Even though his face was expressionless and calm, Magnus' words had actually poked at the emperor's deepest worry.
Was the Emperor a god or not?
It was no longer important whether he was a god or not.
What was important was that after the Emperor entered the Golden Throne, he had already become a god in the hearts of everyone in the Empire.
This belief had been strengthened over the past 10,000 years and had been deeply rooted in the hearts of almost everyone in the human Empire. The Emperor knew that after 10,000 years, the belief of the Divine Sovereign Religion had not only become the emotional sustenance and unity of all the citizens of the Empire, but it had also become the foundation for the survival of the human Empire.
The teachings of the Emperor had been forgotten by everyone, but it was not difficult to understand. The Emperor had once announced the truth of the Empire — a thought system that integrated rationality, science, and secularism into one and a way to understand the world. It was to guide the progress of mankind and to prove that mankind would eventually rule over everything.
But obviously, the truth of the Empire was just a lie to the ordinary people. It was a pragmatic lie. Its purpose was to bring scientific guidance to mankind before the completion of the network project that the Emperor had hoped for. It was also a means to protect mankind from the erosion of Chaos.
A pragmatic lie was still a lie. Once the ordinary people found out that believing in Chaos could lead to eternal life and that Chaos could get whatever they wanted, the truth of the Empire would be abandoned by many people very quickly.
Moreover, it was obvious that the truth of the Empire was too difficult to understand. This understanding was not targeted at the king of mankind like the Emperor, the geno prototypes like Magnus, the Emperor's royal guards, or the modified warriors like the friars of Astarte. It was not even targeted at elites like the Supreme Overlord Council, the Tribunal, or the generals of the Empire. As long as they were properly enlightened, they would be able to understand the truth of the Empire and the Emperor's painstaking efforts.
The ones who really found it difficult to understand the truth of the Empire were the ordinary people of the entire Milky Way Empire.
The masses were always ignorant. Compared to painstakingly teaching and spending countless efforts to make the masses understand the truth of the Empire, promoting the Empire as God, promoting blind obedience and sacrifice for the Emperor, and promoting superstition and dogma, the national religion of the Empire was far easier for the masses to accept and fall into fanaticism than the truth of the Empire.
The ignorant masses were told that only their faith in the Divine Emperor could protect them. It was the religious devotion of the Divine Emperor that strengthened the Divine Emperor's psionic projection in the subspace, allowing him to resist the destructive influence of Chaos and giving his servants psionic power to fight against demons, aliens, and heretics.
Therefore, as the Emperor entered the Golden Throne and could no longer speak or issue orders, it was natural for the Divine Sovereign Church to replace the truth of the Empire.
Now, with the worship of the Emperor and the use of the faith in the Emperor, not only could it provide spiritual comfort for the entire human race, but it could also be used as an effective means to fight against the increasingly rampant power of Chaos.
Now, the Emperor was facing a dilemma. It had been 10,000 years. This was not something that a few people or a decree from the Emperor could change. Even if the Emperor was a true God who could challenge the Four Gods of Chaos, there was nothing he could do. If he dared to do anything, he would be shaking the foundation of the Empire on the spot. He would personally push the human Empire, which had been struggling for 10,000 years, into the abyss of civil war and destruction!
But this was not what the Emperor wanted. He knew that if the humans continued to blindly worship the Divine Emperor, they would face terrible consequences.
To put it simply, if the Emperor admitted that he was God, then the human Empire would be finished sooner or later.
But if the Emperor publicly said that he was not God, then the human Empire would be finished.
Magnus knew this very well. Although Little Magic Mago was always joking around, Red Son was a knowledgeable geno prototype. He knew this very well. He was just waiting to see Mago make a fool of himself.
Thinking of this, the King of Humans finally frowned. After this incident, the Emperor immediately recalled Luo Jia and decided not to give this bastard a chance to leave Tara. At the same time, he sent out the royal guards and specifically sent his own sword, the Emperor's Sword, to the frontline to bestow it to Kirliman. The King of Humans used this method to send a very powerful signal, which was his trust in the Supreme Regent. At the same time, the Emperor immediately sent a message to the living saint Celestine and the Empire's state religion, emphasizing the reason why the Original Body did this. It was because Kirliman respected and loved the King of Humans like a father. In Kirliman's eyes, the Emperor was not God, but his father.
Oh! I understand now. So that's how it is. Our honorable Original Body, the Supreme Regent of the Empire, Kirliman, has not yet recognized his own divinity. This was the understanding of the ordinary priest Matthieu, a war apostle sent by the Empire's state religion to "assist" Kirliman's expedition.
From beginning to end, the King of Humans did not directly answer whether or not he was God.
The power of the Emperor's Sword could not be described with words. It was acknowledged and trusted by the King of Humans, and it also gave Kirliman complete command and the power to command the royal guards. The Supreme Regent of the Empire collected himself and continued his unyielding expedition.
Luo Jia was called back and scolded. He was also locked up.
The throne room was quiet again. The King was obviously thinking about whether or not he had done the right thing. But there was no doubt that compared to Luo Jia, Kirliman was more valuable and useful. He was needed for the unyielding expedition and the future. He was the only one in the Original Body who was close to the King in terms of internal affairs and could fully understand his will.
"Father? Are you listening? " Magnus saw that the King was in a difficult position, which was rare, and he was secretly delighted. He deliberately mystified and said, "Aiyo, aiyo, father, you have given Kirliman so much trust and honor. You even gave him your sword to use. You are so biased! Too biased! I think you should be careful. A certain fellow who dreams of being a general will not sit by and do nothing! "
"Shut your stinky mouth, Magnus, or I will help you!" The King naturally knew who Magnus was talking about.
If he wasn't here, perhaps Zhuang Sen would really make a move on Kirliman. However, with the Emperor here, there was no need to consider this for the time being.
Seeing that the Emperor wasn't affected by him, Magnus picked up a book by his side and began to chuckle mischievously as he read the words on the book. "Heh, I think your decree should be like this: 'I bestow upon you the title of Regent, and grant you the titles of First Prince, Second Prince, Third Prince, Third Prince, Fourth Prince, Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince,
"…" The Emperor didn't reply to Magnus.
Seeing that his father wasn't replying, Magnus immediately picked up the book on the other side and began to mutter, "Prince Heshuo Zhuang Senyan, Thirteenth Prince, although you have many soldiers and generals under your command, and everyone wants you to be the Prince Regent, don't forget that this is the Original Body Governing Council. If you want to change anything, it'll have to depend on everyone's will. Where do you place us? From what I see, you're just trying to be everyone's empress! "
A second later, an enormous fist formed from Imperial Light and unparalleled power slammed into Magnus' face, shattering his nose and all of his teeth. Even his lower jaw was dislocated from the force of the blow.
The Emperor's Fist flashed in the throne room. Magnus' face was smashed into a pile of mush by the raging flames of the King of Humans' fist. The golden flames made Magus Little Mago's power tremble in fear.
"Grrr, grrr, grrr …" Magnus' mouth was bleeding. His tongue had been smashed, and he was unable to speak.
The Lord of Humans retracted his fist and turned his attention to the next matter.
It was almost time to go to Laing's place.
The original Cast Grey Knight had matured.
… I am Friendship is Magic, Little Magnus's dividing line …
Empire Calendar, Year 2513, Beginning of January, Blackwater Bay, Western Border Prince's territory, Milmiden Kingdom's waters, Brittany's flag ship, Landuin.
The knight's army was returning, escorted by the Poseidon Fleet and the ironclad warships of the Sea Gate. Many of the warships had very deep waterlines. On the ocean, everyone was on high alert. The expeditionary army had obtained the wealth of Eight Peaks Mountain, and the victory of the Eight Peaks Mountain Expedition was gradually known to the entire Old World. Therefore, the knight's army didn't dare to delay at the Sea Gate. Instead, they immediately set off and returned to Brittany.
The waters of Blackwater Bay were relatively calm. The sun shone on the iron-gray surface of the sea, and the bone-chilling sea breeze whistled across the deck. Just like the vast land of the Wretched Lands, there was an indescribable and mysterious life force that gave people a profound feeling of transcendence.
Leon stood on the deck of the Landuin. The king was in a very good mood. The victory of the great expedition, as well as the wealth he had gained, gave the king the capital to truly unify his kingdom. The Chosen One of the Lake Nymphs wore a set of king's robes and leaned against the side of the ship, enjoying the bone-chilling sea breeze. The sailors and knights on the deck came and went, but no one came to disturb him. This made him even happier.
The King waved his hand behind him.
Laing's personal maid, Olica, was standing behind him. The Dark Elf was clearly in a very good mood. She was wearing an elegant black gauze tunic dress with crabapple lace and a classic blue and white silk cloak. The slit of the dress revealed a pair of slender and straight legs wrapped in black semi-translucent velvet stockings and strappy high heels. For more than ten years, Olica had been accompanying Laing like this. Unknowingly, Laing had already treated Olica as an inseparable part of himself.
Although he still didn't know the background of this Dark Elf, Laing never doubted Olica's loyalty to him. The power of spiritual tattoos was absolute, and Olica … seemed to have obtained some kind of affirmation and recognition from the Emperor.
Hey, hey, hey … It seems that only Suria and Olica have obtained the recognition of the Emperor … I feel like Lilith will cry! Laing thought.
Seeing Laing waving his hand, Olica obediently walked to Laing's side and was pulled into his arms. The Dark Elf leaned into the Knight King's arms and accompanied him to watch the sea.
As for Veronica? Witch Garland was still sleeping on the comfortable and soft bed in the King's Suite. She was truly exhausted, in all senses of the word.
"Master, what are you thinking about?" Olica leaned into Laing's arms and whispered, "Every time you do this, you're thinking about something. Since you're thinking about something, why don't you tell me? Perhaps I can give you some advice."
"I'm thinking about what I can do for this country and this world." Laing said softly, "The Eight Peaks Mountain expedition is over. I seem to have lost my immediate goal."
"Master, you still have a lot of things to do. You can't rest yet," Olica said in a low voice. There was a sweet smell on her body that made Laing kiss her a few times. "Ha, actually, I can't do anything I want. After several battles, the entire Knight King's army is exhausted. Even if I want to, I won't have the energy to do anything in the next few years."
"Master, what you need to do now is to integrate the power of the entire kingdom." Olica continued, "It's not good to start a big war in the next few years. Even if it's Duruqi, if the losses are too great, the Witch King will order a temporary halt to the attack on Ossouin. Of course, the exception is the city of Hal Gunsi and the crazy woman in the palace of the city — Kain's bride, the witch witch Heliben. Heliben is always thirsting for the art of killing and the blood offered to the God of the Blood Hand. Fortunately, Hal Gunsi is at the frontline against the barbarian tribes and the demons of Chaos in the north. The God of the Blood Hand's desire to kill is not difficult to satisfy.
Laing nodded slightly. The Dark Elves were such a race. There was nothing strange about it.
As for the relationship between the Dark Elves and the barbarians in the north, the Dark Elves had built a series of permanent fortresses and towers in the north to defend against the attacks of the barbarians in the north. Even so, the threat of the barbarians in the north had never stopped. The Chaos tribes blessed by the evil gods had paid a huge price every year in an attempt to approach Nagaros. According to Olica, the largest source of slaves in the famous slave city of the Dark Elves was the barbarians in the north.
That's right, many people had the impression that the humans of Order in the south were weak, while the barbarians in the north were rich in martial virtue. This was actually wrong. In fact, the normal barbarian raiders in Northka and the barbarians in the north were only about the same level as the Empire's provincial infantry. They were only slightly stronger than the Brittany's serf infantry.
The real reason why people had such an impression was that the Empire, Brittany, and the people in the south used the power of Order to ensure that the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled could find their place in society. To the barbarians in the north, only the strong could survive and invade the south. The humans in the south did not see the weak in the north. The Empire was not necessarily safer than Northka. For example, the Nords were famous for being barbaric, and Mrs. Kiesler was famous for being a warrior.
However, the Dark Elves were the true symbol of rich in martial virtue. They would occasionally take the initiative to attack the north to plunder barbarian prisoners of war and turn them into slaves.
What made Laing speechless was that the Dark Elves would occasionally form an alliance with the barbarians in the north under the lead of the Witch Queen Morasi. They would then head to Ossouin or the old world to plunder.
However, the Dark Elves were very similar to the Chaos Tribe. Neither of them was the kind of race that held grudges and cared about losses. If they did not like each other, they would attack each other. It was said that the Witch Queen Morasi had a contract with the Evil God of Chaos, and their relationship was not shallow. The Pleasure Sect that she formed seemed to have been secretly spreading the corruption of Chaos. This was what Olica said.
The two of them stood at the side of the ship and chatted for a while. Olica leaned against Laing, full of attachment. The Dark Elves only felt that the time with her master was so beautiful. She really hoped that time would stop at this moment.
"His Majesty Laing." However, the king was just taking a break from his busy schedule. Soon, a servant came over and reported, "There's something you need to decide."
"What's the matter?" Laing gently let go of Olica.
"The captain of the Ugor mounted archers, Berliat, has something to report to you. He hopes to increase and expand the number of mounted archers. At the same time, he also has some suggestions for you."
"Okay, lead the way."
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