Tired, let's destroy it!

As the last church was destroyed, the flame of faith was rekindled, and this time it will accompany humanity forever. Written language is the cornerstone of civilization. Since the birth of human civilization, religion has always been a constant companion. This is the innate worship of the strong by humankind, as well as the yearning for the unknown.

There's nothing wrong with attaching yourself to the strong, and there's nothing wrong with having faith and worship. But in this cesspool-like world, everything has an essence called the soul.

As Warp that is sister to the Physical World, it has various names, some call it the Empyrean, some call it the Glory Road, and the one that best reflects its essence is the Sea of Souls.

Unfortunately, humans are born with a rich variety of emotions and possess Psychic Power potential, making them practically perfect gods.

Even though humans don't possess the characteristics of Warp Creature like the Aeldari, their sheer numbers are overwhelming. They can crush any race with their sheer size, making them even more Orks than the Orks.

With the human population's reload speed, comparable to that of a bloodthirsty spectator, if left unchecked, they could create not just a god, but the Pantheon.

At this point, a truly wise person might ask: if faith can create deities, then worshipping gods is a highly profitable business—why not create your own powerful backer?

That would definitely smell amazing! All those precious beings in the Warp would be overjoyed and give you a thumbs up, crowning you the Chief Mogul, and maybe even making you the new generation's Cegorach.

To expect a Psychic Power guarantee its own intellectual progress and be completely free of filth is utterly delusional. Sooner or later, it will be so distorted that even its own mother wouldn't recognize it.

After all, even the most rotten-to-the-core Four Merchants have a positive aspect to them.

Take the Khorne as an example; the heartless killing in the Northwest doesn't care what you fight for, nor whether you are righteous.

As the saying goes, blood doesn't ask where it comes from, and skulls don't ask where they come from. If you fight to protect the weak, the Khorne will bless you; if you indulge in killing and bullying the weak, the Khorne will also bless you.

Even if you don't become a fierce warrior, but I become a general commanding thousands of troops, my superb command skills will make the Khorne laugh out loud, and then they'll frantically draw cards.

There have even been bizarre situations where both opposing teams are glowing red, highlighting the excellence of the matchmaking system.

Khorne are the lords of slaughter, and also the gods of courage and strategy; Nurgle is the Lord of Pestilence, and also the Nurgle of life's flourishing; even that Tzeentch old fox Tzeentch finds hope amidst endless changes.

As for the newly debuted Slaanesh, he is an even bigger mishmash. Ecstatic Perception can include any pursuit of extreme emotions, even the sweet longing for love. Pure love warriors shedding tears is an example of this.

As for why the Dark Moon Cult, which worships Mordred, is unaffected, it's primarily because of its small size and the stringent requirements for joining as a formal believer; one must make outstanding contributions to Atlas to be accepted.

Secondly, Mordred, as the endpoint of faith, possesses high-dimensional characteristics. The faith of believers can't corrupt him, let alone turn him into a silly goose. And most importantly, even without high-risk characteristics, Mordred has no soul.

Although Mordred keeps saying that she is human, she is essentially just a piece of flesh with Self-Awareness. Apart from a bunch of blue-haired trash inside her, she contains less human than a dog sunbathing on the street.

The most famous Old Terra joke says that human genes have been modified to be less than a banana, which is a complete rumor, but it might actually be true that Mordred is less than a banana.

At this point, a strange bug occurred: the souls of believers, due to the Warp, arrived beside Mordred and frantically prayed, but nothing worked, and they were ultimately chewed up like candy.

This is why the Kialan, these Pointy-ears beans, are so devoted to Mordred; after all, in this messed-up world, peace after death is far too precious.

Especially for those who were already Slaanesh's pre-selected targets, while others might die and that would be the end of them, they would truly be captured and tortured as Star Slaves.

Seeing that the Aeldari, now plump and healthy, were useful and wouldn't cause any major trouble, the Emperor turned a blind eye.

After all, these beans can be used as keys for Atlas to open doors. In terms of the flexibility of Morality bottom line, if you say that I can make the human Webway open smoothly right now, but you need to serve me in bed.

The Emperor didn't even hesitate. Whatever form you wanted, he would transform you into that form, and Mordred would even help by massaging your back.

The problem is, Luojia Jia is just that incredibly intelligent!

Since Mordred's Titan Training Method, this unfortunate child has indeed taken Mordred's words to heart, but she only absorbed half of them.

I began to firmly believe that gods were just tools, and such useful things had to be worshipped.

Moreover, it's not just about worship; it's about being guided by the Imperial Truth, undergoing controlled cultivation, and shaping a human-made deity named Pal, known as the Imperial Spirit!

As the savior of humanity, Luojia believes that worshipping her own brothers is better than worshipping wild gods; she wants to double down and build Pantheon!

The blame actually lies with the Emperor. If he hadn't been showing off in Colchis and acting like a madman, Luojia would have been beaten up by Mordred long ago.

As for who this divine culture medium is? Anyway, looking at the row of Primarch statues standing tall in front of the Perfect City, and the largest and most golden one of them, which even comes in two styles, the Gentle She-Wolf and the Mighty Human Emperor, even the Emperor's hypertension was triggered by anger.

Sigh~

A sigh escaped the Word Bearers heard it, and they felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. They sensed His Majesty's utter disappointment in them, but they could only kneel on the ground and look at the Lord of the Ultramarines standing behind the Emperor.

Unfortunately, the Emperor was truly enraged this time. Guilliman had never seen the Emperor so angry, and he didn't know why. He could only shake his head, signaling the warriors not to provoke their father any further.

In truth, for Emperor whose humanity is now so abundant, the worst that Word Bearers would do is give Luojia a good beating, since Mordred's actions were even more beastly.

Mordred may be incredibly wicked, constantly spreading rumors and causing Collusion with Chaos for him, Collusion with Xenos affairs with Chaos are commonplace for him, but who can blame him when his Second Son is truly effective?

Collusion with Xenos to create the Ash Lizardmen, and Collusion with Chaos to create the Burning Legion to fill the treasury. Even though Atlas's Bolter were still new after more than a century of use, the logistics of the expedition were handled in an orderly manner, and no one could find fault with them.

And what about Luojia?

The Word Bearers are as numerous as the Ultramarines, but their pace of world reconquest is the slowest of all the Legions, even slower than the recently returned Corvus Corax.

Even so, the Emperor could turn a blind eye; the resources provided by Atlas were already sufficient for the construction of the Webway. At worst, they could send them to do logistics. But you can't be blind!

Looking at the Keeper of Secrets, the Great Unclean One, the Lord of Change, the Bloodthirsty Demon, cowering inside the statue, kneeling and begging for mercy before him.

The Emperor smiled with relief as he watched the Legion Demon winking and feigning ignorance.

"Those who come and go ask questions, but there is nothing more to say; even my daughter is confused."

Tired? Destroy it! Blow up this filthy place completely, leave no one alive! Leave no one alive!

"His Majesty, spare my life! I am truly Fealty! Look, I still have my Burning Legion officer's ID here. I am a triple agent of the Empire, codenamed Pangolin!"

To show its Fealty, this strange Daemon, codenamed Pangolin and named Morpheus, occupied the Dorn statue and even gave the Imperial Aquila salute.

He even spoke with a thick Terra accent, shouting loudly:

"Hey ha, I haven't let the legion down! Sorry brothers, I'm actually a traitor,"

With trembling hands and clenched teeth, the Emperor Roared:

"Hmph, hmph, hahaha, kill them all except him."

One more thing, Guilliman, bring that rebellious daughter Luojia back to me, immediately!