Hades was walking in the middle of the group, holding a grenade launcher.
With the experience from last time, and the Crusaders further cleared obstacles on the road to facilitate the entry of larger scientific research equipment, the journey this time was obviously much faster.
Soon they passed the village they visited last time and headed towards the city.
The dense forest was very quiet, and the animals here didn't seem to like to make any noises. Apart from the Skitarii who were constantly making their servo skulls sing mechanical hymns in 360 degrees without any blind spots, there were no other sounds.
Soon, the first building appeared before them.
This is a simple little church. Black is its main color, and simple green lines outline it.
Hades walked in and looked left and right.
Some prayers were engraved on the stone podium, and Hades quickly translated the contents.
[God's blessings are so great that they protect the land and water for health.]
[Selfless God, protect my career for eternity and keep me away from disorderly wandering.]
[When enduring ■■■]
The back was cut off by a sword or something like that, so I can't see clearly what it was.
But Hades could roughly deduce that it was nothing more than a cliché asking believers to donate money and make contributions.
Since Hades assumed that the religion here was worshiping the black stone obelisk of the Necrons, he was no longer so curious about these strange religions.
Although he was very curious why the people here would choose to worship a device left behind by an alien race.
but.
Hades looked up at the center of the church, where a statue of a god entangled in vines and shedding tears appeared lifelike.
Sunlight pours through the gorgeous stained glass, sprinkling onto the pure black sculpture, covering it with a gorgeous veil.
The tear at the corner of God's eye was about to fall, as if lamenting the insignificance and ignorance of all living beings.
The outstretched arms seemed to try to grab those sons who could be saved in time.
If a Blood Angel or a Child of the Emperor were here, they would certainly admire the superb and exquisite attainments of this civilization in religious art, and regret that its artistic craftsmen had long passed away.
But the person standing here now is an old farmer from Barbaros, the strongest engineering student from Mars.
Hades glanced at the sculpture.
What? Undead don’t look like this!
past.
The white-haired woman stood quietly under the bishop's podium, staring silently at the figure opposite her.
Colorful light sprinkled on her body, and the gorgeous light covered the woman with a dazzling holy robe.
The bishop opposite her was facing the light, and a dark shadow enveloped him.
"Come back, child."
Bishop Mazel in front of Ruibo sighed and spoke,
"You are the first Son of God in the prophecy. You can walk in the divine realm without being punished."
“They are all fake.”
Ruibo spoke up and directly denied all of this.
"You hold a device that harms human souls and call yourself a god, while letting everyone perish in the harm it emits."
"Is it difficult to accept reality? You must be clinging to those rumors that have been passed down from ancient times and are complete nonsense to support your position."
"Child, you are still young and cannot understand all this."
"All men are sinful, consumed by desire."
"But God chose to forgive, and our ancestors came down on Noah's Ark and lived in peace under the protection of God's domain."
"You shouldn't give in to desire, kid."
"It's just empty nonsense."
Ruibo looked at Bishop Mazel coldly.
"You can't explain the so-called divine realm at all, so you use the shell of religion to deceive the world and make everyone suffer!"
"Stupid, ridiculous!"
Seeing that the other party was just refuting with scriptures, Ruibo knew that there was no point in arguing.
"I will reveal all this truth to you and let you know that your religion is nothing but a lie!"
After Ruibo finished speaking, she turned around and left without any reluctance. In less than a moment, she was picked up by her friends who were waiting for her outside.
Bishop Mazel stood there, his eyes full of regret and hesitation.
"My child, if you really tell us the truth, I will certainly choose your path."
The statue high up in the church looks out at His followers.
Doesn't he want to know the truth
If God loves the world, why does He allow them to continue to suffer while they repent and blame themselves generation after generation
The evidence the child produced became more and more detailed. There was an existence called "Supreme Heaven" and that humans not only existed here, but also in another place. Human souls and spirits existed in other forms.
The divine realm is actually an existence that destroys the human soul and spirit.
Mazel silently picked up the obelisk-shaped necklace and pressed it to his forehead.
God, please forgive me for crossing the line.
He let them go.
However, what Mazel didn't know was that the truth is often accompanied by disaster.
Endurance.
Carastiphon sat alone in his personal lounge, closing his eyes and resting.
This should have been a meditation that would make him feel peaceful, but at the moment, he felt extremely irritated.
You should go see Mortarion, you know, Karas.
It was something you three had agreed on in the beginning, but both of them abandoned you.
"No."
Karas muttered.
Mortarion had left them both far behind, as he had done when he had been on Barbarus.
Calastyphon had been trying to catch up with Mortarion, but Mortarion was too fast.
He was born to be God's favorite.
There is no such lie that all three of them are freaks. Some people are just too outstanding and that makes them out of place.
After realizing that he could not surpass Mortarion, or even be on par with him, Calastiphon was depressed for a long time.
But when the Empire arrived, Karas felt relieved when he learned of Mortarion's true identity.
Yes, that's it, no wonder, everything is explained.
Calastyphon thought darkly that although he was destined to never catch up with Mortarion, at least Hades was on the same level as him.
It was a different monster from Carastiphon.
Karas knows that he is the offspring of aliens and humans, so he suffers discrimination.
But apart from his identity, everyone recognizes his abilities.
Karas also successfully became the leader of Barbaros's last main force.
And Hades
He was still excluded from the crowd, wandering in the wilderness like a lonely ghost.
Whenever Calastyphon knew he was no match for Mortarion, he would always secretly glance at Hades.
Something comforted the dark corners of my heart.
He knew this was not right.
But he couldn't stop his thoughts from gradually sliding into the abyss of chaos.
Later, Callas found out that he was wrong.
Agile figure on the duel cage, powerful fight
It turned out that he was the one at the back all along.
ha.
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