In the desert of Colchis, life is always spent in struggle.

As in many of the other driest worlds of the Empire, the local creatures of Colches have always exhausted all means to adapt to the harsh climate change. For the humans who have settled here, their way of fighting nature is through wisdom and technology.

Almost every coastal city has huge water filtration facilities, which are used to irrigate agriculture and cope with seasonal floods in addition to solving the problem of human domestic water, because a standard Colchis year is several times longer than a standard Terra year, these huge dams that can store seasonal floods are one of the miracles of engineering, they can even be the size and scale of an asteroid, trillions of tons of huge water are stored as a water source for irrigation of the land during droughts, It also represents the fountain of life for all human beings.

The Holy City of Grey Flower is a great city-state built on hard work and hard work, drawing on the sacred water from the Holy Spring, and fighting against the brutal winds and sands with the tenacious nature of life.

Vast and fertile farmland stretched out from the walls of the majestic shore, and among them were some hard-working peasants who lived an ancient and industrious life, working from sunrise to sunset, just like the peoples of countless other agricultural worlds, whose dwellings were spread across the land to the extent that the Holy Spring could not provide.

This is another manifestation of the sanctity of human beings – they have overcome nature with science and wisdom.

But even so, the vast desert that dots the entire plate is still a symbol of Colchis's harsh environment, and if it weren't for the parent planet of the genetic prototype, such a world would no longer have the environment to be an agricultural world after hundreds of tithes imposed by the Empire.

Needless to say, Colchis is a hungry world.

Depending on the speaker, the phrase can be accompanied by a smile or a curse. But in any case, the implication of this sentence is true: the continent of Colches is hungry and thirsty in a state of natural wildness, which together breeds the hope of life and the despair of death.

So for other life forms, because they lack the ability to influence their surroundings, adaptation and evolution go hand in hand – which seems to indicate that some overly large forces seem to have visited thousands of years ago to explain the pervasive contradictions in this world.

In this barren and barren world of sand, arid scrubland is particularly common, and many plants have a thick layer of hairs on their leaves that absorb and retain more moisture from rare rainfall, as well as withstand dry winds.

It can be seen that Colches has extremely high requirements for the growth of plants, and the life that is born in this world full of death is great and unyielding, unique.

For years, Imperial scholars had tried to classify the many incomprehensible plants on it, but due to the strange and unpredictable environment of Colchis, they quickly ignored the strange qualities that contained them.

In addition to the desert-growing wildflower, the moon flower, it is of great significance to the Korchis, symbolizing the Korchis' admiration for beauty and resilience throughout the ages.

No matter how small the existence of the moon season, every Colchise does not ignore its existence.

The moon flower blooms with thick, flexible leaves of silver, white, and gray, all to reflect more of the sun's bright light, hindering its own photosynthesis in the name of survival, and like the Korchis, who never cast their eyes on the past and the future.

The effeminate and beautiful moon flower is a gift between lovers, an ornament for weddings and festivals, and the gardener who cultivates and cares for the moon flower is respected by the populace like a teacher and a priest.

Across the balconies of the city, especially on the spire where the covenant is located, the huge hanging garden with white and silver flowers contrasts with the brown stone walls.

Waharradish – was the imperial name given to the capital of Korchis, and in the religious sermons of the ruling class, it was passionately and proudly called the Holy City.

But for the people of Korchis, Oharadish will always be the city of gray flowers.

When the Seventeenth Legion returned to their homeland, the wide streets were filled with cheering crowds, and when the first Storm Bird, a golden vulture, roared to land at the Temple of the Spire, people flocked to see their original body and the return of the Bearers he had brought.

In just one day, news of Lorgar's return to Colchith with the Bearer spread throughout the planet's city-states.

Devout believers walked out of their homes with tears in their eyes and bowed to the shadows of the vast fleet in the sky, for even decades later, some of them still believed in the heir of the god who brought a utopia of peace and peace to Colchis.

Ever since the golden-armored Messiah came to earth and brought Lorga away from Colchis, they had waited for too long and countless days and nights of prayer, and all they hoped for was that the majesty of the gods would once again be sown on the land of Colchis.

Yes, they have waited too long for a reverent encounter with the gods. Although the underdeveloped transportation of Colchis meant that only a few nobles were able to travel by ship to the holy city where the genetic prototypes had once returned, the enthusiasm of these people did not dissipate, and they set up all kinds of religious carnivals in the major cities, and the frenetic festivals of singing and dancing were decided to be held today:

The dull sound of bells in the quaint temples and the reverberation of pious prayers in the magnificent churches are as good as the perfect city of the past, and the splendor of religion and faith once again shines brightly in this feudal world.

Just as God from the starry sky came to pick up His Son for the first time.

Only this time, the return of the Son born in Colchis to the place where he was nurtured seemed to symbolize a new progress in the great cause of conquering the stars—everyone wanted to know the stories of the stars, the hymns that were sung, the pilgrimages of the burly warriors, and the flower of reason that bloomed throughout the galaxy, the holy city known as the "City of Perfection".

Curiosity and reverence drove people to flock to the city where the genetic prototype had returned, to see the divine light with their eyes, to hear the word with their ears.

Even though the ancient cult of the stars had long since been burned out in the Six Years' War, the power of religion was still present in the people of Colchis, and the truth of the empire was clearly not deeply rooted in this religious world.

They may have known that the rationality preached by the Human Empire did not correspond to the idealism espoused by the Corchis, but the acquiescence from the Son Loga led them to selectively ignore the atheism that the Empire Truth highlighted, and cast the power of faith that had been stored up for a long time into the stars.

As a result, the swaying gray flower bloomed into a highly poisonous bud.

Long-dormant pollution is growing at this moment.

……

Transition, after two chapters, become a big demon and come out to play.

Then it's time to take Loga to the Eye of Fear dungeon

Please select your copy

Asadistic Demon Domain

Nazi Garden

Throne of Slaanesh

Tzeentch Palace

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