Golden Word Envoy

"You came from Terra, bestowing upon me a snow-white coat, and I love to eat Serenity vegetables~"

With red flags waving, drums beating, and firecrackers exploding, the already bustling Terra Starport became even more lively with the news of the Primarch's return.

In just a few years, the atmosphere of Holy Terra changed dramatically. The Great Purge was still ongoing, but it could not stop the ambition of Terra officials, who had learned from the experience of their predecessors during the Great Crusade.

Whether it's good or bad is hard to tell, but one thing is certain: these Terra officials are incredibly obedient. After all, those who weren't obedient could have been sitting idle for ages.

As for whether they'll appear cheerful on the surface but secretly plot something behind the scenes?

Anyway, these Terra officials who survived the Great Purge wouldn't dare, they wouldn't even dare to talk in their sleep. If they couldn't keep their mouths shut, the Inquisitor outside the door, Atlas under the bed, the Ultramarines at their workstations, and the Assassinorum behind them would definitely be laughing first.

Long live the Great Commander!

"May the Warmaster be in good health!"

May the Pope live as long as heaven!

Before the three had even left the landing point, a group of carefully selected hunky men and beautiful women came up to welcome them with bouquets of flowers, and even unfurled a huge banner emphasizing their subservience.

Luojia was stunned by the scene. If it weren't for the wrong time, she would have thought she had returned to 10,000 years ago, to the Golden Age when the Primarchs were conquering the north and south and the Emperor were acting as generals to quell the heretics.

Time has passed, the glory of the Great Crusade has come to an end, and everything before us can only be called a nostalgic server.

Even so, Luojia couldn't help but sigh, "It's back, everything is back—the familiar Great Purge, the familiar flattery, and the familiar Ambition."

It's no wonder Luojia made such a comment; perhaps it's because the Great Purge was so effective that Guilliman had learned the essence of Mordred and Zhuang Sen's methods and understood what it truly meant for political power to grow out of the barrel of a gun.

The left fist must be hard, the right fist must be powerful. With these two iron fists, even the High Lord will have to crawl on his back. Add to that the Assassinorum, who have already pledged their loyalty, Dark Angels have been stationed in Terra for years, and you won't even need the Ultramarines to be deployed. They'll have you completely subdued.

As soon as his eldest and second Second Son left, Guilliman immediately began his large-scale social experiment, and then discovered that those who had dared to oppose him before were all spineless bastards, and the more domineering you were, the more obedient they became.

To avoid being purged, these Terra officials even staged a double sun pylon, hanging two giant portraits above the starport.

Seeing Luojia staring blankly at the two portraits, Mordred stepped forward, patted her on the shoulder, and suggested, "Do you like them? If you want, your Second Brother will send someone to get you one, so that Terra can soar through the sky for three days."

"Forget it, I'm afraid the Terra will die from dehydration, and besides, I'm not as shameless as Guilliman. Once I'm hung up there, I won't be able to escape. Second Brother, you can't let me down."

As a staunch supporter of Mordred, Luojia is arguably the Primarch closest to Mordred besides Koz. Both the Night Lords and the Word Bearers were commanded by Mordred at some point, so she knows her brother all too well.

Especially after learning about the current state of the Empire, Luojia really didn't want to return to the Empire. She even wanted to slit her throat and sleep with it one more time. Then, she was hung up and whipped by her two good brothers, and was taken to the Holy Terra in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Welcome back to the papacy! It's chilly, please put on this robe!" Ritra, the then- Ecclesiarch, was quite perceptive and immediately knelt down upon seeing Luojia.

This kneeling showed his magnanimity and Fealty, but most importantly, he finally had a leader to guide him and had finally become one of their own.

Ritra was unlucky, in a way. His appointment as the Ecclesiarch was purely by chance. In an era when everyone was ugly and grotesque, Ritra did not carry out those inexplicable mechanical modifications, but instead paid considerable attention to his image.

At the prime age of 60, Ritra grew a rather dashing beard, and with his full head of silver hair, he exuded the air of a wise and venerable old man, which led Mordred to choose him as the current Pope.

Then, right in front of him, he slapped the former pope so hard he turned him into mincemeat.

"Oh dear, you've really put me through this! Get up, all of you, get up!"

Clad in a red robe Luojia received her former warhammer, the Illuminarum. Two golden wings of light shone behind her, and with her appearance and demeanor that were exactly like a female Emperor, wherever she went, the people bowed down in reverence.

He's a seasoned charlatan after all; even if he's unwilling, he'll instantly switch to a fighting stance, which is why Mordred has to bring Luojia Jia back.

After all, the Imperial Cult has proven everything; faith is indeed a powerful force. Without the support of faith, the empire might not have lasted even ten thousand years.

However, Imperial Cult is a double-edged sword. It can provide protection for the people of the empire, but it can also stab the Emperor in the back. But the price is worth it, especially in this galaxy that is now in complete chaos.

Since we can't stop the emergence of faith, we should try to find a way to channel it. With Luojia as the leader, at least the Imperial Cult won't turn into a collection of all sorts of bizarre and abstract things.

Atlas was in charge of logistics and transportation, the Ultramarines were in charge of administrative affairs, the Dark Angels were responsible for internal purges, and the Soul Drinkers were just there to make up the numbers.

In the words of a certain White Horse General, the most important task of the legion is still combat. With the current strength of the four legions, they are absolutely not lacking in military power, and will only get stronger and stronger, eventually restoring the legion's strength during the Great Crusade. The only thing they lack is control over public opinion.

This control of public opinion is what is known as Imperial Cult.

If we're talking about who's most suitable to manage the Imperial Cult, then it's definitely the Word Bearers. The more they disliked it back then, the more they believe in it now. A single Lectitio Divinitatus has extended the empire's reign for ten thousand years, and incidentally, it's also created a giant bomb for humanity.

Judging by actions and deeds but not intentions, the Lectitio Divinitatus is indeed useful. This thing, like Guilliman's Codex Astartes, has been completely exported overseas. Even the Chaos Cultists take this book, the <Imperial Supreme World-Dominating Scripture>, as a required course.

Looking at the group of believers kneeling and chanting prayers before him, Luojia felt no joy; in fact, he found it rather ironic.

The destruction of the Perfect City, the scapegoating by the Council of Nicaea, the once universally accepted Imperial Truth were forgotten, and her religion became the mainstream, with even her father becoming the so-called God-Emperor.

But is this really right? Should the world really be like this?

Golden flames began to burn in the sky, and pairs of wings of light emerged from behind. More and more Faith began to gather, just as yesterday had come, enveloping the Patriarch of God who had single-handedly established the Imperial Cult.

Zhuang Sen's instincts warned him to step forward and stop him, but Mordred grabbed the hilt of his sword.

Their eyes met, the cold mist slowly dissipated, and the Lion King saw a trust in Mordred's eyes that he had never seen before.

Perhaps time really can change everything, or perhaps Lady Yuton's words really worked. Her brother seemed to have changed, no longer arrogantly looking down on everything as an outsider, and had learned to trust others.

And what about himself?

Zhuang Sen didn't know when it started; perhaps it was when he woke up from his sleep, or perhaps it was when his children reminded him that he had grown old, but in the end, he had changed.

Turning to look at Luojia, pairs of light wings appeared behind him, eventually transforming into a holy Sanguinius with 12 wings.

The faith of billions of people urged Luojia to continue forward, but this time Luojia did not accept it; instead, he chose to refuse.

Despite being the most devout believer, Luojia rejected both God and man when faced with the choice between them. She finally realized that she was not a shepherd under the command of the gods.

Her name is Luojia Aurelion. She doesn't need divine guidance; she is her own master.

I Am Not a God!

In an instant, the wings of light shattered, and the Golden Word Envoy made a dazzling appearance!