Chapter 734

Let us draw our gaze away from Brother Titus and the awkward meeting fate had in store for him, and return to the Vengeance—in this place, a conversation that would one day change the entire Empire was slowly taking place inside the captain's quarters.

"Interview me? A chronicler? I thought war correspondents died out ages ago."

As He Shenyan spoke, he shot The Emperor a strange look. The latter was currently leafing through an ancient text from the 3K era, his brow tightly furrowed; who knew what he had read to make him wear that expression?

"It isn't exactly an interview. She'll merely follow you and record the various affairs of the expedition. In a certain sense, this can be considered an imperial tradition as well. Moreover, this matter will also help us change the Ecclesiarchy."

The word he used was "change," not "abolish." At the end of the day, it was still because he had sat on that damned broken chair for far too long. The Ecclesiarchy had already taken deep root over ten thousand years, and faith had sunk itself deep into the heart of every imperial citizen.

If they suddenly announced that everything the Ecclesiarchy said was bullshit, that The Emperor had never been a god, that he merely happened to possess "godlike power"—apart from immortality, the ability to extinguish stars with psionics, bestow blessings, manifest miracles, and create undying bound legions as well as Living Saints. He really had nothing to do with gods.

Leaving aside whether anyone would believe it, let's speak plainly about the consequences.

First, rebellion—that was certain. A huge number of fanatical believers would probably board their ships and head for Terra, wanting to see with their own eyes exactly which blasphemous bastard had dared issue such an order.

Then came instability