Chapter 643 True Face

The God-Emperor does not care what his image will be like. Even if the people of the entire empire use their imagination to pile all kinds of beautiful symbols on the body of the God-Emperor statue, he will turn a blind eye and acquiesce to the existence of these beliefs, instead of imitating the mean and stingy gods, who punish believers with death as long as they make the slightest mistake.

In some idyllic and underdeveloped worlds, the people above will hang a crown of wheat harvest on the head of the God-Emperor and pray to him for a good harvest next year.

If it is just praying for a good harvest, it is fine, but some people even come to the statue to ask for a lively and healthy child.

This is not his authority, it is the authority of Nurgle. But there are so many people asking for it, and these beliefs are piled in the body of the God-Emperor, so that he can more or less manage these problems.

For example, a shower of manna will alleviate the drought problem of the planet. As for having children, the God-Emperor said he is powerless, after all, his own children are made by genetic engineering.

On other more barbaric conscription worlds, the statue of the God-Emperor will have a violent feature. Holding a huge sword is quite normal, but the statue's feet are full of skulls.

The God Emperor looked at the crowd kneeling down to the statue with indifference, watching them bring a bowl of clean blood piously, and pour it on the skulls piled under the statue after burning thick holy wax.

"May the powerful and fearless God Emperor bless us with prosperity!"

The God Emperor would often sigh at this time, turn his eyes to the church of the state religion, hoping to see something normal, and then see the Death Cult assassins tiptoeing to pile up the bleeding heads at the door of the church.

Very strange. Too strange.

However, seeing that these Death Cult assassins killed corrupt elements, the God Emperor could barely accept it.

It's like the little wild cat you raised wants to repay your kindness, runs outside to kill a fat mouse and throws it on your bed, and waits for your praise with a proud face.

The faith is too complicated. The voice of the entire empire reached the ears of the God Emperor. Each planet has its own unique understanding of faith, and everyone has a special imagination of the appearance of the God-Emperor.

These God-Emperors don't care. As long as humans can survive, it doesn't matter what they become.

But looking at Dorn's clear and stupid eyes, the God-Emperor attached to Celes still couldn't hold back.

"Hahaha! Mother? Hahaha! So funny, oh, I haven't laughed so happily for a long time! Do you want me to design a promotional event for you personally? My inspiration gushed out like a mountain spring in an instant." Slaanesh's happy laughter made the God-Emperor even more unhappy. He glared at Dorn and punished his son who spoke bluntly with silence.

Plop.

Kahn jumped out of the blood pool, his severed limbs regenerated, and he drove his body with rage and rushed towards Celes again.

Such a battle is meaningless.

Roca thought so. He needed changes, more changes, instead of two powerful guys who could be resurrected to restrain each other.

What other opportunities need to be waited for? Maybe this is the best time for him to detonate all the foreshadowing!

After calling Tzeentch several times, Roca finally got Tzeentch's instructions.

"Principal, is this a good opportunity now?"

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"Principal? Give me a clear message?"

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"Principal? Don't be like this, I know you have calculated everything. If you don't take action now, when the Subjective falls, there will be no chance to attack the God Emperor!"

"Rocas, ah." Tzeentch's voice came slowly, "It is obvious that you don't understand how fate works, and you don't know how a perfect plan should be realized, but I don't blame you, after all, your knowledge limits your vision."

"The principal taught you."

"What should I do next? Guess?"

Roca was stunned, and then he could no longer hear any news from Tzeentch.

Now he was the only one left. Whether to watch the fight between the God Emperor and Khorne or interfere with the fight between the God Emperor and Khorne was all up to him.

The principal must have left him more hints, but he hasn't connected them together yet.

Some crazy Roca thought so, he looked at Celes and then at himself, scanning his disguise made of faith.

"You are going to complete a mission that cannot fail, to help me collect a debt."

Recalling the words that Tzeentch said before he was sent here, Roca's face flushed with excitement, which was not noticeable among the fanatical worshippers.

Tzeentch is the Lord of Change, and only unpredictable changes are what he pursues.

If even the Lord of Change will clearly tell him that something will happen, then this thing is one of the strong fates that cannot be avoided.

"Dead people don't want to pay back their debts." Roca walked forward steadily.

Like a devout person who is deeply attracted by the gods, Roca did not attract anyone's attention.

The Sisters of Battle and the Crusades will make way for Roca after hearing his footsteps, and the Space Marines will give him a simple salute to show respect.

He walked closer and closer, and did not stop until he was behind the Primarch.

"Wait, kid, there is no place you can get close to." Chagatai stretched out his hand to stop Roca.

Roca suddenly came to his senses. He trembled and then burst into tears. "I'm sorry, sir. I just couldn't help myself when I saw the heroic figure of the Emperor."

"Heroic?" Chagatai looked at Celes with a complicated expression. He couldn't connect this beautiful girl with his father. He turned back to Perturabo and asked him if he had any extra sacred words.

"If possible, can you give me one to look at?" Fulgrim also recovered from his grief.

"My lord, I have it here." Roca reached into his arms and took out the sacred words written by Tzeentch. Celes once commented that these scripture fragments were very thoughtful.

"We will copy it as soon as possible and return the original to you." Fulgrim smiled gently, "I heard that Chagatai's handwriting is very beautiful. Do you want to have a friendly competition?"

"Of course." Chagatai replied.

"Wait." Perturabo raised his eyebrows, "Were you burned to charcoal before? Why can you still take out such a good book?"

Looking at Roca's humility, a chill of being deceived was growing in the heart of the Primarch.

"Damn it! You are a Tzeentch!" Perturabo roared, preparing to smash Roca's head with one fist.

"Unfortunately, it's too late."

When Perturabo's iron fist fell, Roca turned into a white dove and flew towards Celes' back.