Father, my plan is so brilliant, why...

In the magnificent Perfect City, the residents began their daily pilgrimage.

In this sanctuary, everyone lives in peace and prosperity, and everything is managed in an orderly manner. They do not need to work or produce anything. Only the most devout believers are qualified to come to this Perfect City.

Far from famine and hunger, faith remains the eternal theme of this Perfect City.

Looking up at the sky, the Emperor's Dream shone brightly in the distance, especially the golden light that shone last night, which made the believers believe it was a miracle, and their mood became even more wonderful.

The only downside is the accompanying blue color, which is a bit of a letdown.

In the eyes of the residents of the Perfect City, the Emperor is the savior of mankind, a supreme god, and must be worshipped with the utmost reverence.

The Primarch beneath the God-Emperor and Demon King is also a god and must be worshipped, albeit a demigod. The order of worship must be clearly distinguished, and their piety and respect must be shown.

Among them, the most popular are undoubtedly Patriarch Luojia and Iron Angel Perturabo, after all, things are valued for their rarity, and these two goddesses are the only ones among the 20 demigods.

Next in line, Mordred and Horus were equally revered. The empire ruled by filial piety, and these two Warmaster were undoubtedly the most filial sons of the God-Emperor, especially Prince Mordred, who was extremely well-suited to the character model.

As for the demigods who follow, the residents of Perfect City will not be left out; they will ensure that everyone receives their due share, even the Ambition Guilliman.

However, the usual pilgrimage mission went awry today. No matter how the believers called out, no Faint Light, no blue light, and not even the life-giving light that supposedly brought health to the believers.

This strange phenomenon led believers to believe it must be the work of the Ultramarines appearing on the streets; otherwise, why would the gods ignore them as soon as they arrived?

In order to find out the reason, these fanatical believers who could not live without worshipping God began to search for their own Sanguinius. But no matter how they searched, even if they searched every corner of the Perfect City, they could not find those benevolent and loving Word Bearers, only Ultramarines.

Then, the announcement over the loudspeaker intensified this unease:

"Leave Perfect City within one week for a mental evaluation. Those who disobey will be killed without mercy!"

"On what grounds? This is our temple. The God-Emperor will punish you."

Large crowds poured into the streets to begin their protests Sanguinius. Sanguinius even took up arms, preparing to drive away these ignorant mobs.

"Puffy"

With a few gunshots, the demonstrators who were jumping the loudest were instantly blown to pieces. The one who fired the shots was none other than Hill, the Ultramarines who had a life-or-death bond with Angron.

Since his perilous journey through Nuceria, Hill has awakened a special talent: he can see the corrupted aura within these believers.

He could never forget the red ones, even though firing them would bring his father's wrath. Hill didn't regret it; he even wanted to kill everyone here to prevent the tragedy of Nuceria from repeating itself.

"Time is running out. Leave now and we'll forgive and forget. If you resist, you'll all die!"

"Why?"

A woman dressed in red pushed her way through the crowd and stood fearlessly in front of the Ultramarines. Her name was Xilani, a pilgrim who had just been granted entry into the Perfect City.

Looking at this girl, who would be studying in school in Macragge, Hill did not see any tainted spiritual light in her, but only a golden hue.

"There's no reason why, it's an order, His Majesty's decree. Leave now, your life shouldn't be lost here."

Having said that, Hill had fulfilled his duty.

Death could not extinguish the believers' faith. After their resistance proved fruitless, the believers began a silent resistance. No one left the Perfect City. Every believer firmly believed that the God-Emperor would not abandon them; this was merely a test from His Majesty.

The prayers grew increasingly fervent, and all that could be seen were believers prostrate on the ground, which made the Ultramarines firmly believed in the Imperial Truth, think that they had all gone mad.

Since you believe in His Majesty, you should leave immediately if he tells you to. Are you deaf?

As Hill said, time was indeed running out. After receiving the news, Luojia immediately rushed to the Perfect City and thought of Mordred the first, hoping that her Second Brother would come and support her.

Time flew by, and as the final deadline approached, all the Ultramarines evacuated Perfect City, but fortunately, Luojia made it in time for the last moment.

Looking at the god she worshipped, who was also her biological father, Luojia stood there dumbfounded, staring at the Emperor in disbelief:

"Father, have I not done enough? All the gains of the Word Bearers over the past decades are here. I have built a Perfect City for you and my brothers."

To this end, I also compiled a book called "The Imperial Edicts." If this is implemented, according to my plan, the empire will possess its own—"

"Shut up, stop talking! I Am Not a God! You aren't, and neither are your brothers."

"That's right, I Am Not a God!"

Guilliman's sudden interruption drew a glare from Luojia, who drew her warhammer, ready to smash him to death. "You Ambition wretch, shut up!"

"Shut up! Are you still so stubborn?"

The Emperor interrupted Luojia's description, a hint of anger appearing on his already gloomy face. Looking at his foolish daughter, the Emperor deeply regretted spoiling her.

He granted her privileges that other Primarchs didn't have, and treatment that other legions didn't receive. Even if Luojia admitted her mistake, the Emperor would forgive this ignorant young lady.

Although unwilling to admit it, and even treating Lady Yuton's parenting guide as a joke, the Emperor knew he might not be a Good Father, but it wasn't his fault. Wouldn't it have been better if you all just listened to him?

If everyone were like Perturabo, giving their all even in the most dangerous situations, never complaining, never arguing, would I need to go through all this trouble?

Thinking of this, the Emperor picked up the book "The Imperial Edicts" intending to give Luojia another chance, but after reading the whole book, he was so angry that he trembled all over and threw the damned thing to the ground.

If this monstrous thing, which is completely contrary to the Imperial Truth, were to be promoted, the empire would be finished.

Especially now, at this crucial moment, with the Webway Project about to succeed, he cannot allow any mistakes to occur, and he certainly cannot allow himself to be the first to encounter problems.

After all, he was almost unable to suppress that person's power; the debt he owed was simply too great.

Kneel down!

"No, I'll kneel if you admit you're a god."

Upon hearing this, the Emperor instantly flew into a rage. The entire planet stopped rotating due to the Emperor's anger, and endless Psychic Power shot out, forcing every Word Bearers to kneel on the ground with an unstoppable and violent force. Only Luojia was still struggling to hold on.

Seeing this, Luojia laughed in anger, pointing to his kneeling sons behind him and asking, "Father, do you still say you're not a god?"

I Am Not a God!

I am not a god either.

"Shut up, you have no right to speak here." ×2

Guilliman remained silent, indicating that he would keep his mouth shut.

Seeing his rebellious rebellious daughter standing firmly before him, the Emperor, despite his anger, forced himself to suppress it and began to debate with Luojia.

The Emperor, who possessed only brute strength and used his Charm Aura to act as a merciless machine for reading manuscripts, was no match for Luojia, who was proficient in this art. He was quickly driven to the brink of collapse by Luo Jia's anger.

Left with no other choice, the Emperor grabbed Luojia's chin and forcefully pressed her to the ground.

"Enough talk. Today I'll show you just how stupid you've been. Let's get started!"

"Waaaaah!"

The desperate resistance of Luojia was no match for the Emperor's might. Seeing the Primarch suffer such humiliation, the Word Bearers tried to get up, but the Psychic Power lock on his body was unbreakable.

But the Emperor waited and waited, and never saw the Orbital Bombardment descending from the sky; all he saw Guilliman standing there dumbfounded, serving as a backdrop.

"What are you doing?"

"Huh? Father, didn't you tell me to shut up?"

That's one good thing about Guilliman: he's clear-headed on important matters, but he can get away with trivial ones. It's hard to tell if he's genuinely naive or just pretending, but driven by some unsettling feeling, he thinks that if he were to actually bomb Perfect City, something bad might happen in the future.

But the Emperor was determined to make an example of them today. Amidst Luojia's cries of despair, Radiant Light Spear was projected down from the Emperor's Dream above the orbit.

Tears soaked her palms, but the Emperor still forcefully turned Luojia's head, making her look towards the Perfect City.

Golden flames Burning Fiercely and burned the city, the heat blowing up ash that rose in the air. Amidst the burning figures of believers, countless demons fled in madness, revealing the filth beneath this Perfect City.

"Did you see that?"

"I saw it, Father, are you really a god?"

Upon hearing this, even Guilliman, who was standing to the side, couldn't hold back any longer. A green light flashed in his eyes, and driven by some unknown courage, he kicked his beloved father in the buttocks in front of all the Word Bearers.

"Shut up, you unfilial father!"

Upon hearing this, the Emperor was stunned, Luojia was stunned, even Guilliman, who had kicked the Emperor, was stunned, and even the Four Merchants who were watching the show in front of the television were full of questions.

"Guilliman isn't a bad kid."

"Yes, you certainly have some courage."

"Then give me Mordred, and I'll use a little trick—"

Before the blue slime could finish speaking, it was slammed to the ground by a greatsword, and then its fur was torn off by a dog's mouth.

"Khorne, are you insane?"

Khorne remained silent, only tearing and biting. The snake demon, who was about to get aroused, quickly swallowed back the words she was about to say. This mad dog wasn't thinking straight; she'd better avoid him in the future.

As for the Emperor on the other side, he also sent out the same greeting:

"Guilliman, are you insane? How dare you lay a hand on me? I'm your father!"

"You're the one I've been wanting to do for a long time."

"Father, it wasn't me, I didn't mean it. It was me who said it, you good-for-nothing Harkon, what, you're not happy about it?"

Soon, another cobalt blue figure knelt on the ground, slowly covered by ashes falling from the sky.

Looking at his brothers who were suffering alongside him, Luojia couldn't help but Moved, but Guilliman's next words instantly dispelled that Moved.

Guilliman scooped up some dust from the ground and slowly sprinkled it on Luojia's head, muttering something like, "This is the Perfect City, it's so beautiful!"

Meanwhile, Mordred was still on his way.