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

Chapter 342: Sacred Objects, Amnesty for All

Rebos was connected to the ship's monitoring system, and hundreds of areas including the bridge, hangar, church, weapons room, and captain's room were displayed on his processor.

The crew members checking the system, the technical priests maintaining the equipment, the Crusaders and nuns sparring with each other in martial arts.

Outside the room, under the deck, in the cracks, behind some unknown pipe, in a dark room of less than three square meters, a dusty head was transmitting messages with flashing electronic eyes.

"child..."

That call was not a sound, but words adapted through the conversion of data, a code that flowed out from a torrent of electronic 1s and 0s without any temperature.

...

Rebos quietly looked at the image in his mind, at the old head. This was the first time he contacted Kaul.

Listening to the voice defined by the system as the Creator and looking at the existence marked as "Father", his mood did not fluctuate too much.

The other party took good care of him, taught him knowledge, transmitted information to him, and upgraded his equipment. If he was just a robot servant, he could feel at ease staying by his side.

But he has a broken soul, like a blind man who has thirty seconds of sight. He tries his best to find a way to restore his sight and racks his brains to explore his own secrets.

"The news about 'me'."

"..There has been no news of him since he disappeared in the Storm Star Region, and my countless clones have not found any trace of him.

Trazyn...I don't think he would just put it in the exhibition hall like that. Besides...the person sitting there wouldn't allow it either. Maybe he has his own plans.

My child, although I sent you away according to your wishes, I always want to tell you that the world outside is definitely a thousand times more dangerous than the definition in your mind. There are too many things in it that I can't figure out.

In many cases, not knowing is actually a form of protection. Finding the truth often leads to a more tragic process. I could have added false memories to you. After all, lies don’t hurt people, but the truth is the sharpest knife…”

"I want to find another me and ask him about my real past. If there is only an experience that has no beginning, what is the difference between it and a dream?"

Rebos waved his hand to interrupt the flashing of the electronic eye. In his brain, which was half mechanical and half flesh and blood, nerve impulses and positive and negative electrons intersected.

He hated this feeling of imbalance, as if his brain was being torn apart, as if it was being split in half, into two people. If a part of him was already missing and he wanted to split it in half again, he didn't know if he would go crazy.

"I..I need details on some guys."

As Rebos spoke, he transmitted the data in the system. The red light on the dusty head dimmed and did not flash again until fifteen minutes later.

Massive amounts of data returned to the processing center. Rebos did not expect that the guy named Lucius would rank second in terms of data share.

What surprised him most was that the other party had been recorded to have died as many as six times, all before the great rift opened up.

"This information is stored in one of my clones. I need to update the system every once in a while. If too much data disappears, the other party must have a more hidden danger."

Rebos understood. After all, this guy had a very rich resume going back ten thousand years. He was the former captain of the 13th Company of the Emperor's Children Legion, and now he was the champion under a certain evil god.

"Madness and morbidity are its bywords. It is the most famous and dangerous existence besides the Primarch. It is a Chaos Warrior in the same echelon as Typhons, Kahn, and Ahriman.

Child, the spirit-exorcising armor I gave you is very effective against them, but it is also dangerous to you. Do not use it at full power unless it is a critical moment. "

Rebos did not reply. He just searched the data backup of his equipment, searching for weapons that could wipe out their lives.

"My child, I respect the existence on the Golden Throne. Without its efforts, there would be no empire and order today.

But... I hope you can survive and come back to me after you figure it out. Some birds are destined to be caged, and it is impossible to describe the color of the scenery without experiencing it yourself."

This time the head dimmed again, and the stand underneath slowly opened, revealing a bolt gun of simple yet somewhat sparkling style.

"Although I really want to give you this mounted pistol, my real focus is still on the other you.

But you don't have to worry, because knowledge is the magic weapon that conquers everything. Although it is a ladder leading to chaos, it is the only way to live in the face of death..."

Rebos looked at the head that was no longer flashing, sighed, and pulled out the connected cable.

"Past... Present... Future..."

After all, as the other party said, it is impossible to describe the color of the scenery without experiencing it personally, and the definitions and data in the processor will not enrich his soul.

On the other side, at the same time, another voice sounded.

......

'child..'

Ian, who was bowing and praying silently, suddenly felt his hair stand on end and got goose bumps all over his body. He stared at Caroline with wide eyes, whose expression was not at peace. He stepped forward in disbelief and then took two steps back.

The voice just now seemed to be an illusory whisper, but he was absolutely certain that the owner of the voice must be the supreme being he believed in.

"God... Emperor..."

Ian fell to his knees with a plop, his body shaking with excitement, his expression changing back and forth between surprise and fear, he stretched out his hand and retracted it, not knowing what to do.

He wanted to call all the church deacons to summon the arrival of the Emperor of God, but he was afraid that he would not be able to hear the revelation that the Emperor of God would tell him in the next second.

"My emperor, the savior of the world, the great emperor on the golden throne who has mercy on all things and holds up the sky for mankind..."

In the end, Ian chose to chant prayers, hoping that the Emperor of God could show some divine power to enlighten him, a believer with no special skills at all.

Caroline tossed and turned in bed for more than ten minutes, and Ian prayed devoutly with his head on the ground for more than ten minutes, until he heard a gasp, and then Ian jumped up like a rabbit and jumped to the bed.

“The Divine Emperor… The Divine Emperor… What did He say? No… No, no, no, since He didn’t tell me directly, then I have no right to listen to the Divine Emperor’s true words.”

Ian waved his hands repeatedly as if he couldn't do anything, but even though he said that, his actions were not true. His ears were perked up and his body was leaning forward.

But at this moment Caroline didn't have the strength to say anything. She was enduring heart-wrenching pain, and this time the coming was not as peaceful as before.

The two completely opposite energies collided with each other, and her body was like a black hole that was swallowing her. If it weren't for the protection of the God-Emperor, her dark layer of subspace would have been filled with the surging light.

"hehe..."

"Oh, I see, I see. I don't need to listen to it to know that it must be a string of witty remarks, an immortal piece of advice that can save all living beings, and an eternal and unchanging truth passed down from generation to generation!"

Caroline reached out and grabbed Ian's arm, causing him to shut up in pain while allowing her to speak the God-Emperor's words steadily.

Ian's face immediately twisted, but his mouth continued to speak.

"Pain is the Emperor's reward to me... It makes me realize that I am still lucky to be alive... It lets me know that I still have the strength to complete the mission."

“Really…really…”

"Ah, what...really? What did the Emperor want me to do? Is it...cough!"

Caroline grabbed Ian's throat and said, "Truth," as if she was about to vomit. Then she let go and fell to the ground before she finished her words.

"Thump, thump, thump." Ian took three quick steps back and knocked over the cart. The "ding-dong and bang-clang" sounds finally attracted the attention of other monastics.

Thousands of servo-prayer skulls quickly appeared, and slender mechanical arms were extended to help the Pope up. The other priests and pastors who arrived were bustling around, but were waved and scolded by Ian.

"Quiet, priests, settle Sister Caroline first."

Everyone quickly called the other nuns, and they carried the unconscious Caroline back to the bed with gritted teeth. During the move, they tore off the bandages to reveal the healed delicate skin underneath.

"This?" The medical sister was surprised. Others didn't know, but as a doctor, she knew that a laceration like Sister Caroline's would not heal without three to five days of repair.

What's more, even if it can be fully recovered, it will leave mottled scars. It is impossible to be as smooth and delicate as it is now, as if you have bitten it.

Pope Ian stepped forward and patted everyone on the shoulder, signaling them to make way. He then looked around with a sharp gaze, his eyes filled with tears as he said:

"The Emperor of God has descended!"

...

When Rebos finally got the guns from the "box room" without windows or doors and returned to the church, the priests were still praying devoutly.

Ian had already taken off his tattered robe, revealing the scarred skin underneath, pointing to each mark and telling the advice behind it.

The believers kneeling around were stacked in layers. The innermost layer was the church deacons, the outermost layer was the leaders of the planet, and then the members of the nuns.

Hundreds of people were crowded into the tiny ward, and even the corridor outside the door was filled with people who wanted to catch a glimpse of the glory of the saint.

Rebos, who was of normal human size, had no choice but to extend two mechanical arms from under his cloak, pass over the heads of the believers in the corridor, and hang in the middle of the room.

"Sir Rebos, you arrived just in time. Just three hours and fifteen minutes ago, the great God Emperor..."

The fanatical Ian was suddenly speechless because he saw the gun in the hand of the visitor, although it had no name, no clear label, and no one told him where it came from.

But he felt the warm glow on it, and he seemed to see that its ancient shape was a creation from ten thousand years ago.

Of course, this gun is not the "truth" picture in the article. Although it looks like a pistol, it is a big gun. It is this scope that looks at it...

He seemed to understand that the "truth" Caroline described was not the agreement with the situation he described, but the name of the weapon in front of him.

"truth...?"

"For Caroline."

Rebos said indifferently, as if this shocking weapon was no different from other weapons to him, or even worse than other weapons.

Caroline had also stood up by now, and the moment Rebs entered the room, her eyes were fixed on the gun, just like the one in her dream.

"The power of the Emperor..."

Ian quickly stood up to greet the "truth", but suddenly thought of something and stepped back in fear to let Caroline behind him.

"This is the reward you deserve. This supreme gift from God should belong to you."

Caroline's breathing was slightly unstable. What the Emperor of God said in the dream actually became reality. The Supreme Him told her to protect Lin Heng.

Carrying weapons that he could no longer use, he went to protect the future of the empire, the candle that could bring light.

The glow of "Truth" warmed her, and as the weapon approached, her fluctuating emotions gradually slowed down.

Caroline stretched out her hand and their fingers touched each other. She then looked up at the man in front of her. In an instant, the man's expression became complicated, just like the face on the mural.

But...this time the other party no longer had a servile expression, but rather solemn and dignified.

"Lin Heng..."

Caroline placed her left hand on the back of Rebos's hand. She herself did not realize that she would do such a thing. Her gentle eyes smoothed out the edges of her cold face.

She seemed to remember something, and he seemed to have regained some feeling...

"Sir Rebos!!!"

Ian stepped forward and asked Caroline to take back the gun. He then held Rebs' hands with great gratitude, his eyes filled with tears and he pursed his lips and said:

“Thank you…thank you! Because of your help, these panicked people were reassured, the soldiers were excited, and I also learned that the Divine Emperor approves of my method.

Caroline is the human carrier of the Emperor, and you are an angel, a messenger beside the Supreme Lord!!!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the people who were watching around began to kowtow and pray, but Rebos didn't care about that. He just wanted to tell Ian about the situation of the last person.

“We will discuss the weapons and equipment in detail later. Weapons also require matching ammunition. Now, it is time to pray for the Supreme God Emperor!

Your Excellency the Governor!"

When the kneeling planetary governor heard his name being called, he stood up hurriedly with fear but joy, and glanced sideways at the weapon that he could feel the peace from.

"exist."

"Prepare food and clothes. We are going to do charity for the Emperor and grant amnesty to the world!"

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