Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Chapter 643

The God-Emperor does not care what his image will be. Even if the people of the entire empire use their imaginations to pile all kinds of beautiful symbols on the statue of the God-Emperor, he will turn a blind eye and acquiesce to these beliefs. The existence of God is not like a mean and stingy god who punishes believers with death as long as they make the slightest mistake.

In some pastoral and underdeveloped worlds, the people above would hang a harvest wheat crown on the head of the God-Emperor to pray to him for a good harvest in the coming year.

It would be fine if they were just praying for a good harvest, but some people would even come to the statue to pray for a lively and healthy child.

This was not his authority originally, it was Nurgle's authority. But there were more people asking for it, and these beliefs piled up in the God Emperor's body, allowing him to more or less take care of these problems.

For example, a manna may be dropped to alleviate the planet's drought problem. As for having children, the God-Emperor said there was nothing he could do, since his own children were all genetically engineered after all.

In other more barbaric conscription worlds, the statues of the God-Emperor will have violent features. Holding a huge sword is quite normal, except that there are piles of skulls at the feet of the statue.

The God-Emperor looked indifferently at the crowds of people kneeling towards the statue. He watched as they brought up a bowl of clean blood devoutly, boiled it with thick sacred wax, and poured it on the skulls piled under the statue.

"May the powerful and fearless God-Emperor bless our military fortunes!"

The God-Emperor would often sigh at this time and turn his gaze to the state church, hoping to see something normal. Then he saw the Death Cult assassins tiptoeing and piling the bleeding heads at the door of the church.

Very strange... so strange...

However, seeing that these Death Cult assassins were killing corrupt individuals, the God-Emperor could barely accept it.

It's like the little wild cat you raised wanted to repay your kindness, went outside, killed a fat mouse, threw it on your bed, and waited for your praise with a proud look on its face.

The beliefs are too mixed... The voices of the entire empire have reached the ears of the God-Emperor. Each planet has a personal understanding of faith, and everyone has a special imagination of the appearance of the God-Emperor.

These God-Emperors don't care. As long as humanity can survive, it no longer matters what he himself has become.

But looking at Dorn's clear and stupid eyes, the God-Emperor attached to Seles was still a little unable to hold back.

"Hahaha! Mother? Hahaha! It's so funny, oh, I haven't laughed so happily for a long time! Do you want me to design a publicity campaign for you personally? In an instant, my inspiration gushes out like a mountain spring. Slaanesh's cheerful laughter made the God-Emperor even more unhappy, and he glared at Dorn, punishing his outspoken son with silence.

Plop plop.

Kahn jumped out of the blood pool, his severed limbs regenerated, driving his body with fury, and rushed towards Seles again.

There is no point in fighting like this...

Roka thought so, he needed changes, more changes, instead of two powerful guys who could resurrect each other.

What opportunities are still waiting for? Maybe this is the best time for him to explode all the foreshadowing!

After calling to Tzeentch several times, Roka finally received Tzeentch's instructions.

"Principal, is now a good opportunity?"

"..."

"Principal? Can you give me a clear message?"

"..."

"Principal? Don't be like this. I know you've figured out everything. If you don't take action, you won't have a chance to attack the God Emperor until the subjective person falls!"

"Take Rokas..." Tzeentch's voice came slowly, "Obviously you don't understand how fate works, nor how a perfect plan should be realized, but I don't blame you, after all Your knowledge limits your horizons.”

"That's what the principal taught you."

"What to do next...guess?"

Roka froze, and then he heard nothing more from Tzeentch.

Now he was the only one left, and it was up to him to decide whether to watch the fight between the God-Emperor and Khorne, or to interfere with the fight between the God-Emperor and Khorne.

The principal must have left him more hints, but he hasn't connected them yet.

The somewhat crazy Roca thought so. He looked at Seles and then at himself, scanning the disguise made of faith on his body.

"You are going to complete a mission that cannot fail and help me collect a debt..."

Suddenly recalling what Tzeentch had said before sending him here, Roka's face flushed with excitement, which was not obvious among the fanatical admirers.

Tzeentch is the master of all change, and only unpredictable change is what he pursues.

If even the Lord of Change will clearly tell him that something will happen, then this thing is one of the inevitable fates.

"The dead will not pay back their debts..." Luo Ka walked forward steadily.

Like a devout man who was deeply attracted by the gods, Roca did not attract anyone's attention.

Sisters of Battle and Crusaders would hear Rokar's footsteps and make way for him, and Space Marines would pay him a brief salute of respect.

He walked closer and closer, not stopping until he was behind the primarch.

"Wait a minute, kid, there's no place you can get close to." Chagatai stretched out his hand to block Roka.

Roka suddenly woke up, his body trembled, and then tears flowed, "I'm sorry, sir, I just couldn't help seeing the heroic appearance of the God Emperor..."

"Is she heroic?" Chagatai looked at Seles with a complex expression. He couldn't connect this beautiful girl with his father. He looked back at Perturabo and asked him if he had any extra. Book of Divinations.

"If possible, can you give me a copy to read?" Fulgen also recovered from his sadness.

"My lord, I have it here." Roca reached into his arms and took out the holy scriptures written by Tzeentch. Seles once commented that these scripture fragments were very thoughtful.

"We will make a copy as soon as possible and return the original to you." Fulgen smiled gently, "I heard that Chagatai's handwriting is very beautiful. Do you want to have a friendly competition?"

"Of course." Chaghatai replied.

"Wait a minute..." Perturabo raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you get burnt to char before? Why can you still take out such a intact book..."

Looking at Roka's humility, a chill of being deceived was growing in the heart of the original body.

"Damn! You are a Tzeentch demon!" Perturabo roared, preparing to smash Roka's head with a fist.

"Unfortunately, it's too late."

When Perturabo's iron fist fell, Roca turned into a white dove and flew towards Seles' back.