[Law of Faith]
[When the Iron Hands airdropped the first batch of airdrop pods]
"You're going a bit extreme."
Kirkland slammed the control desk, and all the buttons on the table vibrated. In front of the sage, Angelte, who had just spoken, subtly took half a step back.
“It’s faith.”
Kirkland spoke in a clear, mechanical voice.
"Word Bearer, you should also feel his majesty - right?"
Angertai paused, recalling the scene at that time. The corners of the mouth of this upright Word Bearer tightened tightly.
"But this is no reason for you to attempt to change the Word Bearers' teachings. You have crossed a line."
He watched the indicator light on Kirkland's face light up angrily.
"Faith has power—I thought that this did not need to be explained to the Word Bearers."
Angertai held Lorgar's scepter tightly in his hand and took a deep breath.
"No, you are wrong. Faith is a guiding light, but it cannot give us strength. This is our former commandment."
“You can’t rely on faith and gods.”
Angertai said seriously, the great sage paused for a moment, then laughed with a piercing electronic sound.
"Is this your doctrine, Anglete?"
Anglete was silent for a moment.
"This is mine."
The Word Bearer said softly, and Kirkland laughed.
"I know. I have read 79.5% of the Word Bearers' writings. This ideology is not reflected in your thinking."
"But I tell you now, faith has power, Angertai, and it will be the best weapon to fight these monsters. The war of ideas can only be fought with faith."
Kirkland took a step forward, and as if the Great Sage was about to engage in a close dance, he stretched out his main limb, lifted Angertai's right hand, and placed it on the Word Bearer's chest.
"Tell me now, for Hades."
Kirkland said this in a suggestive way. At the same time, the red robe behind the sage was lifted up, and Angletai clearly saw the raised artillery mount, with the black muzzle pointing at him.
Anglete took a deep breath.
"Okay, just once."
He compromised and said,
"For Hades."
Kirkland let go of his hand with satisfaction. The Sage observed the violent trembling of the pupils of the Word Bearer's eyes and the tense muscles. The Archsage stepped back in relief, saying as he stepped back,
"You are lucky, He is very close to us now, so He responded quickly."
Anglete looked away and said truthfully,
"I just felt powerless. This doesn't seem like a very... description that fits [granting strength to believers]."
He looked at Kirkland in awkward silence. The great sage seemed a little embarrassed.
"All right,"
Kirkland muttered, his limbs twisted together nervously.
"Although I don't want to admit it, according to facts and experimental data, praying to Pluto will not gain any power, and it will indeed have some impact on lifespan and control over the body..."
“… I tried changing it to Ohm Messiah, but it didn’t work as well.”
Angertai breathed a sigh of relief. He spoke, and recalled the darkness of that day.
"If what you said is true, a god who prays to others will have negative effects... uses self-torturing asceticism to prove his piety?"
Kirkland suddenly shouted,
"That's because you haven't encountered them yet! I guarantee in the name of the Great Sage Kirklan that if you encounter creatures from the warp or other false gods, then Pluto will be your only choice!"
Anglete calmed down and looked at Kirkland calmly.
"What about the God Emperor?"
Kirkland suddenly got stuck, and finally, the great sage could only reluctantly mutter a few words to himself.
"I don't believe in... false gods."
Angletai chose to ignore Kirkland's words. He decided to end the topic with the next plan.
"So,"
Ingrete softened his tone.
"I will discuss with the priest brothers of the Legion and ask them to restore the second edition of the prayer and replace the word "Silent" with "Pluto". This is the biggest concession that the Word Bearers can make."
He looked at the sage in front of him who was looking at him silently. Under the body of the mechanical sage, the deep black metal exuded an ominous luster. For a moment, Angertai smelled a terrifying breath from this great sage.
But the next moment, the great sage regained his faith-mongering demeanor. He lifted his robe exaggeratedly and bowed to Angertai.
"That couldn't be better... Considering that a portion of the Word Bearers have already converted to heresy, I hope this can be deployed as soon as possible."
Kirkland's electronic sound is so cold that it's out of tune.
"At least by the time the Word Bearers arrive in Cadia, this part of the faith will be fully rooted."
Kirkland looked up, staring at Angletai mercilessly with a red light, and anger rolled in Angletai's chest. He certainly knew what the other side meant - Kirkland did not trust the Word Bearers.
Anglete felt his teeth chattering.
But when Angertai's thoughts touched the reality, the anger in his chest was instantly extinguished. The reality was like this, they... they naturally would not trust the Word Bearers.
In fact, if it were Angertai himself, he would not allow the Word Bearers to support Cadia simply by changing their doctrine like Kirkran did - who knows whether they would suddenly rebel again at the call of the Primarch Lorgar.
Kirkland yelled.
"for-"
Angletai lunged forward and tried to cover the great sage's mouth, but his hands were groping around on the metal face. The sage spoke into a speaker and had no mouth at all.
Ingleté cried in despair,
"This is the God-Emperor's spiritual energy - you can't dispel it now!"
In fact, Angertai was not sure whether this was the psychic power of his father Lorga or that of the God-Emperor. It was most likely Lorga's psychic power, but he would never tell Kirkland this fact.
In order not to exacerbate the misunderstanding, Anglete did not go any further. He guarded the scepter tightly and allowed Kirkland to point the pile of weapons under his robe at him.
"Give me a few minutes, just a few minutes!"
Anglete cried out,
"Otherwise - the Order of Silence will lose the support of the Word Bearers!"
Kirkland sneered, but the great sage did not go any further. The two of them stared silently at the scepter that was emitting a faint golden light. Angletai began to regret that he had just prayed to Pluto.
There was a moment of brief, silent awkwardness.
Angertai began to pray, silently thinking of the God-Emperor and Lorgar in his heart. This weathered warrior was sure that he had prayed with all his heart and soul.
He had long been mentally overwhelmed by the departure and betrayal of his father, the mission he was given, and the figure that walked away that day... that figure... that figure...
Anglete suppressed his emotions, forced himself to breathe steadily, and began to try to meditate, which was what the pastor had taught him.
Kirkland was speechless. The great sage stared at Angertai. The golden light on the scepter became brighter and brighter. No, it was not the scepter that was glowing, but... Angertai's own armor was glowing? !
In the entire command room, the space began to distort slightly. Kirkland looked at it all in amazement. The sage wanted to call Pluto, but the feeling given by the golden light made Kirkland know that the golden light was not a malicious existence.
Thick fog rose, accompanied by an ominous stench. Kirkland knew that it was a sign of witchcraft. Angelte's figure began to fade in the fog. Without hesitation, Kirkland shouted the prayer to Pluto.
As the fog surrounded him, Kirkland realized that he had made a big mistake. He suddenly fired a stun laser in the direction of Angerte, but the beam was lost in the fog.
"For Hades!"
“…Kirkland?”
The Great Sage's body suddenly froze. Did he hear the voice of Hades? ! It was absolutely true. That weak and dying voice came from the fog.
"Pluto! Where are you?!"
Kirkland shouted, and he was sure that this was the real Pluto because that feeling of powerlessness was guiding him - to the direction of that voice.
He stumbled towards that direction, stepping over the corpses of countless Space Marines, some of the Iron Hands, some of the Iron Warriors, some of the Word Bearers, and countless of the fetid corpses of Greater Daemons.
A feeling of uneasiness came from Kirkland's thought engine.
"Lord of the Underworld?! Lord of the Underworld?! Where are you?!"
Kirkland ran forward suddenly, and finally, he saw the familiar figure—
"Pluto!"
Kirkland shouted at the top of his lungs. In the layers of fog, he saw the figures fighting under the black stone obelisk. The corpses of the demon army were as countless as grains piled up in a barn. He saw Hades being entangled by at least two tall figures.
He is dying.
Kirkland clearly understood all this, and he ran forward desperately, waiting for him, Pluto, waiting for your believers—
Pluto was still fighting, and the few who were entangled with him were obviously at the end of their strength. Finally, Kirkland saw Pluto raise his scythe, a cold light flashed, and Perturabo's head flew in the air -
Kirkland's surprised voice was contained in his speaker, but almost at the same time, he heard the sound of an arrow being fired, with the power to overturn the entire galaxy, with the ecstasy of a god about to fall -
Bang!
There was the sound of metal hitting the deck.
Kirkland knelt on the deck of the Law of Faith, wailing in pain and calling out to Pluto in a fragmented voice. On the other side, Angertai knelt on the ground with tears streaming down his face, chanting the name of Lorgar softly.
"No... How can I stop this..."
Kirkland said brokenly,
"There's no hope... No... There's no hope... It shouldn't be like this... No..."
It only takes a moment for a mortal to get a glimpse of his fate and realize that there is nothing he can do about it.
"This is a dead end... This is a dead end!"
Opposite him, the kneeling Angertai's eyes rolled awkwardly and refocused on the crying great sage. His lips trembled.
"We see now... maybe... there is hope."
Luojia...
This is today's, there should be more, this is what it looks like to guard full attendance.
Look, I burned the school.
(End of this chapter)