"That was an even greater cause: to save all humanity from ignorance."
Kryfis took a deep breath.
His eyes were filled with fervent expectation. He had been born to liberate all humanity and erase the suffering of the entire species.
That was also the mission of his family and the entire Human Federation—the goal they had striven toward.
Kryfis had never doubted that the Human Federation would return to the Galaxy.
They would return eventually; it was only a matter of time.
As for that rotten, tyrannical Imperium, Kryfis was not overly concerned.
The oppression within the Galaxy ran too deep, while the Human Federation possessed a more advanced civilization, a more prosperous economy, and an equally powerful fleet and warriors.
As long as they led their mighty fleets back, raised their banners, they would naturally attract more supporters.
Moreover, the Human Federation had no intention of opposing faith in The Emperor. It was willing to embrace different cultures, allowing it to unite as many humans as possible.
He would permit any star sector, star system, or Civilized World unable to endure harsh rule to join them, share in this prosperity, and receive greater support for their suffering.
"Perhaps we are the true inheritors of The Emperor's great work, while the so-called Imperium is merely a despicable thief that stole this rich legacy."
Kryfis thought so.
He knew The Emperor's writings by heart, especially the sections concerning Imperial Truth.
In truth, within the Human Federation, The Emperor was neither taboo nor some deity of faith.
They regarded him as a legendary figure from history, a king who had united humanity and led it to rise from the ashes.
Kryfis never belittled The Emperor, but neither did he worship him excessively. Instead, he assessed his merits and faults objectively.
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