Dragon Field Enlightenment, the Golden Word Envoy's Style Gradually Goes Astray
I forgot the beginning, I forgot the end, but Luojia only remembered one sentence: the Emperor really liked beating Mordred. As that Serenity voice was uttered, the atmosphere at the scene froze instantly. Under everyone's gaze, Mordred teleported behind the Emperor and picked up a large blade to slash.
If this happened to an ordinary person, Mordred's actions would be considered treason, but the Emperor is no ordinary person. He simply put his hands together and caught the blade barehanded.
Under the immense pressure, the surrounding ground instantly shattered, and a fist the size of a clay pot slammed into Mordred's chin from below, causing Master Mordred to accelerate to cosmic velocity and escape the planet's gravity, transforming him into an astronaut who loves to eat Xizhilang (a type of spicy food).
"You idiot, I'll be back!"
Mordred turned into a shooting star, leaving behind only a single, resounding last word that echoed across the earth. Everyone subconsciously ignored this blasphemous statement, except for the Black Knight Guard of Atlas, who sighed and began to scatter in all directions to rescue their elderly father.
"Father, my elder brother—"
The Emperor, refreshed after beating his Rebellious son, showed no anxiety upon hearing Luojia's question. Instead, he patted his beloved daughter's shoulder and said:
"Never mind that bastard. This guy's tough and thick-skinned; he won't die anytime soon, and he's quite easy to fight. If you get the chance, you can give him a try; I guarantee it'll leave you feeling refreshed."
Luojia subconsciously swallowed. Asking her to fight Mordred? Was that a joke? You defeated him in one move, and he defeated me in one move too.
Although Luojia wanted to pin Mordred to the ground more than anyone else, crush his arrogant face with her feet, and then repeatedly discipline him, she simply couldn't beat him. Anything was possible in her dreams.
After undergoing the baptism of the Titan Training Method and experiencing having half her life shattered by a single punch, Luojia is indeed no longer superstitious about gods. However, being superstitious does not mean that Luo Luojia does not believe in the existence of gods. Luojia's essence is to admire strength. Whoever is stronger, she will listen to. Otherwise, if it were just a matter of whether Kor Phaeron or Aribas were born, and Luojia and Zhuang Sen were to switch roles, Luo Jia would have had her head knocked off long ago.
It was only because these two beasts took advantage of Luojia's youth and ignorance, bullied her naivety, and then brainwashed her day after day, that Luojia became this way.
Colchis is no better place. The diary of that unfortunate transmigrator already explains everything. All the various beliefs in Colchis are actually just rebranded versions of the Chaos Gods.
The environment has an extremely powerful influence on one's values. Even Primarch can be molded into natives by their home planet and adopt different cultural customs, even Russ!
The most striking example is Mordred's past life's "run" people. No matter what kind of people they were before, after a few years they were assimilated into standard ABC (American-born Chinese) looks, and their eyes disappeared when they smiled.
But compared to the fantasy of Mordred kneeling at her feet and calling her "Mom," Luojia was more concerned about something else:
"Father, you can make severed limbs grow back and reverse injuries, are you a god?"
Upon hearing this, the Emperor's face instantly fell, and he declared righteously, "I Am Not a God."
That's it, that feeling of stubbornness.
Luojia was able to confirm that Mordred was a Chaos God disguised as a human, and her father's almost identical tone and answer proved that the Emperor was equivalent to a god.
Learning from Mordred's example, Luojia quickly changed her tune. "Father is right, you and Second Brother are both human."
However, Luojia's reply was refuted by the Emperor, who said that Mordred should not be associated with him, as that bastard's composition was quite complicated, and even he did not know what he was.
As a true socially awkward big guy, Yellow Skins is usually very serious, except when he's beating up Mordred.
It was already unprecedented for Luojia to be able to squeeze out a lame joke, but unfortunately, he didn't catch it at all. Instead, he was reminded of the hellish 30 days he had been tortured, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of pain.
The Emperor witnessed this scene and knew without a doubt that it was Mordred's doing. After all, that bastard had a history of beating his brothers, and to this day he still heard rumors circulating among the Adeptus Custodes that Perturabo had been blown up by this guy with Titan.
The Emperor felt he should make amends to his youngest daughter, so he quickly asked about Luojia's past experiences, wanting to hear what had happened.
Recalling Mordred's earlier threat—that if she dared to tell the Emperor, she would be beaten every time they met—
What's cowardly is that Mordred really went all out on beating her; she was afraid she'd accidentally get killed. It's a case of the left brain attacking the right brain.
Controlling the brain? Even Perturabo would curse him as a twisted lunatic.
After much deliberation, Luojia, who had tasted the sweetness of success, surprisingly didn't embellish the story. Instead, he honestly revealed the details of the 30 days of hell.
After experiencing all that, he finally said, "My Second Brother did it all for my own good. I've been completely transformed."
The Emperor was stunned by these words. He repeatedly asked Luojia if she had been threatened by Mordred and told her not to speak up for him, as her father could stand up for her. However, Luojia insisted that she had not been threatened and that she only liked her Second Brother!
The Emperor, who could read minds, could confirm that Luojia truly believed this, especially the last sentence, which couldn't be more true.
For the first time, the Emperor felt he was falling behind the times, and Luojia was truly a good child, and most importantly, incredibly resilient.
They were able to withstand such inhumane training and even awaken a bit of their true nature.
"Could it be that that bastard's Titan Training Method, which he used to torture people, actually works?"
The Emperor, with his divergent thinking, felt that this method might be able to be promoted. Since Luojia was able to pull through, the other Primarchs could certainly do the same, and perhaps even awaken a trace of their own selves.
No one knew of the Emperor's lament; if the other Primarchs had heard it, they would probably have thanked Luojia's ancestors for eight generations.
As they walked and talked, the two began to discuss the Imperial Truth. The Emperor was increasingly pleased that Luojia could answer any question he asked fluently, and even his humanity seemed to become more active.
When the Emperor mentioned the years of war among the Colchis and the countless missing limbs in the Holy Church Army, he simply waved his hand and activated Psychic Power, performing another miracle of bringing people back to life.
This is a delicate task, even Emperor would find it exhausting, but who told him to like showing off?
This experience strengthened Luojia's resolve, and she began her own enlightenment journey in Longchang. Mordred was right, and she was right too; the one who was wrong was her rebellious father, Kor Phaeron.
This bastard has been deceiving himself all along; how could doctrine be such an inconvenient thing!
The Emperor is a god, and as the son of a god, one must make good use of this miracle. This is called the enduring theology derived from the dialectic of Imperial Truth.
Thinking of this, Luojia once again leaned close to the Emperor and pleaded:
"Father, please rest for a while. I will gather all the refugees from Colchis and let them all bask in the glory of the Imperial Truth."
"Huh? Everyone!"
"Yes, Father, at least 5 million people have suffered from the ravages of war alone. You can definitely do it, right?"
The Emperor suddenly didn't want to pretend anymore, but seeing Luojia's expectant eyes, he gritted his teeth and stomped his foot in agreement:
"I am the Master of Mankind! I Iron Within, Iron Without!"