In the depths of the command center is Luojia's current residence.

Ever since his conflict with Johnson and the entrusting of all the Legion's affairs to Angeltay, he has come to live in seclusion and no longer bother with all trivial matters.

No matter what the point of the Whisperer was about to clash with the Dark Angel, Luojia never looked at the nervous signals in the battle report.

He was just writing scriptures in silence, depicting the brilliance of the Emperor with his rhetoric and piety, washing his heart full of pain and confusion with faith, and letting the tide of doubt continue to flow in his soul.

Just as every martyr laments on his deathbed, sighing for his sins that he will never be able to atone for, but also proud to have witnessed the revelation of the gods.

The thing called faith has been with him for almost his whole life, but it is not until the imminent destruction that Luojia realizes that the weight of faith is more than just a dry hymn can contain.

It can symbolize both the scale of a person's peak and the redemption of a person's fall into the abyss.

Luojia's fingertips slowly ran over the rough parchment, the ink on which had not yet dried stained the paper, and the ornate and elegant High Gothic poetry became blurred.

The beautiful verses that can be sung through the ages in the mundane world are completely erased by a finger.

That's the perfect city, that's the Colchis.

From these blurred and dirty inks, Luojia did not see anything worthy of praise, anything that could bring out his own value, and immortalize the faith he wanted to interpret.

It is precisely because of this that Luojia sees more important things in these blurred inks.

Once upon a time, Luojia needed to calm her mind by writing scriptures.

But now, he doesn't need it anymore.

Faith does not need to be corroborated, and loyalty does not need to be emphasized.

To follow in the footsteps of miracles is not to go through ornate chants, but to simply practice His words and deeds, which is already the most sacred procession.

At this moment, Luojia seems to be able to empathize with the people of her perfect city.

They were forever asleep by the fire and rain of trials that fell from heaven, and they were dusted by the rebellion of Erebas.

All of this is a test of the God Emperor, and none of this is a test of the God Emperor.

From beginning to end, the will of the God Emperor is to send Luojia to the stars and win the last hope for the future of mankind.

But he spent most of his life immersed in meaningless red tape, trying to show his value and role to the audience like the harlequin of the troupe.

It's really... How sad.

The rain of fire falling from the sky, the guilt of rebellion, and even the blood debt of billions of lives.

He should have realized this.

Luojia slowly clenched the scriptures in her hand, and completely shredded the once priceless hymn book into a pile of worthless waste paper.

The gap between priceless and priceless is only so big.

The warm candlelight flickered, and the room that was once full of ancient books and religious overtones was now a mess, written by Luojia – countless unique books that would last forever had been reduced to crumpled and broken scraps of paper.

At the same time, the candle flame illuminates Luojia's face: the once noble and dignified incantations have been erased like his work, leaving only twisted dirt and two lines of dried traces of blood and tears.

Obviously, the collapse and madness may not all be hysteria.

Silence is the norm.

During this time, Luojia thought a lot.

This includes, but is not limited to, his own past, the destruction of the Perfect City, the rebellion of his adoptive father and the chief priest, and the indifferent and cold expression of the Lord of Mankind.

He was born as a Son with His divine powers, but he was unable to straighten his back in the face of setbacks one after another.

Is it a trial, a grind, or an established affliction?

Luojia didn't know.

But the tragedy of the perfect city has been forged, and the catastrophe of Colches is on the horizon -

Sometimes, Luojia asks herself. Is one's faith worthless? Are your expectations meaningless?

He paid a lot of money to get to the bottom of it.

Through the instinct of being gradually awakened, Luojia looked through the curtain of subspace and saw many frightening facts.

The burning Milky Way, the boiling stars... and the Lord of Darkness, who sits on the throne.

No... Luojia felt that the [thing] was not at all the person or thing she knew, but the aura it emanated was so familiar, familiar to the point that it was incomprehensible.

And in that phantom filled with indigo mist, Luojia clearly saw his back—a strong, tired, but self-actualized genetic prototype.

His path is no longer entangled in faith, and his actions are no longer wrapped in responsibility, like a believer who has completed a pilgrimage on a long journey.

However, 'Luojia' committed a heinous crime for this.

He dedicated an illusory door to the invasion of reality by the four gods of chaos, and laid the bones of countless people he knew and loved to ignite the galactic rebellion.

After seeing all this, Luojia instantly understood why Elaine would kill Erebus at that point in time, and why she had to do everything in her power to make herself trust that the Lord of Humanity was indeed a god.

If you fall into the abyss of no longer being favored by faith, you will be led to the path of depravity and sin.

Yes, depraved.

Although the illusion wants Luojia to see what she yearns for at the moment, 'self-realization'.

However, Luojia, who loves humanity deeply and believes that 'faith can redeem mankind', cannot see the earthly heaven that she imagined in such a future.

All he saw was a rotten, crumbling, crumbling corpse quenching its thirst by drinking on the poisonous liquor called 'Faith'.

Luojia doesn't agree with it from the bottom of her heart... It's a future I'm looking forward to.

Although it bears a resemblance to Elaine's depiction of the religious heavens, it is forged with endless suffering and sacrifice, like the roar of a wounded beast.

The value of faith does not need to be measured.

Before Elaine arrived, Luojia was ready to be buried with Colchis, and this was the best chance to eradicate that cruel future.

He should have been the sole owner of all this.

If he disappears, then the flame of rebellion will naturally be impossible to mention.

The breeding of depravity may not go away, but Elaine, who is similar to herself and can see the future, will definitely rewrite the future full of suffering.

However, after Elaine's arrival, the Dark Angel departed.

Luojia was not relieved by this.

Because it represents the atonement for his sins, which has only just begun.

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With the pressure from the Lion King, Luojia was finally put back on track, and when the iron man was dealt with, he was going to go to the Fear Eye Atonement Expedition!

(End of chapter)