"Ladies and gentlemen, who do you think the Emperor will put in charge of teaching our new brothers: me, or Roga, or Ferrus, or even ...... Our iron-clad Dorne? ”

Vogram's gaze lingered for a moment on his blood-blooded brother in golden armor, and he smiled before adding Dorne to the options.

Although the latter was completely unconcerned about the topic raised by Phoenix: in fact, after witnessing the Midnight Ghost and his kingdom, only the Genoplasm of the Third Legion was still discussing the new brother from the bottom of his heart, and the few blood relatives around him were only a few sincere listeners.

"Fogham, my brother, don't speculate on the will of God the Father."

The first to answer Phoenix's words was the owner of the Whisperer, who was probably the second of the few Genogens present to care about the Midnight Spirit, and beneath the tens of millions of golden runes was a pair of gentle and pious pupils, and an equal love for all brothers.

Yes, even if it's Killiman.

"Please, Luo Jia, don't be so rigid, my father won't be angry, didn't he also make us express our hearts before announcing his will and verdict?"

"It was the privilege of hearing the Father's revelation and Word in our meeting, under the watchful eye and permission of God, to reveal to Him the thoughts, confusions, and truths of our hearts: a serious and formal act, my brother, not for such a loose private occasion."

The giant wrapped in the golden morning light uttered the most earnest words, but it made the other people in the room sigh inwardly, Ferus remained silent, Morgan hid himself in the corner, and as for Dorne, he seemed to have been gathering a verbal offensive.

Instead, Chemoth's phoenix, after a moment of embarrassment and silence, showed a friendly smile that was enough to accommodate his brother's paranoia, he stood up, spread his hands, firmly grasped the initiative of the topic, and by the way, silently strangled the possibility of allowing Dorne to provoke a new verbal dispute.

"Well, Roga, I have no intention of arguing with you about the correctness of this opinion, and you need not regard this as a formal vote: this is nothing but a long-lost conversation between brothers, and we happen to be talking about another brother."

The golden giant smiled and nodded.

"As it should be, brother, we have been separated in the waves of the galaxy for too long, each for the sake of the Father's cause: we could have spoken of something lighter than the Father's divine discussion, for we, as His creatures, have no right to fathom His will."

Phoenix's brow jumped, and instead of picking up the words, he picked up his goblet and took a sip, his pupils glittering like mercury.

"What do you think, then, Roga, if you were to teach our new brother, how would you teach him? Or rather, what are you going to do with his home planet? ”

"Is this a priority?"

"Almost, after all, we're going to be out of here soon."

The phoenix smiled, telling of the disintegration of the vast fleet in the void.

The First Expeditionary Fleet, which belonged directly to the Lord of Humanity and was enough to raze an entire sector to the ground in an instant, stayed in the sky above Nostramo for only three days before quickly leaving, because this galaxy and even this sector had no more value, and it was worth wasting his time and energy on the Lord of Mankind.

The Emperor's next destination is the Salamas Sector, where he will make a brief stop before launching an expedition into the extraterritorial darkness to destroy the lightless lair that inhabited the Clough Xenomorphs: no secret in the expeditionary fleet.

"Maybe in two days, we'll be leaving this gray-white galaxy."

Looking at the huge, pale dying star outside the porthole, and then at the silent world that was always shrouded in shadow, Vogrim was reminded of his memories, and his voice was already a little emotional, and it was impossible to refuse.

Luo Jia was silent for a moment, he did not answer immediately, but after the briefest thought and self-persuasion, he proudly placed his [Sacred Words] in front of several blood brothers, as if it was the perfect answer to everything.

The phoenix looked at the book, his beautiful face in the clearest form in the fire-filled synagogue, and there was nowhere to escape even the slightest detail: so that the Lord of the Second Legion, who had remained silent and had a very low presence, could clearly see that in the Phoenician countenance, there was a distorted emotion of the two meanings of "as expected" and "why is it again", so that the perfect face deliberately created by the Phoenicians had a momentary visible crack.

And at the moment when the rift was fleeting, the proud voice of the Lord of the Bearers rang out in everyone's ears.

"That's my answer, brother."

"The way of salvation is in it."

“……”

"The Book of the Word?"

Although it is a question sentence, the Phoenician tone is firm.

"You feel dependent on your ...... Books that can change Nostramo? ”

"Of course."

Luo Jia's gentle smile was mixed with something indescribable, but enough to make everyone's brows furrow, it was a mixture of paranoia, arrogance and fanaticism, which seemed even more abrupt in his successive words.

"My brothers, we cannot deny the reality that God our Father made us, created empires, and shaped our destinies, that he is powerful enough to master the past and the future, that he is wise enough to see glory and shame, and that his will is strong enough to determine whether countless galaxies and worlds should flourish or be reduced to dust in his wrath."

"We have always been guided and directed by the Father, and have created such a great cause: I do not deny that this cause has belonged to us and countless warriors, but without the will of the Father, without the judgment of the Father, without the grace of the Father to take the galaxy into his hands again, we would not have been able to do all this, and we would not have been able to take such a long step of jihad."

"A great cause is built by our sweat and blood, but the cause of this cause, and indeed of our own existence, is due in all the grace of God the Father, and in all because of His unrivaled will and strength: in the face of such power, all the sins and filth of the world are but ashes between the fingers, and how can they resist the glory that comes from Him."

"And the world in front of us, even if it is a mother planet belonging to the original genogen, even if its dead silence and silence are enough to make our hearts frightened, but in the face of the words and wisdom brought by the will of God the Father, it will eventually be reborn in the nirvana brought by faith, and thus bathed in supreme light."

【……】

Morgan turned his head to look at his glittering brother in the silence of her genetic prototypes, the extraordinarily lucid psionic energy in his mind loyally telling the Spider Queen what she had discovered.

Luo Jia is sincere, his every word is sincere, he really thinks that the book in his hand is the only answer to all the problems of Nostramo and even the world.

"What the hell are you trying to say, Roga."

On the other side, the Genomorph of the Fist of the Empire had already frowned, and with his voice like a mountain stone, he had forcefully planned the next words of the Lord of Colchith, and Luo Jia was not angry, he turned his gaze to his brother, and repeated his point with the same seriousness as Dorne.

"I'm answering the question that Vogram has asked me, Donne, I'm outlining how God has chosen me to teach our brother, how I will lead him to the right path, and how I will bring the world beneath our feet to life."

"By that book of yours?"

"It's faith, Dorne, it's the only right faith in this obscurantist galaxy."

"I will spread the gospel of God the Father to this land, so that every Nostramo person will be bathed in the light of God the Father, their dry hearts will be nourished, their confused future will be lit up, they will become the most faithful servants and believers of God the Father, and then the disappearance of iniquity, obscurity and ignorance will be a matter of course."

"That's my answer, and I think I've answered it very clearly."

"No, Roga."

Dorne stood up.

"You are not answering Vogrim's question at all, you are simply listing a whole bunch of useless and dry words to tout what you call the so-called God of the Father: not to mention that this obscurant belief is an act of forbidden behavior by the emperor, and is a betrayal in the true sense of the word, and your book alone cannot improve the state of affairs in any world."

"Listen to me, Roga."

"An iron fist can rule a world, order can create a society, a fortress can stabilize an entire galaxy: but the book full of religious creeds in your hand cannot do anything, its only function is to make the people of the whole world a waste who only knows how to worship the gods, and the spirit of hard work and struggle will no longer appear in the hearts of men, because they have long since admitted that they are nothing more than slaves of the so-called gods."

"Not a slave, Dorne, but a believer in God the Father, the cornerstone of His great cause."

"A slave is a slave: if you spray a piece of rusted scrap metal with deceptive paint, it can be used again to forge a fortress?"

"The completion of any fortress does not depend on scrap metal, just as the great deeds of an emperor cannot be built by a group of slaves, your words are the most blasphemous and unforgivable lies to countless people who died for the empire, and what sustains them to burn everything for the great expedition is not the so-called faith, but the noble qualities that are born in the hearts of people, loyalty and dedication, selflessness and courage."

Dorne's words were blunt and hard, but they did not send Roga into anger, the lord of the Bearers had one of the gentleest temperaments among the emperor's heirs, and he was infinitely tolerant of his brother.

"Of course, I do not deny the existence and preciousness of the noblest emotions you have celebrated: loyalty, devotion, selflessness and courage, but I would also like to remind you of the simplest truth."

"It is precisely because of the existence of God the Father, and because of the will and grace of God the Father, that mortals have these noble things in their hearts, and the core of this noble quality is only the outward manifestation of their giving of everything they have to the Father: is this not also part of the faith?"

"Dorne, my brother."

"How reckless your accusations are, and how reckless do you see the real truth: in the western part of Holy Terra, in the myriad realms near my hometown of Colchis, I have already put my ideas into practice countless times, convincing hundreds of worlds of the Gospel of the Father: while your legions burn those worlds of infinite value with fire, and waste vast amounts of military power for their discontent and rebellion, every world I have recovered can feed back the Father's cause as quickly as possible, Become a faithful servant who can never be betrayed. ”

"They are not slaves, Dorne, they are loyal servants of the Emperor, great cornerstones like you and me, the greatest contributor to the will of the Father in the galaxy, and the best proof that the Father's rule will last forever."

After Luo Jia's repeated speeches, even the forbidden troops on duty in the corridor outside could clearly feel the endless coercion emanating from the genetic prototype of the Imperial Fist.

Dorne spoke.

"Do you know what you're talking about, Roga?"

"To degrade the nobility and courage of the victim to the fanatical worship of the slave to his master, to distort the great destiny of mankind into a deliberate tribulation set up by the Emperor, to desecrate the bright future that our father had painstakingly conceived for the sake of all mankind, to his ambition to establish eternal security."

"Every word you say is an unquestionable betrayal."

"It's a betrayal of the emperor."

The voice of the Lord of the Emperor Fist exploded in the room like thunder, and all the genetic agents couldn't help but shake their brows at this overly straightforward accountability, except for Ferrus, who seemed to have no interest in all of this, and even Luo Jia couldn't keep his original smile.

"What do you want to say, Donne?"

"You want to accuse me of distorting the Father's divine will?"

"This is not an accusation, and I have no authority to file a complaint against you, this is a statement of facts."

"Facts?!"

The tone of the Lord of the Bearers finally took on a hint of gunpowder.

"You tell the truth, you want to say that I have twisted the will of the Father? Do you want to say that my faith is ridiculously blasphemous and polluted? Or am I using the Father's grace for my own benefit? ”

"Alright, Roga."

Fogham was the first to put on his perfect smile and stretched out his hands, eager to stop the storm.

"I'm sure Dorne isn't the ......"

"No, that's what I meant."

Dorn interrupted Fogham's words of persuasion and spoke firmly, glaring at his Colchis brothers, unswayed by the growing anger.

"You have misinterpreted the will of the Emperor, you have disobeyed the Emperor's orders, you have ignored the demands of the Holy Terra, you have persistently walked on the wrong path, your so-called piety is only the flame that makes it all worse, and sooner or later you will be consumed by them, or you will be punished by the Emperor before then."

"If you are really as loyal to the Emperor as you say you are, then you should do his job more than define him by your own mind, has the Emperor clearly told you that he is a god? He never said that, so what right do you have to claim that he is a god? ”

"It's a fact! This is the Father's test and screening of us! ”

"This is not true, this is nothing more than your delusion of self-deception."

"Delusional? Then how do you explain the power of the Father, and how do you explain why the entire galaxy is falling into depravity and division, but only our Father can gather such great power, can formulate such a grand plan and plan, and once again master the galaxy for mankind. ”

"You can't argue with the facts, Dorne, the power of God the Father is truly manifested in front of all of us, and surrendering to and following His power is the only right path for humanity, and this right path has brought a new galactic empire to humanity, and it is destined to bring more in the future."

The wrath of the Lord of the Speakers accumulates in a visible stance, but it is far from the point where it will make a big move: even if it is furious to the extreme, Luo Jia's upbringing and habits have limited the upper limit of his anger, so that he cannot do anything that will break out more violently with his brother.

But still, before Fogham was able to take advantage of this and calm things down, Dorne spoke up again.

"Luo Jia."

"First of all, we are only generals and heirs of the Emperor, and we have no authority to explain that his power never came, nor was we qualified to dictate his plans, and this is your first mistake: you did not obey the Emperor's orders, but used your own mind to distort the Emperor's will and put your desires above loyalty to the Emperor."

"That alone is enough for the Emperor to punish you, and just like our lost brother, your actions are destined to bring the Emperor to shame."

"Nope! Dorne! I am the most faithful servant of the Father, and I cannot be disciplined by Him! ”

"When you have this idea, you deserve to be punished, Roga."

"You ......"

"Enough! Two of you! ”

Fogham snapped, slamming his palm on the table with a loud bang: after realizing that gentle persuasion was no longer enough to quell the flames burning in the room, Phoenix had to do something he didn't like.

After flicking a glance and asking Ferus to press Dorne to his seat, the Phoenician walked between the two tense primitives, keeping their distance from each other, not forgetting to take the opportunity to give Morgan next to Roga a look: although he was not particularly familiar with these new blood relatives, Fogham was sure that Morgan understood what he meant.

And the Lord of the Second Legion did not disappoint her blood relatives, and Morgan, who had seen enough of the play, stood up and dragged Luo Jia to his seat, and defused his anger with only one sentence.

Can you show me your book of the Sacred Sayings, Roga? 】

"Huh? What...... Ah, of course! ”

As one of the best-tempered genetic agents on the surface, Roga had actually dissipated most of his anger the moment he sat down: in the past few decades of missionary career, the Lord of Colchis had not encountered a stubborn person like Dorne, and he had long been accustomed to keeping calm and controlling his anger in front of such people.

Only this time, the person who so bluntly blasphemed his faith was actually his blood brother, which inevitably made the genetic prototype of the bearer break for a while.

But even so, after hearing the obvious interest in the Sacred Word in Morgan's words, Roga's anger vanished in an instant, and did not reach the other blood relative, on the contrary, he eagerly held his book and dedicated it to his blood relative with the utmost enthusiasm.

"Actually, this is a gift I have prepared for you, Morgan, I have written every word of this book with my own hands, and I have purified it with holy water, it is a unique book of faith, and it is a unique product that even I cannot reproduce again."

The words of the Lord of the Bearers flowed into Morgan's ears like a long river of chatter, and were discharged from the other ear with a smile from her, but on the surface, the Spider Queen did give Luo Jia the courtesy that came to her mind: she solemnly took the book, listened to Luo Jia's every word seriously, and asked rhetorical questions from time to time to show that she was indeed thinking about the words of the Lord of the Bearers.

In just a few minutes, the original anger of the genogen turned into a gushing of another blood relative, which made Fogham look at Morgan approvingly, and then turned his head and joined Ferus to silence Dorn as much as possible: in any case, words like betrayer or lost should never appear on the emperor's warship.

And after enduring Luo Jia's most passionate introduction for a few minutes, and seeing that the praise of the Sacred Word was about to turn into another sermon on the belief in the so-called God Emperor, Morgan opened his mouth and asked a question that she had been thinking about.

[Roga, my brother. 】

[I just heard you say: All you need is this book of the Divine Word to govern the whole of Nostramo. 】

"That's right, Morgan."

[Why?] 】

"Because the will of God the Father encompasses all things, no matter what kind of original sin and blasphemy the world under our feet has, they will all be in the Father's anticipation and wisdom, and cannot resist the glory from the Father."

[You mean to say that the Emperor had foreseen everything and knew the answers to all his questions: including how to make Nostramo better.] 】

"Exactly, blood relative."

[So, you only need this holy book of yours to practice the wisdom of the emperor, and you can let the people of Nostramo know the emperor's words and will?] 】

"That's right."

[So, does this book record the words and will of the emperor?] 】

Luo Jia shook his head.

"I have not yet had the privilege of being able to hear so much of the Father's will, and this book is the unwavering evidence that I have come up with through countless observations and practices, as well as a clear manifestation of the countless miracles and legends of God the Father."

[Ah, that's ......]

Morgan blinked.

[To put it simply, although you did not receive the will and affirmation from the emperor, but through your efforts, your collection and observation, you wrote a book to announce to people with your own words and conclusions that the emperor is actually a god? 】

"I just got a revelation."

What did he say to you? 】

Luo Jia shook his head.

What kind of revelation is that? 】

There was a sickly fervor on the countenance of the Lord of the Spoken, and the burning glow of his pupils was even brighter than the countless golden runes on his face.

"The most obvious revelation, Morgan, is it possible for mortals to have such great legions and empires? Can mortals create beings like you and me, can mortals emit the light of the sun and come and go freely in the deadly void? ”

"Although our Father has not yet given a formal will, but Morgan, my dear blood relative, every act of his deeds, any of his victories, is a great miracle that cannot be refuted, and all possess a powerful divine power contained in it, and is not a being with such a miracle and divine power a god?"

【……】

[So, Luo Jia. 】

[Do you think the emperor is a god because he is so powerful?] 】

"That's just part of the reason."

[But is it really one of the main reasons?] 】

Luo Jia didn't start, but nodded.

[Then, after you thought that he was a god, although you did not receive a personal word or affirmation from the emperor, you still proclaimed yourself an apostle of the gods, and took up this great responsibility, and explained the emperor's actions with your own thoughts, arbitrated the emperor's identity with your own judgment, and explained to the people why he was a god? 】

"It's my calling, Morgan, it's my birth."

[I think that although the emperor did not recognize this responsibility, his silence and non-refutation came from the acquiescence of the gods. 】

"Rarely do gods really admit one thing, blood relatives, because the influence on the mortals is so great, and our Father is merciful, and He doesn't even care if the world really appreciates His grace."

[I think, this is also the point of view that you have explored yourself? 】

"Obvious facts."

Morgan was silent for a moment, she looked at the brother in front of her who had not forgotten to whisper prayers while talking, and thought about the figures of the rest of her blood relatives in her mind, and for a moment she couldn't think of which one of them Luo Jia could be put together.

Half an hour later, with the last glimmer of hope remaining, Morgan looked at the progenitor who bowed his head in prayer and asked her last question.

[So, Luo Jia. 】

[Why do you think humans follow the emperor as a god?] 】

The prayer snapped to an abrupt end, and the Bearer's genetic prototyp silently opened his eyes, looked up at his blood relative, and silently stared at Morgan's blue-blue pupils.

After a few seconds, he smiled.

"If you think about it, it means that you are really talented, Morgan, and you must have listened carefully to what I just said, and you must have felt something."

[I feel that I am far less talented than you in this regard. 】

"No, there is no need to be so humble, my dear blood relatives, we are all believers in God the Father, we are equal before Him, and although I am the forerunner of the Father's faith, the only difference between me and you is that I have a more authoritative understanding of the Father's revelation."

Authority......

Morgan whispered the word in her mind, and a silent sneer crossed her lips.

[So, what is the answer, Luo Jia? 】

"The answer is simple, Morgan."

Luo Jia's pious face was like that of a sin saint bathed in the blood of countless innocents, who had thrown down his sword and been forgiven by the gods.

"The galaxy is so dark, the void is so terrifying, and the hegemony that humanity once prided itself on is so fragile in the face of the malice of the world: all of them prove that only following the greatest gods is the true future and path of mankind."

"Only by admiring the great power of the emperor can mankind achieve the best future in the galaxy."

Therefore, we believe in the Emperor because he is the most powerful being in the galaxy, able to give us hope, shelter and future, and can keep us completely safe under his wing. 】

"At this stage, it's enough for you to have that kind of awareness, Morgan."

Roga's smile was gentle, but also sincere and joyful: it didn't disappear until he caught a glimpse of the strange hook at the corner of Morgan's mouth, but there was a fleeting confusion.

"Are you still confused, sister?"

【…… Ah, no. 】

[I just, I remembered something that pleased me. 】

"What's the matter?"

[That's not important, Luo Jia, that's not important at all. 】

Luo Jia blinked, he wanted to ask more carefully, but Vogrim on the side had already strode over and hugged his two blood relatives.

"It's glad to see that you're no longer angry, my dear brother."

"I've never been angry, Phoenix."

"Maybe."

The Phoenicians did not dwell on the words of the Lord of the Bearers, but looked at their other blood relatives and squeezed their eyes at her.

"Ah, a book, is this a gift from Roga, Morgan?"

[Yes, but it's also a gift that I took the initiative to ask for.] 】

"You can offer it once, or twice, because Ferus and I have prepared a gift for you, but my gift is too big to come out with right now."

[I'm already grateful for your kindness, Fogream. 】

Morgan's smile was as perfect as that of the Chemos Phoenix, and with that, she stirred up the rift in the space around her, from which a few books slowly floated out.

[Here's my memory: Thankfully, I was prepared.] 】

"Ah...... Another book......"

"Okay, what's this book about?"

[Just look at its name.] 】

"Okay, let me see."

Fogrem glanced at the book, which was a little too plain.

Basic Course of Think Tank Professionalism and Reference for Solutions to Various Common Problems of Psychic Ability Loss

“…… Good name. ”

"Does Conrad have that too?"

[Of course.] 】

"I thank him for your generosity, dear Morgan, after all...... There seems to be something unpleasant about your meeting. ”

[Not really...... Very unpleasant, after all, just a few impulsive words. 】

"yes...... It's just a few words, but I think it's enough to create some gap between you, and as I said in my first words, it's unlikely that your father will list you as Coz's educator. ”

[yes, I can't imagine my relationship with Conrad, if it were me, maybe I would have taught him to be bad.] 】

"How bad?"

[Probably...... Like our Otrama brothers, or our Caliban knights, and the shoddy integration of both, maybe even worse. 】

[Well, it's an exaggeration.] 】

[If I really want to say it, I may teach him to be a normal person who is no different from ordinary mortals.] 】

"That's bad enough."

(End of chapter)