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The shattered stars floated in the vacuum, and a series of explosions followed, making them more and more shattered. Witnessing the destruction of an entire planet is terrifying enough to challenge one's sanity.

When you watch the ground crumble and the sky burn to ashes, everything else will cease to matter.

At this moment, there are 2,231 people who have witnessed the destruction of this planet. Ten minutes ago, the planet still existed, but it was being attacked by a group of Ultramarines. And now, those traitors have become ashes with it.

Three thousand two hundred and thirty-one people, the last survivors.

Their faces showed a kind of dazedness and numbness after shock, wrapped in flames, floating in the universe. The warm temperature did not lift their spirits. Although it saved them from suffering from the cold, it could not prevent them from mental fatigue.

Escaping death can be exhausting.

They ranged from men in military uniform to grimy miners whose hard hats with searchlights hadn't even been removed. If you observe this scene with reason, it is a miracle that they are still alive.

The vacuum should have killed them with hypoxia and low temperature, but the flame blocked everything, allowing them to talk to each other about their experiences and express their shock.

Someone grasped the rosary on his wrist, and said the Emperor's Blessing with awe. His hair was disheveled, and there was even a **** on his forehead that was still oozing blood.

However, from the shirt and leather shoes he wears, you can tell that he is probably a rich or noble person. Even so, he showed no disdain or disgust for being huddled with a group of filthy civilians.

In fact, on the contrary, he had even handed over his coat a few minutes earlier to a mother with a baby in her arms, whose clothes were a bit torn, and he had just had an extra coat. It seemed to him that it was just a matter of chance.

"Emperor bless," he repeated, his dark brown eyes looking dazed, the rosary held tightly by him. "what is happening......?"

"Blessed by the Emperor."

A pastor limped over, his eyes also had the same bewildered look after shock, but he was generally calm. However, he seemed a little dry when he spoke.

The pastor's clothes distributed by the state religion are very old and without much decoration, which means that he is not taken seriously by the state religion on this planet.

This is normal, after all, the teachings of each sector are different. Although they all follow the belief that the Emperor is the protector of mankind, they are always different in the details.

In the early days of the mission, the missionaries of the state religion changed the image of the emperor to a considerable extent in order to spread the faith to various places in the empire.

In order to complement the local myths and legends, the image of the Emperor may even be completely different on two adjacent planets, sometimes even changing gender.

"Priest Azazar..."

The noble seemed relieved: "It's great that you're still alive. I saw those shameful traitors attacking the church. I thought you..."

"My companions protected us with faith."

Azazar replied very calmly. "Of course, there are flamethrowers, chainswords, and loyal crusaders. But I'm just a preacher, and I can't do things like them."

"Only you survived?"

"It's not clear yet...but I did not see any of their faces, but you first, Mr. Ernesto."

The pastor pursed his lips and looked down at the dark starry sky under his feet. Through the flames, they all seemed to change color. He asked slowly, "Who exactly caused this disaster?"

The noble smiled wryly.

"If you insist on knowing the answer to your question, I will say that I don't know anything. But if I say this, you probably won't believe it—who sent the identification code to those traitors? Between you and me You should know in your heart that traitors are never just from the stars. But, the man has been shot, I can guarantee that."

He patted his waist, where a holster dangled empty.

The priest nodded: "May his dirty and shameful soul be whipped endlessly in the thunder prison built by the emperor, and everyone who dies because of him will leave a wound on his body."

"Let's talk about practical matters, Priest Alzazar. We are drifting in a vacuum now, and these golden flames...they are clearly the power of the Emperor."

The pastor nodded and agreed with the nobleman's words. There is no need to question that, or even to prove it.

Any human being will realize who the master of the power behind them is the first moment they see them with their own eyes. It didn't matter if he had never heard the Emperor's name, the will to protect would not be false.

"She protected us, again. It was undoubtedly a miracle, but I don't want to discuss it right now, Mr. Ernesto. You and I both know that if the Church and the Inquisition learned that what happened to How will you react afterward?"

The priest looked around. He saw crying civilians and exhausted soldiers. He also saw a few children who didn't know what sadness was running along the borderline of the flames, feeling pure joy for the wonders of the universe.

They don't know that this kind of scene is probably only once in a lifetime.

The chaplain could not help feeling sorry for them, so he did not want to disturb them just yet.

He lowered his voice, approached the nobleman, and the two found a fairly quiet corner. After that, the pastor spoke slowly.

"I still have some influence in politics, Monsieur Ernesto. I was demoted here three years ago on grounds of doctrinal differences. . . The real reason is because I discovered corruption by a certain bishop."

The aristocrat's neck jerked back, revealing obvious shock. The pastor's expression remained calm.

"Thanks to my surname and some power from my father's generation, I was not killed by him for a reason, but I was exiled. You are a real nobleman, Mr. Ernesto, I can see that. And What I'm trying to say is, I'll when we're safe-"

He gestured.

"—Communicate with the bishop for a while, and I will persuade him to keep these civilians. Otherwise, the court will definitely take them away. The reason why I told you this is that I hope you can help me. Of course , if you refuse, I will never say anything more. Everyone has his own ambitions, I understand."

The noble smiled bitterly again: "Your words seem to be poking my spine straight... Is this some kind of rhetoric? Well, Pastor Asazar, I will help you Yes. As a nobleman, I am supposed to protect those who are weaker than me."

After he said these words, a golden light flashed in front of Asazar's eyes.

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A warm force rose from the bottom of his heart, forcing Asazar to open his eyes. He stood there blankly, and the warm golden light brightened his eyes. There was a solid touch of the ground under his feet, which meant that he had stood on some kind of entity.

but......

The pastor raised his head in disbelief, and the huge stone pillar and the religious embossment on it immediately frowned.

His knowledge made him quickly feel how natural these floating withers are, and their value is self-evident. Such a spectacle may cause a considerable degree of contention within the state religion...even to fight each other.

He even felt that it was impossible for the bishop he knew to have such a collection—yes, absolutely impossible, he couldn't keep such a treasure.

His sight advanced, he walked forward slowly, and then saw more things. Such as sculptures, paintings or frescoes on the ceiling. There are even names engraved on the floor tiles. Although the whole hall is huge, it definitely does not look empty.

If he could have come here earlier, he would definitely be surprised by the changes that have taken place here.

But it was his first time, so he was only in shock.

Yes, only shock. Other than that... nothing else.

"Come here, Azazar."

A voice called from ahead, cold and solemn, but not intimidating. Asazar couldn't help but walked forward with a dazed look on his face. A few minutes later, he saw a person sitting on the throne.

No...she's not human.

The first feeling was soon overthrown by Azazar himself. He widened his eyes and began to whisper to himself because of excessive shock: "The emperor really exists...?"

"He exists." The **** on the throne replied. "But not now, and you, you don't believe in him. That's why I let you come, I'm curious about your thoughts, Pastor Azazar."

Beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead, followed by cold sweat and extreme fear. Azazar took a deep breath half a minute later, he could feel his heart beating faster, but he forced himself to speak.

Although the sentence is broken, at least it can be regarded as an open communication.

"You... who are you?"

"It doesn't matter, you don't believe in any gods. You didn't believe in it, you don't believe it now, and I don't think you will believe it in the future. So you don't need to ask me who I am, but if you want, I hope to get it from you Answers to some questions."

Azazar swallowed silently. He felt his tongue rust in his mouth, which was as uncomfortable as coins stuck together. After a moment, he opened his rusty jaw.

"What do you want to ask?"

"Why do you continue to study doctrines and spread beliefs for ten years without believing in him? You don't hate this, and even think that belief is meaningful to the general public—and as a preacher, You don't believe it, why?"

The emotion the priest felt at the first moment was absurd. The owner of the pair of eyes on the throne was sending the priest a terrifying sense of existence every second. He clearly and clearly knew... this It is the **** itself.

This is the master of those golden flames.

Is this...the Emperor...?

The Emperor asked me why I didn't believe in him...?

The pastor took a deep breath: "Because I have never seen you appear, until now, until just now."

"I've read many books that describe you as an omnipotent **** who protects all human beings, even our souls after we die. But... I've never seen You really are a ghost."

"I have heard many prayers, some from the nobles, some from the common people. Some for wealth, some for forgiveness. There are children who want their father not to suffer, and parents who weep and ask me if their children can Get through this pain."

"I didn't know the answer, so I had to lie to them. Your tomes say that those who tell lies will be punished, but I didn't... Why did you wait until now to tell me this innocent Believers show their true face? Are you going to punish me for my unbelief?"

"I am not the Emperor."

The **** replied slowly.

"At least not an Emperor by your definition... I have not had twenty-one sons, nor have I ever fought a Great Crusade. To this day, I do not even have a name, Priest. But I have many memories, with many names."

"From these memories, I should have obtained the truth of the world and the answers to thousands of questions, but I didn't. I just got deeper and deeper in the ocean of puzzles..."

"The more I look at them, the more confused I am. I don't know who I am, Reverend. People ask me for protection, and I'm happy to protect them, but I always feel like it's not right. I shouldn't be doing it. At least not In such a conspicuous way... I am a god, but I found that I was actually contradicting this identity."

The **** raised his head in a deep groan, and found that the pastor had fainted because of her words. Mortal souls cannot bear his voice, and talking face to face is even a burden to them.

She sighed ~www.novelmt.com~ and raised her right hand, the faint golden light flashed away and merged into the priest's body.

It was a curious contrast and contrast that puzzled her as much as this unbelievers had done more noble things over the years than those who professed to be religious. She's saved a lot of people and killed a lot of **** people...but none of those problems have diminished.

She even begins to question why she exists.

She stared at Azazar lying on the ground: "I will give you a great power, Azazar... I need answers to my questions, I need some explanations, so I will It's up to you. When you wake up, the world will be different. You can't hear it now, but when you wake up..."

She didn't finish speaking, but just waved her hand to let the confused person leave. The flames in the hall burn permanently and steadily, her world is bright and warm, but even so, a chill rises from the bottom of her heart.

Why do gods exist? What is the need for existence?

"I must have an answer..."

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