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Insel and his warriors sat upright in the church where the Ezekiel once sat. This originally small church also had the function of folding space after it was placed on the Revenge. At this time, it was far from being a problem to accommodate 470 people.

They sat up straight, and even tried to keep their breathing as steady as possible, lest they disturb the man on the podium.

However, he was not proclaiming, nor was he praying to anyone.

He is thinking.

A golden light emanated from him, all the way to the stained glass windows at the top of the church. The mottled light sprinkled on the man, reflecting him like a god. For Insel, he even wanted to remove the word 'like'.

After a while, the man opened his eyes. He smiled apologetically at the Astartes: "We dealt with some things and delayed a little time. I hope this didn't make you wait too long."

"wait......"

Insel jammed, he raised his hand awkwardly, then put it down again. He would have liked to learn the slick, philosophical sentences of the Astartes in the ancient books. But he himself knew nothing about literature, so he had to turn a big corner and almost killed Marish who was sitting next to him.

"—It's worth it, my lord."

What am I talking about?

"You don't have to call me your lord, I've said it again. I'm not the person you imagined." The man nodded slightly. "I'm a mage, you can call me He Shenyan."

No one answered him, and the Astartes looked at each other.

Seeing this, He Shenyan frowned: "Is there any problem?"

"No, my lord, there's no problem. It's just too blasphemous to call you by your first name," Insel said cautiously.

"...I knew it would be like this."

He Shenyan pouted as he stared at every face under the stage. Their helmets were taken off by myself and placed neatly on their left knee. Some are handsome, some are devastated. All four hundred and seventy Astartes stared at him with the same expectant eyes.

He knew what they were expecting: a sure answer.

Every monk Astarte probably expected this answer.

But He Shenyan would not give the answer they wanted. His heart was as cold as stone. So he opened his mouth, ready to tell the truth - just then, the stained glass shattered.

The sunlight that shouldn't have been on the Vengeance was now pouring on him, and a soft golden glow that was powerful at a glance obscured his face. A pair of huge golden wings made of pure psionic energy condensed behind him.

There were chants in the air, thousands of voices chanted the Emperor's name with joy, and more golden light fell from the sky.

Insel stared blankly at this scene, tears dripping from his eyes. So did his brothers, these Astartes friars reverently lowered their noble heads and wept silently.

He heard the only remaining priest in the chapter muttering to himself, his voice contained strong joy, but with a cry: "My lord..."

The mage didn't speak, he just looked up at the broken stained glass spire.

Is this what you want?

This status saves you from a lot of verbal arguments, which I think is necessary.

True, but I don't want to use your identity.

You won't, I've sent orders from Terra...you'll be the new living saint.

If I remember correctly, this requires joint approval by the Inquisition and the Empire State Church.

They are not qualified to approve your merits, do what you want...I, need rest...watch out for danger...they are interested in you.

I know.

He Shenyan lowered his head, golden brilliance filled the entire church, he fanned the pair of brilliance wings, and left only one sentence: "Serve me for the time being, warriors of the Iron Snakes... ..the Empire needs you."

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"What are you kidding?!"

Bardos II, the new Pope of the Empire, roared and smashed a goblet that was considered a holy relic at the Servant who was delivering the message. The poor unconscious creature was smashed by Bardos' reinforced limbs and fell to the ground, not knowing whether it was alive or dead. He was soon pulled away by two other servitors.

Bardos II's voice was extremely sharp: "His Majesty the Emperor is awake?! He also announced a new living saint?! Unheard of, unheard of!"

"He woke up, why didn't he come to talk to his most devout believer, and instead announce such a ridiculous order? I don't believe it! I want to meet the Emperor!"

A voice suddenly sounded in his room, cold and unquestionable: "You are not religious, Bardos II. Otherwise you would not have done so many evil things under the guise of faith, nor would you openly oppose it. Prime Minister Lev Thiron's Reform Clause."

"Who? Who's talking?!"

A giant stepped out of the shadows that didn't exist in Bardos' room. It was his power that created the shadow, so to speak - he, the master of the shadow.

Bardos II's eyes swept across his sharp, bat-like helmet, and his attitude suddenly restrained: "How did your Excellency reach me? Why did you say such a thing? This is quite a serious slander. ."

"Looks like you've heard me."

The giant replied nonchalantly, "I never slander others. You did, Bardos II."

The Pope's fingers pressed frantically on his chair, wanting to call in the armed forces belonging to the state religion to save him from this dangerous situation. However, no matter how many times he pressed the button, no one came to push open the door of his room and take him away from the giant.

"Don't waste your energy, save yourself a little dignity." The giant let out a gloomy sigh: "Religion is indeed the most foolish thing. And this empire still needs worms like you to maintain stability..."

When Bardos heard this, his expression changed. The timid politician roared furiously: "Take back your words! We believe in the God Emperor, we are loyal to the God Emperor, we are by no means the moths in your mouth! If the common people lack their fanatical belief in Him, they will How can you survive the continual malice?"

The Pope stood up from his chair and shoved all the gorgeous decorations and various sacred relics on his table to the ground. He pointed at the giant's nose and roared wildly: "I believe in him, and I am loyal to the Empire with all my heart. You are the executioner who jumped out of nowhere and slaughtered human beings everywhere!"

"I only kill the **** people...you're lucky, though."

The giant gave him a gloomy smile: "You weren't there when I killed Bardos Lester, or I'd kill his son together—you father and son are really deeply ingrained in the state religion... Baal Dos II?"

"Get ready to die."

Moments later, the Regent of the Empire, Robert Guilliman, entered the room. Even he was surprised by the luxury of the state religion.

There are precious relics everywhere, some even possessing extremely powerful powers - and this power is not something that Bardos II and his father can inspire, they could have been handed over to those who really needed them, for the sake of More human beings bring stability.

Thinking of this, Guilliman couldn't help but snorted angrily.

The giant was still standing in the room, he withdrew his arms, and Bardos II was engulfed by the shadows. The scene made Guilliman frown, and he said, "You remind me of one of my brothers."

"Oh?"

"His name is Corax." There was a fleeting smile on Guilliman's face. "Like you, he can come and go in the shadows, and likewise likes to incarnate himself as some kind of animal endowed with divinity."

"You call yourself a bat, and he calls himself a crow."

"I don't call myself a bat..." the giant said quietly. "It's a title, a title derived from someone else. I'm just an impostor, and I don't even have my own name."

"You talk too much about yourself."

"It's a fact, I'm a clone." The giant smiled, this rare smile was not soft, but very cold. "You can call me Crane Samps if you want."

Guilliman stared at his new brother, a sense of sarcasm that made him laugh. He seldom smiled so peacefully, and political affairs kept him away and drained most of his energy. He smiled and said, "It's a good name—well, it's time for me to get down to business."

He came to the Pope's chair, and his own terminal had a unique authentication method that Cran Samps had long since deactivated. The method is of course needless to say. Guilliman was quick to issue a brand new announcement with his fingers that didn't fit the terminal size, an announcement about a new living saint.

The trial court's certification appeared impressively at the end of the announcement.

"Then this is done."

Guilliman stood up, and a man in black walked in. He first made an eagle salute to Crane Samps and Guilliman. Then, little by little, he changed into the appearance of Bardos II, who had just died, and even his body was engulfed by shadows.

Ignoring him, Guilliman smiled at Cran Samps and said, "I'm actually really looking forward to meeting him, someone who my cold, ruthless father valued so much must be a great hero. ."

"I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

"Oh?"

"He's not what you think he is." Cran Samps shook his head. "You don't necessarily like him either."

"Seeing is believing, my brother," Guilliman said noncommittally.

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"So, you are now an officially certified living saint?"

Angron laughed so hard that he put his feet up on the table in the main control room and laughed loudly: "I knew he would 'make the best use of everything', how could he leave you so useful? What about the labor force?"

"Shut up, or I'll let you stay in the hangar and watch them fight next time."

Angron closed his mouth immediately.

Fulgrim looked very melancholy, different from Angron's heartless. Phoenix has been silent since returning from the planet Bandar, always holding Sol Tarvitz's sword.

However, mocking Angron was still something he had to do. Fulgrim said lightly: "Some idiots just don't know what it means to look at people's faces."

"Are you comfortable burning your own children?"

The corners of Fulgrim's eyes twitched, and he stood up abruptly, pointing at Angron with Sol Tarvitz's sword: "One more word! I swear to him! I to all my dead sons I swear! If you say one more word, I will fight to the death with you immediately!"

He Shenyan looked at the two of them calmly, but UU Reading www.uukanshu.com did not say anything to stop them.

And Angron... he stared into Fulgrim's eyes, after feeling the grief and anger in those eyes. The Primarch of World-Eating Courage put away all the deliberate malice and sarcasm, and he sincerely apologized: "It was me who was wrong, Fulgrim. I apologize to you."

"......"

Phoenix didn't say anything, he sat down and stroked the edge of the blade of his dead son with two fingers.

Angron continued his apology: "I hope you'll forgive me for my previous actions, and you can ask me one thing, if you're still angry. I don't really want to make fun of your offspring, it's just A confirmation."

"Angron..."

"what?"

"You're a **** bitch."

Fulgrim cursed out a swear word, and Angron was stunned for a moment, then laughed.