Gao Yi arrived at Pilgrim Square, accompanied by Bishop Holt.
The collapsed holy icon of the God-Emperor had been pulled back up.
Yet this holy icon still looked battered, and the bloodstains upon it had not been wiped clean.
There was simply not enough time to properly repair the statue of the God-Emperor in such a short span.
However, the massive piles of corpses that had once cluttered Pilgrim Square had already been cleared.
Even so, the overall appearance remained as it had been during the previous battle.
A temporary high platform had been erected, and this was precisely where Gao Yi would give his speech.
"My Lord, the holy icon is not repaired, the square is not leveled, and even the bloodstains haven't been cleared. Do you truly intend to give your speech here?"
Holt looked at the devastated square, momentarily unable to determine whether Gao Yi was serious.
In the past, whenever there were gatherings before the holy icon of the God-Emperor, which one of them was not solemn and majestic? When had he ever allowed a place of pilgrimage to the God-Emperor to suffer such an indignity?
Although in his heart he did not agree with Gao Yi, who else could it be when Gao Yi was now the Living Saint?
"What of it? This is a witness! Here, the God-Emperor witnessed our loyalty, and these bloodstains and battle scars are the proof we leave behind for fighting heroically for the Imperium!"
Gao Yi cared not a whit. Compared to a pristine Pilgrim Square, the current square was far more likely to evoke resonance, seeing as people had been fighting here with their very lives not long ago.
The core theme here was a sense of participation.
Gao Yi walked up onto the high platform, and at