Chapter 559 Cemetery
When you have nothing to worry about, you will naturally follow your heart and act according to your will.
Freed from the heavy vision of humanity's rebirth, these Ash Claws faded into the dust of the stars. No other news about these warriors was heard except for the records of missing supplies written in the Imperial military.
Perhaps the Astartes warriors should not be born war machines. Their transformation has proved that the Astartes have no different emotional experiences from mortals. It is wrong to treat the Astartes as pure weapons and tools. Their most unjust act.
Chagatai was a little anxious. He knew about these problems, but he couldn't do anything to change them. He had seen too many terrible things in the Ghoul Sector. He thought that the stories Lin Fan told were scary enough. But when he actually concealed his name and silently observed in the corner of the planet, he realized that Lin Fan had already spoken. Show mercy.
Those horrible and bloated imperial worlds disgusted Jaghatai. He stood among the poor and thin people praying. He looked up at the magnificent statue of the emperor, thinking that his father would never want this to happen, but There was nothing he could do to stop it.
Jaghatai's upright body was so out of place among the rickety crowd. He looked around and saw the fanatical hatred in the faces of the crowd. This ignorant hatred hurt Jaghatai.
"At least it's better than Chaos. I hope you really have a plan to prevent all this from collapsing." Jaghatai sighed. He gently lifted Elafren from his legs and placed her on a narrow bed. . Khan wiped off the scratches on his leg armor with a cloth in disgust, and sat at the table to sort out the clues he had collected over the past few years and analyze where Fulgrim might be.
Lin Fan's fleet and Khan's fleet sailed through the void, heading towards a point where the two separated fleets could merge.
The Ghoul Sector is a place of chaos, and countless heroes will be born in this place of chaos. These heroes fight against the invasion of darkness and protect the world of the Empire from Chaos and xenos.
The empire will never forget the loyal men who shed blood and sacrificed their lives for them. In the ashes of ignorance in the empire today, sacrifice and prayer are equally important matters.
The greatest sacrifice achieves the greatest piety, and in order for future generations to draw the great power of faith from countless saints who have followed one after another, the cemetery world was born.
Many mortals were lucky enough to survive their entire lives under the protection of the God-Emperor, and their corpses were put into recycling machines to feed the hive's ever-increasing demands. But if you can prove your worth and demonstrate your utmost devotion to the Emperor in the face of absolute cruelty and ruthlessness in war, then your remains will have the honor of being interred in the Necropolis.
Although most of the heroes could not leave any remains, their deeds can be recorded and remembered. On countless tombstones in the cemetery world, devout church believers will wash away the dust floating on them with their tears.
St. Kodegas is such a cemetery world. On its heavy land, there are also nearly ten billion tombstones of loyal servants of the God Emperor standing here.
Just like the contributions they made during their lifetimes may be small or large, the tombstones here will also carve out new tombs based on their sacrifices.
The simplest one is a square stone tablet beside the highway that travels across the planet. Detailed words are carved on it. Most of them are the names of all the people in an astral legion. Their names are written here, which proves that their legion has been destroyed forever. In the cruel galaxy.
The deeper you go into the cemetery world, the more magnificent the tombs standing on both sides become. Countless cherubim and servo skulls equipped with biochemical wings travel through the gaps in the magnificent tomb. They sing requiem hymns all the time, and this process never stops.
The huge tomb is full of the remains of the saints. Their achievements are clearly depicted. The huge murals made of obsidian and other jewels show sufficient details. No color is superfluous, even for the saints. Anyone who knows nothing about the deeds can get the information he needs from these exquisite murals.
The surface of the cemetery world is covered with solemn tombs, and everything here is decorated with skull reliefs. The aircraft in the sky are specially adjusted, sacrificing speed to ensure that they do not make noise to disturb the heroic spirits.
Under the surface is where the living people of the Cemetery World should live. They give precious sunlight to the heroic spirits to express their respect. Most of the living people living in the cemetery world are devout believers who serve the Church of Martyrs.
The magnificent church itself is a holy mausoleum, where candles are lit all night long and the incense here never fades. In the Gothic cloister, only the pious singing of the nuns echoed.
On the steeple of the church, there is a statue of a living saint. The statue was carved by the hands of the most devout believers, and after hundreds of years of consecration ceremonies, this statue is qualified to be placed at the top of the sacred heart.
Pilgrims who come and go will weep under the statue, and they will beat their sinful bodies with whips and thorns in the Penitential Square.
The sound of the neat whipping was short and crisp, and while it was extremely powerful, the sound was so insignificant. Fanatics are always willing to go to great lengths to demonstrate their piety, even if these actions mean nothing to Celes.
"Sigh. It's good to have faith. But this is too extreme." Seles covered her forehead. She looked away from the towering church steeple. Thanks to her sensitive senses, she could indeed hear very well. The whip slapped on the back, making the sound of blood on the back.
"Is this why you picked me to be Archbishop, Saint Celes?"
"Don't call me Saint. Just call me Celes."
"My lord Celes."
"Okay, okay." Seles said helplessly. She couldn't convince these fanatical believers. At least the little priest named Roca in front of her was rational enough. "There are indeed considerations in choosing you. Fanatics are very loyal, but sometimes these loyalties will lead them to the other side, such as those underground corpse worshipers."
Celes frowned. She felt a wave of disgust every time she thought of the Corpse Cult. Their display of devotion to the Emperor was too dangerous and strange.
They believe that all sacrifices can strengthen the immortal god who sits on the throne, so they will sacrifice as many living people as possible to add more sacrificial power to the throne, until this power is enough to allow the God-Emperor to step down from the throne. liberated from the constraints.