for burial.
Although most heroes are unlikely to leave their remains, their deeds can be recorded and remembered. On the countless tombstones on the cemetery world, there will also be believers of the devout church who will wash the dust floating on them with their tears.
Saint Kodegas is such a cemetery world. On its heavy land, there are tombstones of nearly 10 billion loyal servants of the God Emperor standing here.
Just like the contributions they made during their lifetime, the tombstones here will also carve out new tombs according to their sacrifices.
The simplest one is a square stone tablet beside the highways that shuttle through various parts of the planet. Detailed words are carved on it, mostly all the names of a star army. Their names are written here, proving that their army has been destroyed forever in the cruel galaxy.
The deeper you go into the cemetery world, the more magnificent the tombs standing on both sides are. Countless cherubim and servo skulls with biochemical wings pass through the gaps in the magnificent tombs. They are singing requiem hymns all the time, and this process never stops.
The huge tombs are full of the remains of saints. Their achievements are clearly portrayed. On the huge murals made of obsidian and other jewels, sufficient details are shown, and no color is redundant. Even people who know nothing about the deeds of the saints can get the information they need from these exquisite murals.
The surface of the cemetery world is full of solemn mausoleums, and everything here is decorated with skull reliefs. The flying vehicles in the sky are specially adjusted, sacrificing speed to ensure that they will not make noise to disturb the heroic spirits.
Under the surface is where the living people in the cemetery world should live. They give precious sunlight to the heroic spirits to express their respect. Most of the living people living in the cemetery world are devout believers who serve the Martyr Church.
The magnificent church itself is a holy mausoleum, where candles are lit all night and incense never dissipates. In the Gothic cloisters, only the devout singing of nuns echoes.
In the spire of the church, there is a statue of a living saint. The statue was carved by the most devout believers, and after hundreds of years of consecration ceremony, this statue is qualified to be placed on the top of this sacred heart.
Pilgrims coming and going will cry under the statue, and they will whip their sinful bodies with whips and thorns in the confessional square.
The neat whipping sound was short and crisp, and it was extremely powerful yet so insignificant. Fanatics always work hard to show piety, even if these behaviors are meaningless in Celeste's eyes.
"Alas. It's good to have faith. But this is really too extreme." Celeste covered her forehead and looked away from the towering church spire. Thanks to her sensitive senses, she could really hear the whip hitting her back and the sound of blood on her back.
"Is this why you chose me to be the archbishop, Saint Celeste?"
"Don't call me a saint. Just call me Celes."
"Celes. My Lord."
"Okay, okay." Celes said helplessly. She couldn't convince these fanatical believers. At least the little priest in front of her named Roca was rational enough. "I did consider this aspect when choosing you. Fanatics are very loyal, but sometimes this loyalty will lead them to the other side, such as the corpse worshippers underground."
Celes frowned. Whenever she thought of the corpse worshippers, she would feel disgusted. Their behavior of expressing piety to the Emperor was too dangerous and weird.
They believed that all sacrifices could strengthen the immortal true God of the throne, so they would sacrifice as many living people as possible to add more sacrificial power to the throne, until this power was enough to free the Emperor from the shackles of the throne.