After the first second of stepping into the Temple of Ral, Lorga Aurelian retracted his feet from the temple's first floor tile and lifted the Enlightener as well.

He grasped it in his hands, preferring to let the heavy scepter and his armor rub against each other and creak rather than let its tail touch the ground.

There is no other reason than that those floor tiles are not simple.

They are alive.

The body of the Lahr makes up the basic part of the floor tiles, and if this seems too vague, imagine a horde of twisted and twisted deformed snake creatures.

Think carefully of their wet scales and glittering eyes, the pink letters that spit out from time to time, the bodies that have been broken to fit the structure of the floor tiles, the bones that have been carved into the pattern when they are exposed, and the internal organs that lie together to breathe after being laid out

Luo Jia's gaze gradually changed, and became disgusted, extremely disgusted. The Lal man was far more depraved than he had imagined.

However, there has always been no shortage of such twisted evils in religions, and living sacrifices and even all kinds of horrific atrocities have occurred in the history of other religions.

That's why he believed in the emperor so much - as early as the moment he saw the emperor with his own eyes, Luo Jia understood one thing.

His father was different from the other gods, who were false, distorted, and concocted liars.

And the emperor is different.

The Emperor will die for humanity until the last moment. Then, the religion founded on the foundation of the emperor is bound to be the most righteous and glorious religion in the galaxy, and human beings need the emperor and a savior like him to dispel the darkness.

Just like this moment.

Luo Jia gripped his scepter, looked ahead, and took a step.

He didn't want to do it, but he had to, and he wanted to destroy the temple from within.

Stepping on the still alive deformed bodies of the Lal and trampling on their twisted snake tails, Lorja stepped into the temple.

It's deep and sticky, there's no toxins in the air, and the skin of the Great Speaker still glows golden. He scanned his surroundings without fear, coldly observing the evils of these pagans.

The walls are mostly made of pinkish-purple coral reefs, and the tails of some of the remains of the Lars, who appear to have degraded and returned to their ancestors, are hooked up to each other in the walls.

Their bodies were dissected, their internal organs and most of their bones were gone, and the few that remained were nailed to the walls by bone nails.

The ground was still soft and breathing. The people of the Lal who make up the tiles seem to have all known about his arrival. More eyes opened, expecting to be trampled on, longing for pain.

Loja was indifferent to all of this, and he resisted the thought of turning back and having the Judgment Star Warband of the Bearers come and burn it all to ashes, and continued on his way.

There is no doubt that his behavior is doubtful.

If it was a normal temple, then he could indeed inspect it as Cole Fallon said. This is the style of the Bearers, who despise paganism.

But this temple was not normal, and at this moment, the most important thing he should do was not to continue deeper, but to shake hands with the impulse in his mind and turn away. Let his heirs take promethium with them and turn this place to ashes with the flames of fury.

But Lorga didn't want that.

In the temple, there must be a priest. Especially in a race like the Lals, whose priesthood is likely to be able to hold both power and religious leadership. What does Luo Jia want to do at the moment? The answer is actually quite simple.

He was going to find the priest, and then he was going to grab it and hang it above the temple gate.

At the same time, he will give the surviving Lal people a good look - this is what will happen to not believing in the true God and committing obscenity! If they scream or cry, then the Great Speaker will be very satisfied.

Undoubtedly, his ideas seem incomprehensible, in fact, even stupid. But believers can never be judged by common sense, and faith and intellect can only coexist in the end.

If a person is religious, his intellect will certainly make way for faith at certain moments. If a person is intellectually transcendent, and reason is always present, it is impossible for faith to bring his intellect to its knees.

And which side is Luojia?

No one has an answer.

The Great Speaker walked into the depths of the temple with a cold face, and the air and environment began to become more and more humid, not cold, but with an annoying damp heat. Smoke rose from the bodies of the 'floor tiles'.

The walls have changed, and many openings have replaced the bones of the Lahrs. Through them, Luo Jia could observe the flames of war in the outside world, but he didn't stop there, a colorful light had already appeared in his vision.

Dreamlike, for unknown reasons, some of the statues were illuminated by the light.

They were large, muscular monsters of sorts, with many arms and a monstrously curvy double horn on top of their heads. A series of prickly pink-purple rings connected their chests, and none of the statues were wearing any clothing. Extremely suggestive.

Staring at them, Luo Jia's tense nerves finally broke off at this moment, and he angrily lifted the Enlightener, and the breaking position began to crackle.

"Boom!"

A heavy thud resounded throughout the temple at this moment, and Luo Jia destroyed a statue with a single blow of rage, and did not intend to stop there.

Its shards were rolling, but he was already running to the next statue. The Enlightener swung as he swung it, and the Primordial took the scepter with his extraordinary power, angrily striking at the stone creations until they were completely destroyed.

He withdrew his scepter, only to hear a small whisper of humming. Turning his head, he saw a Lal man in a dark purple fabric walking towards him.

The xenomorph looked very old, its skin was full of wrinkles, most of its scales had fallen off, and only a scarred white remained among the dozen or so scales. Its eyes were not black like the other Lahrs, but a purple color.

Luo Jia narrowed his eyes and shook his head in disgust - he had already accomplished his goal, at least halfway there. At the same time, the scepter was handed out by him again.

Despite Cole Fallon's statement that there were no guards, Loja remained vigilant. He knew how difficult it was for the warriors of the Lahrs.

"Get on your knees, heretic." Luo Jia said coldly.

The language he speaks is authentic High Gothic, and this alien is categorically impossible to understand. But he didn't need it to understand, and any sapient creature could understand the threat contained in the primordial tone.

The old priest looked at him with a submissive posture, not the slightest threat, but he did not kneel either. Luo Jia walked towards it, deciding to break its spine before dragging it out and hanging it.

However, at this moment, the Nalal actually spoke.

"Stop, son of God, I have no ill will."

For a moment, Luo Jia was startled by the sound of the thing—despite its ugly appearance, the voice of the Ral's alien sounded very pleasant. But he quickly frowned and even quickened his pace.

"Where did you learn High Gothic?" Luo Jia came to it, and the tip of the Enlightener's staff leaped dangerously with lightning. The primordial's tone was low, threatening. "Also, what did you just call me?"

"I learned this language many years ago," the priest's voice sounded meaningful. "Son of God, I call you so."

"You shameless alien, filthy and lowly heretic worthy of using the language of humanity?" Luo Jia raised the Enlightener, but did not wave it down for the time being. He held it up and let it serve another purpose of the weapon - threatening.

"Tell me, why do you call me that?"

"For I can see the God in which you believe," said the priest. "Brilliant as the sun."

Luo Jia smiled, and he reached out and pinched the alien's neck. The Primordial stared at it, watching with satisfaction as it sank into the pain of suffocation, but was completely indifferent.

"You deserve to describe him, too? Are you worthy to see him? He said coldly. I don't know where you learned your High Gothic, but I don't care either. You deserve to die, you and all your compatriots deserve to die. Only one race is destined to rise in the galaxy. ”

The priest struggled desperately, its eyes reflecting the gloomy and furious face of Loja Aurelian.

In that thick purple, even Luo Jia's appearance changed. Instead of carrying an alien, he held a sharp blade in one hand. A blade with a slight curve and a fine silver carving.

But what about in Luo Jia's eyes?

He was just still clutching the priest's neck, and even increasing his strength a little bit—he had changed his mind, and he wanted this alien to die now.

Among the many primordial forms, Luo Jia's conquest progress can be said to be the slowest. Every time he went to a human planet that needed to be recovered, he was willing to spend years preaching, little by little, to make the local people believe in the emperor and devote themselves to the empire

He would do his best to avoid casualties and bloodshed, which sounded benevolent and even pedantic, but that was only because he was dealing with humans.

Dealing with aliens and infidels, Lorja Aurelian can be more cruel than anyone else.

As now.

Little by little, he contracted his fingers and watched with satisfaction as the priest died in a desperate suffocation.

The Great Speaker smiled coldly, pinched its corpse, turned around, and walked the way it came. The priest is dead, but his body will still be burned along with the temple.

He walked within the temple with his head held high, his shadow stretched long by a white glow that was different from the seven colors. In his shadow, the ralls that made up the tiles danced wildly. Their tails hook up with each other, and a viscous, fishy-smelling liquid spills out from under their bodies

Ten minutes later, he walked out the door. Cole Fallon's expression quickly changed when he saw him.

"Great—" The eloquent former pastor stammered at the moment. "-My lord?!"

"What's wrong, Cole?" Luo Jia returned to normal and asked gently. "What's the problem?"

Cole Fallon didn't answer, just glanced him up and down. Such an offensive act did not make Luo Jia angry, and he even acquiesced to the inquiry, and waited patiently. It took a few minutes for Cole Fallon to regain his normal condition.

"It's all right, my lord." The commander of the company of the Bearer smiled very reluctantly. "How did you harvest in the temple?"

Lorga raised her left hand and showed the corpse of the alien priest to Cole Fallon. The latter did not begin to expound on the shamelessness of the aliens as loudly as he had before, as he thought, but glanced at Luo Jia with an extremely unfamiliar look.

"What does that mean, sir?" Cole Fallon asked.

"You'll know." Luo Jia said.

He turned around and took a closer look at the battlefield. The bombardment had long since ceased, but the artillery was still in operation, and the battle cries of the Whisperers could still be clearly captured by the original body in the wind. Luo Jia smiled, turned on the built-in voice channel, and began a speech to all the whisperers on the ground.

"Speakers, loyal believers of the Emperor, look at me!" Luo Jia raised her arms and shouted. "Look at Lorga Aurelian!"

He raised his left hand and showed the alien to his children. He knew that they could see that, as in all previous wars against the Xenomorphs, this time, the Bearer had also won.

"You have come out of the blood and fire, you have slaughtered the aliens, and you have brought peace and stability to the humanity behind you, just as I did! And that's exactly what the Emperor asks us for! He would be proud of us."

With her back to Cole Fallon, Loja began a heartfelt speech.

The Whisperers slay the remnants of the Rahr as they listened to the Primordial's words. They would glance at him from time to time, but the focus of their eyes could no longer be on the original body, but was inexplicably drawn to the sword in his left hand.

Cole Fallon watched all this with his hands clenched into fists, and a chill slowly bloomed in his heart like falling into an ice cellar.

Silently, he put on his helmet, turned on the eyepiece's drop function via a neural connection, and entered a secret chat channel to speak to the Law of Loyalty in orbit above the planet.

A runic signal representing Erebus swiped underneath his retina, followed by a line of characters: [What happened? 】

The commander of the company of the Bearer replied in silence.

[Lorga Aurelian is crazy. And the sword, Erebus. Can you tell what it is? 】

Erebus was silent for several minutes before he could reply.

This is not what is stated in the prophecy. 】

[Yes.] 】

Cole Fallon replied and closed the chat. Lorga O'Relian, who had already turned his head and finished his speech, was now smiling at Cole Fallon and raising his sword aloft.

Like an overcomer, a triumphant general.

Ironic to the extreme.

"Hang it on that door!" Luo Jia said loudly. "Burn the temple with it again! Cole! I'm leaving! ”

With that, he shoved his sword into Cole Fallon's hand, and hurried away, presumably to see his brother.

Cole Fallon looked at his back in silence, then looked down at the sword in his hand, and a whisper quietly rose from his heart.

He was always so naïve and naïve. Don't you want to take complete control of him?

"Oh, O High Heaven, shut up." Cole Fallon muttered to himself. "I'll burn you with a promethium flamethrower right away."

The voice chuckled: It doesn't have to be so, dear depraved. I don't dare to stay any longer, that terrible nightmare is about to stare at me, good luck, good luck and early favor.

Holding the weapon, which had been completely reduced to mortality, Cole Fallon's face twitched violently under his helmet.

There is one more chapter.

In addition, the original title of this chapter is not this, the original title is "Lorja Aurelian, I am waiting for you on Lahr Street"

"Luojia: All eyes are on me! I'm a—"

(End of chapter)