Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 343: 2 pieces of news on charity

"First, ensure that there is no plague. All corpses should be burned on the spot. Medical teams should be formed in other districts to fly low-altitude aircraft to spray disinfectant.

Engineering teams were dispatched to the rest of the city to carry out emergency repairs. All merchants who contributed manpower and money could have their taxes reduced after the ports were opened. Those who hid their crimes and did not build the empire would be heavily taxed and subjected to labor service according to the severity of their crimes.

All disaster victims in the affected areas will be relocated to free properties after the urban reconstruction. During this period, anyone who causes looting, smashing, burning, or hoarding supplies will be beheaded and displayed to the public.

Any criminal who works in the damaged city for a year can have his sentence reduced by five years, and all death row prisoners will be transformed into robot servants to contribute their last lives to the God-Emperor..."

Pope Ian proudly listed dozens of orders. Anyone who was slow to act or even disobeyed orders would be subject to the wrath of the Emperor.

These are all machine servants

With the token of the Emperor's descent, Ian can start to transform the planet on a large scale.

What's more, the Festival of the Ascension of the Divine Emperor will be held in a month. As long as we grasp the direction well in the early stage, more people will be able to regain their faith during the festival.

Water can carry a boat but can also capsize it. Although the high and mighty kings, princes, generals and ministers are important, the surging crowds are what he cares about most.

"Mr. Governor, notify those family merchants and ask them to prepare for the Ascension Day of the Divine Emperor in a month. If you still want to stay in this position, reforms must begin now."

The planetary governor swallowed his saliva and nodded seriously to show that he understood. Needless to say, he knew that following the other party and obeying their orders would only make life better.

“Yes, yes, let’s take advantage of this festival to pray for the injured people. By then, a large number of people will be getting married, having children, and so on. It would be great if I could tie the knot with your crew members, hahahaha.

The city has just suffered such a great disaster, and it needs a big happy event to cheer it up and pray for the blessing of the God Emperor."

Ian smiled knowingly and ignored the other party. If he wanted to successfully complete the festival, he had to take good care of the victims in the city in a short period of time.

Otherwise, there would be riots at best and apostasy at worst. It was very difficult to teach a good believer, but it was very easy to build a cult. He absolutely could not let this happen on the planet.

He understood that all the gangs, families, local military and political parties within the empire had followers of the evil god, and some even kept alien races in captivity.

His mission had been confirmed since the first day he joined the state religion, which was to provide a better world for the empire and a better empire for the believers.

Therefore, since the day they landed, they had placed priests and members of the Order of Servant Sisters in all major families and military and political departments to monitor the internal situation.

Those fat-headed guys thought it was a gift to show their submission, but they never imagined that these nuns were masters at digging up dirt.

Their superb negotiation skills and intriguing smiles always make them become maids, advisors or executives of nobles.

Secretly controlling the nobles' education, interpersonal relationships, business negotiations, and family marriages to prevent inbreeding.

Capitalists who profit from national disasters will never disappear, so those who want to make a fortune from it have already been targeted by the ambitious Pope.

The family property was seized, and the money was taken from the people and used for the people. All was sold and exchanged for food and clothing to be distributed to the victims. In the broken world outside, they were saving refugees, and in the glorious palace inside, they were clearing out the bandits.

In three to five years, this planet will become a church world, and in ten or twenty years, it will be able to continuously produce fanatical believers.

"After all, the Emperor of God once descended here."

Ian waved his hand, and thousands of trucks loaded with supplies that had been prepared for several days drove towards the corners of the damaged city.

“History is not a burden on the memory, but an enlightenment to the soul.

Only if we adhere to His Word can our souls remain pure.

Without memory there is no culture, and without culture there is no civilization.

Without civilization there is no way to survive, no spark of hope.

Only this cold, sunless galaxy...

What we see, what we hear, what we witness.

We entrust the dead to the memory of the living, so that the truth remains undefiled, as He commanded.

Memory, duty, truth, are our only creed, as He has commanded.”

The melodious and lingering singing came from the mouths of fifteen sisters of the Choir. The moving voices attracted the crowd to kneel down devoutly. They lined the streets to welcome the convoy, kneeling down and crying, expressing gratitude and even cursing as they welcomed the arrival of the convoy.

The local troops formed a large group to block the crowded crowd, while the smaller number of Crusaders and nuns escorted the priests with sharp eyes.

Ian could see the fear, sadness and hatred in the eyes of the crowd. He knew that simply telling the story would only make the masses go against the doctrine. The propaganda had to be seen with one's own eyes.

“Hu, hu, hu…”

The guards lifted the covering cloth, revealing the existence of the twenty pickup trucks. The crowded crowd immediately panicked and shouted, only because they recognized that the people on them were the invaders who had killed their families.

Each of the 20 pickup trucks had an invader fixed on it with a cross, leading them was a Death Space Marine without his power armor, and beneath his hideous body was a mutation and transformation they had never seen before.

This thing is really scary if you haven't seen it before.

The next 19 people were pirates with only pieces of cloth around their waists, and they were either shouting, silent, or sobbing. The crazy, bloodthirsty, and stubborn bad guys became prisoners, but the crowd still retreated in fear.

"Face your fears!"

Ian's loud voice rang out from the loudspeaker. The victims stopped and looked at the group of prisoners from hell in horror.

"The candle brings light, the scroll brings the holy words, the great God-Emperor descends into this world, cheer, rejoice, believers, because the savior has arrived.

The God-Emperor’s messengers, the God-Emperor’s daughters, the God-Emperor’s warriors, and you, the God-Emperor’s beloved believers and beloved people!

The Divine Emperor is watching over you, loving you, and missing you, so He sent us here to rescue you, take care of you, and help you kill your enemies!

It’s over, the suffering is over, all that remains is to accept the call of the God-Emperor and build our beautiful home.

But before that, eliminate the fear in your heart."

Ian signaled the guards to move aside and stop blocking the confused crowd. The victims were a little confused and just looked at you stupidly, not knowing how to save you.

“Swoosh..Snap!”

"F*ck, who! Bitch, I'm going to fuck you to death..."

A stone hit the pirate on the cross. He looked at the woman holding a baby in the crowd, drooling and shouting and cursing.

The emotions were conveyed, and the women's actions seemed to turn on some kind of switch or mark the direction to go on the map.

The pirate saw those eyes that seemed to be spewing out anger, and his fearless arrogance was immediately poured with a basin of cold water, and he felt his tongue cramp a little...

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

“Go to hell!”

"For my love!"

The abandoned city was not short of stones and iron blocks. Hundreds of them flew out from all directions in an instant, and scarlet blood immediately splattered on the invaders' bodies. The only sounds left were wailing and roaring.

Smashing the enemy into a bloody mess cannot extinguish the anger of the people. Only by cutting the enemy into pieces can the flames be put out.

The victims climbed onto the pickup truck, biting, beating, spitting, and using every possible means to torture the long-dead bodies. But no matter how hard they tried, the bodies of the Space Marines remained intact.

Ian felt the transmission and release of emotions, clapped his hands, and the tall and strong Crusader separated the crowd like a divine punishment. The guards quickly stepped forward and re-hung the broken cans with the crane back to a high point.

This picture is so oppressive. Although the Crusader can only fight in close combat, the Storm Shield and the Fine Power Sword alone represent absolute strength.

"Hail for the God-Emperor."

As soon as Ian finished speaking, Caroline pulled the bolt and pulled the trigger.

The first-stage high-pressure deflagration main charge, a 1-inch integrated explosive bomb engraved with a sacred prayer made with the help of Rebos, was fired instantly.

In the second stage, the deflagration propellant charge, the relatively small bomb is like an absolutely large rocket, emitting a tail flame and accelerating again.

In the third stage, when hitting the enemy, the adamantium warhead will first break the armor, and then the hardened depleted uranium core inside will destroy the enemy's flesh or fuselage.

"Overkill..."

“Puka!”

The bodies of the Space Marines exploded on the spot, and the victims' last vent of anger disappeared. A sea of ​​emotions began to surge, filled with trance, relief, and grief. Pope Ian stood at the forefront and said with emotion:

"Pray for the Emperor."

Trucks loaded with baggage began to arrive, and priests distributed food and clothing. Although the scene was somewhat chaotic, it was quickly suppressed.

The victims were grateful to the messengers of the Emperor of God and thanked the priests for their help. Smiles began to appear on people's faces and they began to ease their tense fear.

“Thank you, Father, thank you, Sister.”

The woman squeezed out of the crowd holding her child in her arms. She wanted to hand the child to the other party to beg for shelter. Her husband died at the hands of the monster. Caroline's behavior was undoubtedly the best comfort for her sad heart.

Looking at the gray little face, Caroline felt sad from the bottom of her heart. She took a step forward but suddenly turned sideways.

Ian understood the difficulty and quickly stepped forward to take the baby from the woman's arms. The crying child seemed to feel some kind of magic and stopped making noise immediately.

Although she was not smiling, at least looking at Pope Ian's youthful face with a slight smile on it, she knew that he did not continue crying.

"Your Holiness, thank you. Take this child away. He will definitely become the most loyal believer of the Emperor."

Ian was happy at first, but then his expression darkened. He smiled bitterly and wiped the baby's face with his sleeve, then returned it and said:

"Without his mother's company, even if he could become stronger, there would still be a void in his heart.

Don't worry, with us here, your life will only get better and better in the future, and the statue of the Emperor standing in the church will protect your children and ensure their healthy growth."

With tears in her eyes, the woman hugged her child tightly and silently chanted the name of the Divine Emperor over and over again.

Ian touched his forearm and turned his head away from staring at the mother and son. Then two soldiers from the local guard approached him.

This time, Caroline stretched out her hand to stop the two people. Looking at the man and the woman, both of whom had blushing faces and shy expressions, she suddenly trembled.

"Your Holiness, I...we are soldiers from the 1st Infantry Regiment of the 2nd Brigade of the 3rd Army. I...we..." The male soldier touched the back of his head, his ears red, and he didn't dare to look the two men in the eye.

Ian roughly guessed what the other party was thinking, and this time he stepped forward happily, signaling to the nun not to stop him.

"You two, tell me what you think."

"Um... that is... us... my name is Poke Lee... her name is Sarah Michelle..."

Seeing the man hesitating for a long time and not being able to say anything, the female soldier coquettishly punched him in the waist, then walked up to Ian with a red face and said:

"Your Holiness, we would like you to be a witness to our wedding on the Feast of the Ascension of the Holy Emperor."

After the female soldier finished speaking, the male soldier breathed a sigh of relief, pursed his lips and reached out to touch his fiancée's palm. The woman held back her smile and punched the other man again.

Seeing the man's naivety and the woman's fierceness, Ian smiled knowingly, put his hands on their shoulders, and said happily:

"No problem. Remember your decision. After all, you cannot make a wrong judgment during the Ascension Festival. Even the Emperor of God will not be able to overturn the decision you have made."

The two soldiers happily ran away hand in hand. Ian was filled with emotion. He saw Sister Caroline was a little distracted as she left, so he stepped forward to comfort her:

"Sister Caroline, the Ascension Day of the Emperor is a day of universal celebration. You should be happy that the number of the Emperor's followers is increasing and the population of the empire will also grow. Looking sad and gloomy is not a good sign."

Caroline looked at the "truth" in her hand, thinking that it was the only thing that could accompany her without complaint. No one would really care about her, or that caring would bring pain...

"Here, this is the special ammunition I just made these past two days. There's news about that guy."

Just when Caroline was feeling sad, Rebos, who had been in seclusion for several days, suddenly appeared silently from behind her, holding a suitcase in his hand. The aura he exuded was very different from the peaceful atmosphere around him.

"Oh, Lord Rebos, what's going on? Is it the rebel Space Marine who has disappeared without a trace?" Ian asked.

Rebos nodded, then handed the information he had collected and the intelligence given to him by the Governor to the two men.

“First, that guy had appeared in the great battle in Storm Star Region.

Second, I want to know the name of the Inquisitor who is stopping them."