"That little guy killed a dozen plague warriors and purified wells, I don't know why you think she's a person who needs to be tested by witches."

"If she doesn't have a friend or foe, then I wouldn't mind if you test her right away, but I've seen with my own eyes that everything she's doing is on the side of humanity."

"If the emperor really would exert his power on someone, then this girl must be the one who carries the emperor's power."

Grote said his opinion.

Iolans left ear goes in and out of right ear.

In fact, there was no need for Grote to talk nonsense, because Aolans had heard Grote talk about all the things about the girl, what Tyrone test methods, what miracles this and that.

But Iolans didn't care.

"I could have ignored you, but out of respect for you, I had to explain it to you."

The red-armored nun leaned against the wall, slowly explaining her reasons to Grote.

"You know, nuns have access to a lot of things that ordinary people can't, like real history, chronicles of living saints, or whatever."

"In one of the histories I saw, there was such a record."

"A living saint has reached the top of the state church, and everyone thinks that he is the spokesman of the emperor's will, because the miracles he has performed are so powerful that even the walking corpses infected by the plague can be restored to normal by him."

"Then this living saint accused many of the Astarte warbands of disloyalty, and in the name of the emperor, ordered them to go on an expedition of atonement."

Speaking of this, Aolans smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Then it turned out that those Astarte warbands were originally loyalists, and the living saint was corrupted, but what he did was irreparable, and those loyal space marines became the lackeys of the dark pseudo-gods in a desperate situation."

"I'm just telling you that the enemy will use what we want to see against us, and those dark false gods don't mind disguising their dirty power as some kind of miracle from the God Emperor."

After hearing all the words, Grote fell into deep thought.

In Grote's brain, there is no distinction between good and evil in the corridor at this time.

Protecting the girl's self is not righteous, and Iolans who wants to use those witch tests for the girl is not bad.

There is no good or evil, only differences in ideas and actions between two people who truly think about humanity.

The Church of the People's Republic of China, the Nuns, the Inquisition.

These three forces are extreme, but they're not all bastards who go around doing bad things to show off their power.

From Iolans' point of view, the witch test is necessary.

Otherwise, because of the pseudo-miracles of the dark gods that have been presented in previous history, believe that the maiden is a living saint, and then exalt her to a high place, and finally give her the power to cause irreparable and great damage?

Grout recalled what Qin Mo had said.

"Human beings have experienced too many cruel things in this dark universe, and the lessons that have been learned from the cost of tens of billions of lives at every turn have forced them to become extreme, because if they are careless, the consequences will be another tragedy of tens of billions, billions or even trillions of lives will be lost."

"Man is like a frightened cat, full of fear and vigilance against all things, whether benign or malicious, and the Inquisition is the minions of this frightened cat."

After thinking about it, Grlot said to the nun, "We tested her in our way, her soul is pure, if you don't believe me, I can ask for that scholar who specializes in psionic energy to come here and test it himself......"

"Is your method of testing recognized by the Empire and the State Church?" "I'm just an ordinary nun, I don't have the authority to decide whether your testing methods are effective or not, I can only do things according to the experience of my predecessors. ”

"......" Grote was silent.

Iolans continued, "And I can't trust you either, you're the Thorax Finisher, and it's hard for me not to think you've been subjected to something when you fought and won alone...... Blessing. The Emperor of God will not care about unbelievers, so what will bless you? ”

This sentence is an accusation.

Grote denies the accusation, but the nun's words make him fall into memory.

It was a memory that he didn't want to remember, the last thing he wanted anyone else to know.

……

The battle for Titus.

On the Celestial Engine satellite structure, Grote lies in the rubble.

The angel who came down from heaven restored his body, just restored, and then flew away.

Grote couldn't believe he had survived, and the lower half of his body had been blown up by the bomb back, and the intestines crushed under the rubble were still outside, but he couldn't feel that he was missing anything.

A self-examination of Power Armor confirmed that Grote was in good shape.

"What courage! What determination! ”

A thunderous voice echoed in Grote's ears.

The voice made him have a splitting headache and hallucinations in front of him.

Grote found himself no longer beneath the ruins of Guardians, but on a plain of blood made of brass and skulls.

A crimson demon spoke to Grote.

"Come with it, come with it to my throne."

"You will have a great power that no mortal creature can have, and I will make you a warrior, a mighty warrior who does not need to die with Thorax and can slaughter thousands of Thorax with just one axe!"

Behind the crimson demon it was as if a giant brass throne had appeared.

Grote fell into deep thought.

There was a sense of familiarity in front of me, the feeling of being in the Lower Nest Gladiatorial Arena, where rivers of blood flowed and statues of the Valiant Champions stood in pools of blood.

Grote's gaze moved upwards to look directly at the throne: "And then I'll be like my brother, who doesn't distinguish between friend and foe, slaughtering weak bastards?" ”

The presence on the throne speaks through the mouth of a demon, and every syllable gives Grote a splitting headache.

"Your brother is not qualified to be my servant, he succumbs to the pleasure of slaughtering the weak, like a twisted reptile, and you are not!"

"You asked for a duel with a Chaos Lord of a Warband, and even because Thorax was injured, you took off your Power Armor and said that it was fair, and you humiliated a Chaos Warlord with your actions! What determination! What a feat! What courage! ”

"The battle between you is nowhere near as fierce as the fight between those Space Marines, but it pleases me more than any killing in the universe!"

Listening to the praise coming out of the demon's mouth, Grote's heart was flat.

"But my brother did believe in you before he became able to slaughter the weak, he used to have a strong ability to empathize, and he didn't hesitate to go over to help when he saw the weak who was bullied."

"So I think ......"

Grout stared directly at the throne: "You are a coward god, and those believers of yours are also cowards, and those who believe in you will bully the weak and become a coward who only enjoys the pleasure of killing and does not care what he fights for, otherwise how did my brother become like that?" ”

“……”

The demon was silent.

After a moment, the demon raised his hand and pointed it at Grote.

A surge of anger filled Grote's chest, his body growing taller and more muscular, blood-red wings sticking out behind him.

"Did you know that I didn't have to think about whether you wanted to be my servant?"

"What a grace it is for me to speak to you personally, and yet you trample this grace under your feet and look at me with prejudice!"

Grote couldn't respond, and his will was all he could use to resist what had invaded him.

But his will was completely inadequate to form a defense.

All sorts of things poured into the brain like a torrent.

Grote knew what was in front of him.

Blood God.

I also learned what was going on with the followers of Thorax, who wanted to please the Blood God with their killing.

And what he is now enduring is the process of ascending to demons, which is exactly what those blood god believers dream of, and he doesn't need to sacrifice his skull in the killing, and he doesn't need to become a champion in the fight, in a way, this is indeed a grace.

But Grote was reluctant to accept this.

"It's going well, I was worried that you would turn into a Chaos Egg."

Grote looked down, and he saw that one of his hands was intact, and one had turned into a blood-red arm thicker than an adult's chest.

However, these anomalies soon dissipated.

Grote felt that something was helping him build his defenses, and all that his weak will, as a mortal, could not resist.

All the illusions in front of me disappeared.

When he woke up, Grlot found himself still lying in the ruins, and everything he had just experienced was like a dream.

If Qin Mo knew about this matter, Qin Mo would be afraid of Grote.

Grote was almost forcibly promoted by the abusive and became a pro-choice like the abusive bride Valkia, who would not be punished by the abusive even if he always failed.

……

"I have not been blessed by any power." Grote turned from his memories back to reality, "Of course I couldn't beat Thorax, he knocked me down in a few casual strokes, or if he wanted me to serve him." In the end, I detonated the bomb and died, but the power armor protected me and I didn't die. ”

"Only you know exactly what happened."

"You are a Tyrone, and even if what you have experienced is enough to keep you scrutinized by the Inquisition for decades, you will not be scrutinized by anyone, because no one dares to wrestle with the Tyrone Navy."

Iolans said as he walked out of the dormitory.

I've got 3,000 words into this chapter, and I'm going to have to go

(End of chapter)