The best thing about playing strategy games is being able to get everything just right.

For example, as soon as the technology is researched, the unlocked new units can be put into production immediately, rather than having technology and no facilities; There are facilities, but no resources; There are resources, no population, the rhythm is stuck from beginning to end, and the urgency can make people vomit blood three liters.

Weimu's cannery was stuck, by the judge.

And when all kinds of conditions are sufficient, it is forcibly stuck by such a thing as political issues.

If time is not delayed, the production line can produce at least 200 cans.

If you put these two hundred cans outside, you can liberate at least a dozen planets.

That meant the lives of tens of billions of people, and it meant countless imperial possessions.

Wei Mu knew that Fugen could be trusted, and that inaction would only result in the Empire suffering in vain.

But the Inquisitors don't think so, and they believe in the supremacy of security, and they would even prefer to clone that the original never existed.

But the Pastor hasn't been able to win them yet.

So the majestic maelstrom envoy could only put on a Mortarian-style stinky face in front of the inquisitors to express his dissatisfaction.

"Don't look at us like that, we won't be able to agree to this matter if we look at it again." Quinn waved his hand, ignoring Wei Mu's malice, "And besides, there is another important thing that we must remind you of. ”

The Inquisitors are compiling the information they have obtained from interrogating mortals during this time, which may come in handy later.

"It doesn't sound like a good thing to hear from you."

Wei Mu held his chin in his hand, indifferent to what the inquisitors were saying.

I'm already going to toss me like this, no matter what we're talking about next, don't think I'll be honestly cooperative.

Wei Mu decided to fight them, and he didn't believe that he could be taken care of every time.

"It's about the title." Quinn said solemnly, "Your current title is very suspicious of trespassing. ”

A 180-degree extreme turn suddenly appeared, and the topic was suddenly pulled thousands of miles away.

"What do you say? My title? Wei Mu couldn't react for a while.

He quickly went through his various names in his mind, from the Green Prophet to the Smart Boy, to the now well-known Maelstrom Envoy - it had been used for so long, there should be no problem.

And a title like the Green Prophet that has a relationship with aliens, even if you say that it has a little heresy, it still makes a little bit of sense, but what the hell is the arrogance mentioned here? Who is the party that was inexplicably crossed?

"You may not know it yet, but the soldiers have spread the word in private." Quinn took a deep breath and then slowly explained, "What they call you now is St. Viy. ”

One sentence is like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

Wei Mu was suddenly scorched by thunder.

"Wang Defa?"

He even suspected that there was something wrong with his hearing, and the expression on his face was as stiff as petrified.

Saint is a special noun prefix that only saints who have been canonized by the Empire's state religion are eligible to use.

The bearer of this affix is often highly meritorious, religious, entangled in the power of miracles, and has a highly religious résumé.

Whenever these people with sacred titles are mentioned, the minds of the citizens of the Empire automatically conjure up a majestic image that radiates a pure light.

They are considered to be the spokesmen of the Emperor's will, protected and blessed by his supreme power, and are a symbol of all the good qualities of mankind, capable of sweeping away any despair and darkness.

"The soldiers seem to think that you have what it takes to become a saint." "But you should also know that in order to be canonized, an election council composed of a court and the state church must affirm the candidate's qualifications and purity and confirm the validity of the declaration, otherwise even if the candidate's merits are great, it cannot be given this name, after all, the honor of the state religion and the authority of the emperor are at stake." ”

There are grassroots saints who rise among the people, and there are also chosen saints hand-picked by the state religion, but no matter which one they are, they must be canonized by the empire to be official.

The end of the universe is a compilation of this sentence, but it is not just words.

"Are you sure you're not kidding me?" Wei Mu stroked his eyebrows, feeling a little numb.

After going through so much, he has even forgotten that the empire is a feudal, superstitious theocracy.

Whether it is showing too much power or creating too many achievements, the person concerned is easily deified by the people.

"We are the Inquisitors of the Empire, and we never joke about serious things." Quinn replied earnestly, "But rest assured, after thorough investigation and evidence, we have figured out that this matter was not driven by you, but by the spontaneous actions of the soldiers—it was your actions during the Maelstrom Expedition that deeply shocked them. ”

The judges took the initiative to show their intimacy and impartiality.

"It's not the question at all." Wei Mu didn't realize the care, but said excitedly, "Although I have made outstanding achievements, but if you look at me carefully, what is there in my body like the kind of state religion saint who is gentle and frugal, excellent in character and learning, and whose eyes can still exude pure light?" I don't even have wings behind me. ”

"In their eyes, your image is true, isn't that what faith is all about?" "And the Apostle of War, St. Matthieu, who helped the Lord Regent win the plague war, had no wings behind him, and he was canonized on the basis of merit for the Empire and devotion to the Emperor. ”

The inquisitor did not feel that the soldiers had done anything wrong, and it was normal to sing praises after victory, that is, this measure had to be grasped well.

"Don't talk about calves, when I don't know anything, I directly label people as saints, what kind of faith is this?" Wei Mu shouted loudly, "These guys are heretics and rebels, what your Inquisition has to do now is to arrest them, put them all in a cell and step on the sewing machine, and you must stop the spread of this evil trend as soon as possible." ”

But anyone who has a hammer knows that faith is actually a sinkhole in the Warhammer universe, although it looks tall.

Wei Mu doesn't want to be blessed and transformed by hundreds of millions of beliefs one day, so that he can't even maintain his self-awareness.

Seeing that Wei Mu was so excited, the judges thought that he was avoiding suspicion, and said very sincerely: "We are not against your canonization, on the contrary, at such a critical moment, it is a good thing that the empire can produce new saints, but you have to go through the formal process, as for whether the conditions for canonization are really met, we will study this aspect carefully, it is estimated that it will take a lot of time, please be patient and wait for the results, before that, do not consider yourself saints, we have already warned those people below." ”

"Wait, what's going on?" Wei Mu hurriedly stopped, "I don't seem to have said that I want to apply for this thing, why did you arrange it?" ”

However, the emperor did not want to be worshiped as a god back then, and religion was basically pushed by the collective will.

(End of chapter)